How about a post about a nice, simple, Sunday afternoon dive....
It was Sunday. Buddy and I met at the little swimming beach for a simple dive down the gentle slope to the 13 foot deep sandy channel, where we'd update ourselves on the wildlife and make some bubbles.
When Buddy looked in the back of his vehicle he realized he'd forgotten his BC. What to do? Well, my standard kit, that I always dive with, includes a 30 cf pony bottle that I sling. If he was willing to hug it, that might be a solution. He was, so he did a quick weight check to make sure he could get down, slinging the weights with a rope in a manner that would allow him to ditch them if need be.
So we commenced the dive. At the channel, Buddy found a foot-long corkscrew thing that we think is used for anchoring buoys. That was a handy find, allowing him to crutch along just above the snapping claws of the crabs that refused to be herded. We stayed close, counting the flounders and the babies in the flounder nursury. We returned past mussle city at the base of the pilings near the beach, missed the seahorses that are said to live in the city, and acquired beards as we worked the dive float over the swim area boundary rope, which was draped with sea grass.
We had a simple, 20 minute dive on something less than 30 cf of gas. We had as much fun as we would have had on a 100 foot dive to a wreck, and without the hassle. Nobody asked who Buddy's scuba instructor was....
I hope you have as much fun on Sunday. [PS Next time we'll be properly equipped!]
It was Sunday. Buddy and I met at the little swimming beach for a simple dive down the gentle slope to the 13 foot deep sandy channel, where we'd update ourselves on the wildlife and make some bubbles.
When Buddy looked in the back of his vehicle he realized he'd forgotten his BC. What to do? Well, my standard kit, that I always dive with, includes a 30 cf pony bottle that I sling. If he was willing to hug it, that might be a solution. He was, so he did a quick weight check to make sure he could get down, slinging the weights with a rope in a manner that would allow him to ditch them if need be.
So we commenced the dive. At the channel, Buddy found a foot-long corkscrew thing that we think is used for anchoring buoys. That was a handy find, allowing him to crutch along just above the snapping claws of the crabs that refused to be herded. We stayed close, counting the flounders and the babies in the flounder nursury. We returned past mussle city at the base of the pilings near the beach, missed the seahorses that are said to live in the city, and acquired beards as we worked the dive float over the swim area boundary rope, which was draped with sea grass.
We had a simple, 20 minute dive on something less than 30 cf of gas. We had as much fun as we would have had on a 100 foot dive to a wreck, and without the hassle. Nobody asked who Buddy's scuba instructor was....
I hope you have as much fun on Sunday. [PS Next time we'll be properly equipped!]