Mornin, Braz !!!
Okey-dokey . . .
Saturday morning started off quite nicely. Cool, not too humid. A slight overcast early in the morning that would burn off with the sunrise.
Linda and I got to the marina at about 0625 and M Bipartitus (Matthew) was already there. We loaded the gear and anxiously awaited the arrival of Yukoneer (Mat) and ScubaJW (Jackie).
Mat and Jackie rolled in just in the nick of time around 0658, so we all pitched in to help them get their gear on board.
After the perfunctory sign in and safety / proper head usage orientation from First Mate Judy (Cpt. Terry's wife) we got underway.
The ride through the salt marshes was quite relaxing and scenic. Dolphins, wood storks, cranes, herons, and other various denizens of the marsh gave us things to enjoy and observe. The waters in the marshes are quite calm and not unlike boating on a large lake.
As we left the mouth of the estuary the seas started to pick up. The seas had been predicted to be 1 to 2 feet for Saturday. As we got further off shore, the waves picked up in their frequency and height. When we were finally out of sight of land, the seas had picked up to 3 to 4 feet.
Poseidon wreaked his terrible curse upon Jackie and Linda. Linda and I have been out on dive boats before, but her experience was only in the placid waters of the Gulf of Mexico and the Carib. I know not what Jackie's experiences are in this realm. In the end, both of the ladies called both dives. Needless to say, I commend them for not taking the "I've paid for this dive and I'm going to dive" route. That just always seems to add to problems. Good call, Ladies . . .
There were 4 divers; Greg, a local spear fisherman, Matthew, Mat and me.
The dive plan was to drop a buoy on the reef, the 4 of us would hit the water, pick up the buoy line, descend to the bottom and meet up. Greg was to head in one direction from the current to fish and the three of us were to head in the opposite direction.
The buoy was dropped, we dropped and descended to the buoy weight as planned. When we got to the bottom, ~ 55', the current was moving at about 1.5 knots. The drop point had not found the reef ledge.
So, not wanting to blow all of our gas trying to find the ledge underwater with no cardinal direction in which to proceed, Mat, Matthew and I agreed to get neutral and just drift along with the tumblin tumble weeds of the sea.
There was the assorted sea life to see, but nothing spectacular. Visibility was about 20 to 30 feet and the temperature at the bottom was a balmy 81 degrees F.
As per the D/M's instructions, we each made our own ascent based upon our gas and NDL.
To say that the current moved us further away from the marker buoy is somewhat of an understatement. And with the seas at 3 to 4 feet, it was difficult for the boat to spot us. That's what SMB's are made for. As for me, I think I'm going to invest in the 9' OMS buoy - the bigger the better.
Second dive went pretty much the same way, but this time the three of us dived the same profile and came up as a group. Still the current had tanken us away from the buoy by a sizeable distance.
The chores of the dives were getting geared up on the back deck of the boat as it pitched and yawed in the swells. Getting back aboard was no joy, either.
The ride back in wasn't as bad as it was going out, but it still wasn't smooth sailing.
One thing that interests me is that on the dive last year we towed an SMB, but this year the D/M had changed the program.
Next time I'll be towing an SMB the whole dive.
On a scale of 1 to 10, based upon expectations, I'd rate both dives a 3.0.
the K