HBDiveGirl
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The third perfect SoCal day was trying to dawn as I zoomed down the freeway to meet Shawn B. in Laguna Beach.
It was Scooter Day! Finally.
We'd been trying to get his new Cuda 400 out to play for several weeks and today was the day!
Bunches of dawn-patrol divers were all over Laguna as I parked.
Rick Guerin was meeting friends, as was Russ.
The SoCal shore diving community is charmingly small
The sky was pure blue at sunrise.
The sea was high-gloss aquamarine with hints of gold.
The surf was elsewhere.
Crescent Bay was meditatively quiet.
Wooo-Hooo!
Right day, right place, right gear: scooters.
I was having tiny flashbacks to the dozens of times I'd kicked and kicked and kicked...and kicked to dive Deadman's Reef.
(Ask Lynne! It convinced her we were all mad down here.... with long walks, moving water, and surface kicks that were stoopid. It got better.)
Deadman's Reef is a lovely dive, but it's a spectacular scooter dive.
There was literally a boat anchored on the reef, with 4 happy divers rolling into the water.
They were very small because they were so very far away.
Shawn and I surfaced scootered out to the big wash rock, descended, and motored out at 210 degrees.
After 4 minutes of relaxed moseying we arrived at the Reef. (I had a lovely and patient Sierra in my hand so we really did mosey.)
I started the best part of the dive with over 3000psi in the cylinder.
The water was spooky nice, with perfectly vertical giant kelp towering upwards.
20 feet of nice vis, with shadowed reef visible up to 30 feet away.
So we clipped of the scoots and frogged our way out to the far left end, enjoying the wild density of life:
We enjoyed using all our available gas exploring the beauties of the reef.
We rose easily through the forest canopy and surfaced above the reef in a glassy sea.
The beach was tiny and far away.
Click-Click and away we went, zig-zagging through the lusciously thick kelp growing in the bay now.
The surf was so small that Shawn made a great suggestion: Let's scooter to the center of the cove and haul the powered beasties out, closer to the steps. It was hot and sunny and the shorter walk was much appreciated.
An hour later I was home in Hermosa Beach, all smiles.
Thanks, Shawn, for a nice power-assisted ramble to Deadman's Reef.
Your scooter fun is just beginning!
~~~~~
Claudette
It was Scooter Day! Finally.
We'd been trying to get his new Cuda 400 out to play for several weeks and today was the day!
Bunches of dawn-patrol divers were all over Laguna as I parked.
Rick Guerin was meeting friends, as was Russ.
The SoCal shore diving community is charmingly small
The sky was pure blue at sunrise.
The sea was high-gloss aquamarine with hints of gold.
The surf was elsewhere.
Crescent Bay was meditatively quiet.
Wooo-Hooo!
Right day, right place, right gear: scooters.
I was having tiny flashbacks to the dozens of times I'd kicked and kicked and kicked...and kicked to dive Deadman's Reef.
(Ask Lynne! It convinced her we were all mad down here.... with long walks, moving water, and surface kicks that were stoopid. It got better.)
Deadman's Reef is a lovely dive, but it's a spectacular scooter dive.
There was literally a boat anchored on the reef, with 4 happy divers rolling into the water.
They were very small because they were so very far away.
Shawn and I surfaced scootered out to the big wash rock, descended, and motored out at 210 degrees.
After 4 minutes of relaxed moseying we arrived at the Reef. (I had a lovely and patient Sierra in my hand so we really did mosey.)
I started the best part of the dive with over 3000psi in the cylinder.
The water was spooky nice, with perfectly vertical giant kelp towering upwards.
20 feet of nice vis, with shadowed reef visible up to 30 feet away.
So we clipped of the scoots and frogged our way out to the far left end, enjoying the wild density of life:
- Barred sand bass
- Gorgonia
- hordes of little silver jobs jostling through the immature kelp
- Tiny babies! Garibaldi and sheephead cutie-pies, flitting between boulders.
- Swell Shark. A very swell Swell Shark, no less than 5 feet long, sleeping in a huge crevice with its head up on a rocky pillow.
- Huge Moray eels, in crevices wall-papered with red shrimp. Laguna Morays are jaw-droppingly big. Love it!
- Octopus! Including one with a plan: a fat live clam stored on his rocky doorstep, like a Bento Box lunch for later when he might be peckish.
- FedEx nudibranchs to the exclusion of any other species. Where was everybody else?
- Bunches of patient kick-divers enjoying the lovely conditions. All good.
We enjoyed using all our available gas exploring the beauties of the reef.
We rose easily through the forest canopy and surfaced above the reef in a glassy sea.
The beach was tiny and far away.
Click-Click and away we went, zig-zagging through the lusciously thick kelp growing in the bay now.
The surf was so small that Shawn made a great suggestion: Let's scooter to the center of the cove and haul the powered beasties out, closer to the steps. It was hot and sunny and the shorter walk was much appreciated.
An hour later I was home in Hermosa Beach, all smiles.
Thanks, Shawn, for a nice power-assisted ramble to Deadman's Reef.
Your scooter fun is just beginning!
~~~~~
Claudette