We were booked on the SeaDivers 3 dayer to Cortes banks this weekend, but I had to fly to NYC on a last minute business trip, and I wasn't getting back into LAX until 7:00 PM Thursday (boat was leaving at 9:00 PM from LB...) so if the stars didn't align perfectly, we'd miss the boat.
So instead of stressing about it for a week, we cancelled the trip and decided to take a dive safari up the coast on Friday, then crash on the Spectre and dive our faces off on Saturday, then take a break and have a dry Sunday.
FRIDAY
So Friday AM we take off for MarineLand. We get there and its dead calm flat. And very hot. We gear up, I get the camera together and we head to the point. The original plan was to dive Phil's Platform (the
Philform) but it was so flat we decided to go to the point.
Not a great plan.
We get to the point (to the "chica rock" drop in) and we're waiting for a lull. In the midst of timing the lull entry, HBstrokeofbrilliance spots a strand of monofiliment spanning her preferred left-side entry point. She changes her plan and starts her lunge through the narrow corridor on the right, but spots another piece of heavy RED monofilimant in the sun... stretched across the alternate entry.... so she pauses.
That pause was just enough to throw off her rhythm - she got smacked in the grill with a mask-filling baby wave. Almost immediately following, a giant wave literally lifted her and deposited her (seated, mind you) about 10 - 13 feet above where she was an instant ago. She clears her mask and looks down to see far below her the place she was supposed to be... all foamy and filled with water.
I have the camera rig in one hand and my fins in the other - powerless to assist. She signs she's OK and clambors down. We sit for a moment, and realize the tide is rolling in higher and higher to the high tide of 11:57 AM (nice timing... its about 11:40AM - OY!) - so we bag it and schlep up the hill in the heat and flop onto the tailgate. We look at each other, sweat pouring off, breathless and decide today is not an OML day - lets head north.
So after an impromptu parking lot AquaFina shower, we load in and head north.
We decide its a Point Dume day. We get there, and the entry is knee high. We kick out to the pinnacles. On our way out, its so clear we can easily see to the 40 foot bottom from the surface. Its looking great. Its been many years since I've dived there, and after all of the OML kicks and LJS kicks, the kick to the pinnacles that once seemed so prohibitive was cake. We got there, dropped and had a beautiful dive. Just amazing. Huge ling cod, huge lobster, tons of fish, Malibu's famous FedEx nudis and lots more. What a dive. Simple exit, life is back on track.
We head north to dive another site. HBShoreDivingBookGurl had picked out a few sites in North Malibu and Oxnard. We call Rickster on the way to Oxnard, and he gives us the 411 on
La Jennelle dive site. Rick reinforced what the shore dive site and books say - its essentially a bigazz ship (like 400 feet) that grounded, and so they filled it with cement and rocks and made an insta jetty. It was very neat. One side sand and rocks, on the seaward side, basically a rusting boat. Kinda weird, but very cool. On the restricted side of the cove there is a kelp bed with OTTERS. Otters in Oxnard??!!! YES! Very cool. But it was getting close to sunset and the surge was pretty strong, so we decided to not dive and headed north to dinner, Game 5 and to the Spectre.
After a nice dinner and watching the hapless Tigers perish in flames, we head to the boat. We load on, and as we are, we learn there are TWO groups on this boat: An SC trip (meaning students... oh goodie) and a Hunter Club (meaning Open Circuit macho fish killer types... oh goodie.) We board, set up, bunk in and crash.
SATURDAY
Promptly at 6:30 AM, the Spectre comes to life. Everyone is boarding, signing in and talking story. We roll out, bleary eyed to see the boat has 40 divers (oh goodie...) so we're expecting the worst.
My fears were completely unrealized. We couldn't have had a better trip.
First: SC Divemaster, rocked up Brian was simply the kindest, most patient, professional and sweetest DM EVER! Dude rocked. He immediately took command of the entire boat, gave very specific directions and ran a tight, safe operation. And get this: At the end of the trip, dude was there to help people down the steps with their heavy dive bags and tanks. Every DM needs to aspire to be this guy. I'm serious. I'm confident this whole boat trip ruled in great part to his gentle hand.
The Spectre has a new Galley Wench since I was there last. The slothful, tramp-stamped, smoking, pierced, muffin top has been replaced with a sharp, funny, witty Cal Poly SLO co-ed who, while the boat is motoring to the site, breaks out a drafting board, T-square and pencils and works on her aircraft design project (!)
The SC class and SC types were mostly from Cucamonga (909 for those of you keeping score at home.... oh goodie.) The hottie Instructor had a great command of the class, and all of the non-class divers were competent, polite, chatty and friendly. They got off the boat without drama, and got back on very quickly (like 30 - 40 minute dives...)
The Hunting club was another surprise. Probably 6 - 8 of these guys with pole spears, multi-banded guns, game bags, scallop bars, etc... These guys were all loaded up and ready for carnage. But here's the thing - the entire crew of the hunting club, after three hunting dives (our 4th dive was in a preserve) managed only 2 small lobsters and a half a bag of scallops! These people were sweet, polite and inept - three things I believe all UW hunters should be.
Lunch rocked. The dive sites rocked. In all 40 divers, not a certifiable Adam Henry in the bunch. Everyone was inviting someone else to go ahead in front of them to the gate. I couldn't believe what I was seeing...
I was having an excellent day of diving on the Spectre. I had Claudette pinch me.
Over the years, I have pounded that boat as graceless and that operation as a joke. I've labeled them the "Sphincter" - But after what I experienced on Saturday, and the changes they're making there, I will never call it that again. I was so impressed, I really can't wait to return.
We did 4 dives - 2 on Cruz and 2 on 'capa. Great viz, lots to see, quiet, mellow, no drama. Sweet, polite divers. The Hunt Club that couldn't shoot straight. A DM who ruled and just oozed confidence. Great BBQ lunch. Perfect anchorages... Great Weekend.
Some Pics below.
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Ken
Lemon Head
FedEx Laying Eggs
How did 'Chica spot this Sandy in the trash pile? (click
here for full size... Love the skin on this guy!)
Sea Lion Twins...
Sea Lion Hitting the Brakes!!!
Goby in his Cave
Nice Plummage!
Ripping Current...
Bestest Buddy Ever!