I will admit that I love diving walls. I have dove on shallow ones and deep ones. It seems that my favorite ones fall into inhuman depths. I have been some places where they drop 5,000' beneath my weightbelt.
Yesterday I found myself on a shallow wall - 150' - but the vis was only 20' or so.
I'm hovering at 80' and found myself being drawn to explore the depths. It wasn't because I was curious to know what was down there, but something perhaps a bit darker. My training kicked in and I only dropped an additional 2' beyond my max. I also reminded myself of my buddy, an admonishment from a dear friend to be safe and my children.
Was I narced? If so - barely. No it wasn't the sirens of Odysseus. It was more of a feeling...
Yesterday I found myself on a shallow wall - 150' - but the vis was only 20' or so.
I'm hovering at 80' and found myself being drawn to explore the depths. It wasn't because I was curious to know what was down there, but something perhaps a bit darker. My training kicked in and I only dropped an additional 2' beyond my max. I also reminded myself of my buddy, an admonishment from a dear friend to be safe and my children.
Was I narced? If so - barely. No it wasn't the sirens of Odysseus. It was more of a feeling...