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    April 6, 2014

    Sunday Dive Report And Update

    I’ve been taking a mini-vacation since Wednesday.

    I might as well because unless I can come up with $10,000 fast, I won’t be able to afford an out of country diving trip this year.

    I fired my accountant and headed up to Leo Carrillo State Beach to camp the night with an old female friend of 20 years.

    Me at Leo Carrillo State Beach

    No, I didn’t do her and literally, it was a trip; we both realized how strange this world really is.

    Ed and I at Berth 55

    Friday, I went out to lunch with my original SCUBA Diving Instructor, Ed; I haven’t seen him since 2012, at least.

    At 65, he’s taken up long distance hiking and is now planning on getting back in to SCUBA diving.

    The Mr. C
    We spotted the Mr. C at Berth 55.

    Saturday, I rode my bike to Lona’s City Limits Cantina for breakfast – which killed the rest of the day, since my breakfast consisted mostly of beer.

    The good thing is, I woke up Sunday morning at 5 AM and told myself, “Self, you need to go diving today, you’ve been mighty lazy lately.”

    I actually arrived a little before 8 AM to a pretty empty parking lot.

    After checking the conditions, a total of five divers had shown up – Reverend Al, Nice Bob, Randy, Ben and another Mike.

    Conditions were doable, but the visibility question remained.

    My plan was to dive 120 reef; that way if visibility sucked, I could head back anytime, instead of being trapped swimming to the cove from an entry off the Point.

    It was low tide, and we made an easy entry off the sandy portion of the Cove.

    The Cave at Terranea Resort
    The cave at the beach.

    We swam out and submerged.

    Logged SCUBA Dive #466

    Dove with Reverend Al, Nice Bob and Another Mike

    Terranea Resort (a.k.a. Old Marineland)
    Rancho Palos Verdes, CA, USA

    In With: 2800 psi
    Out With: 700 psi
    Max depth: 42 feet
    Waves: A few annoying waves, good if timed right
    Visibility: 10-12 feet
    Water Temperature: 62 degrees, 54 degrees at depth
    Air Temperature: 74 degrees
    Total Bottom Time: 55 minutes

    Visibility didn't look that great
    Visibility initially didn’t look that great.

    Reverend Al scored a golf ball!
    Reverend Al scored a golf ball!

    Visibility was spotty, better at 20 feet where there was more light…

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    Diving Terranea Resort - 120 reef

    We made an easy exit at the sandy part of the Cove.

    I was surprised to see Instructor Ed at the beach, waiting for our arrival.

    We saw a couple getting married…

    A couple gets married.

    I yelled, “Sober up and think about what you’re doing man! Don’t ruin your life!”

    Someone gave me the finger; I continued walking.

    Looking down at the Cove.
    Looking down at the Cove.

    A group shot to the divers from today.
    Today’s group of divers.

    Me and Instructor Ed.
    Instructor Ed and I.

    We debriefed with a few beers and talked about diving, only to be interrupted occasionally by the passing motorist asking, “Are you leaving?”

    We must plan a Summer diving event… ideas?

    March 9, 2014

    Lobster Hunting Off Of Redondo Beach – Dive #2

    March 7, 2014

    After a sort of disappointing dive at the last location – four divers and two bugs – we decided to go to a nearby sunken barge.

    This was a spot I had no clue even existed.

    The Dive Master said, “The barge has openings in the side; There are bugs inside, but if you’ve never penetrated a wreck before, don’t do it.”

    Hmm – I had my plan now.

    The next spot was so close, I didn’t even know that we actually moved.

    We had pulled anchor, and I heard the engines, but between the big swells that were making some puke over the side and the short ride, I couldn’t tell that we had actually moved anywhere.

    After more than an hour surface interval, I jumped over and swam to the anchor line.

    I submerged first, determined to get to the barge first, but like the last dive, some divers can equalize faster than me, and I was beaten to the anchor.

    Logged SCUBA Dive #465

    Same Ocean Diving With Chipper, Nice Bob and the other Jeff

    Secret Location: 54 68 65 20 61 6d 6d 6f 20 62 61 72 67 65 20 6e 65 78 74 20 74 6f 20 74 68 65 20 6c 61 73 74 20 6c 6f 63 61 74 69 6f 6e 2e
    Redondo Beach, CA, USA

    In With: 2900 psi
    Out With: 600 psi
    Max depth: 82 feet
    Waves: A lot of surface chop, fairly calm underneath
    Visibility: 10 feet, a lot of silt
    Water Temperature: 62 degrees
    Air Temperature: 64 degrees
    Total Bottom Time: 24 minutes

    I followed the anchor line to the barge, but visibility fucking sucked.

    I soon discovered Nice Bob and the other Jeff were leaving a James’ Bond type trail of kicked up silt to ruin my visibility.

    Instead of going along the barge, I went over and pinned a lobster within 30 seconds – it was legal and I bagged it.

    I cut over the barge and dropped to the other side where there was a big hole in the side.

    So, there’s lobsters in the barge?

    I went in; maybe about 15 feet, and then towards the right, into another compartment.

    No bugs; I turned around to a view of nothing but silt.

    Fuck! – it’s a small barge and I have plenty of air, but I should have taken a compass heading before doing such a dumb-assed maneuver.

    Which way is out?

    Then, I saw a light shining in from the outside.

    That diver was later identified as Chipper, who I thought was trying to show me the way out.

    In actuality, he was just looking for bugs.

    I went towards the light, only to approach a hole the size of a football.

    Hah! At least, I know where the side is, and the entrance is just one compartment over.

    I found where the first compartment was and the exit.

    As I was going out, Chipper was coming in.

    I waited to see if he needed help getting out, but left after a minute or so.

    After telling my story, Chipper later recounted that, “Yeah, I didn’t think it was such a great idea going in there, especially after you had kicked up all that silt.”

    There were bugs under the barge, but out of reach.

    I did another circle, until I found the anchor that was resting on top of the barge and started heading back.

    I made an extended safety stop, before surfacing.

    The rest soon made it back; Nice Bob and the other Jeff got skunked, Chipper got two lobsters.

    Lobsters Fighting.
    Chipper’s two lobsters were fighting in his bag.

    Lobster 69.
    The grappling continued on the ground.

    My huge catch!
    My catch for the night – this monster bug weighed almost two pounds.

    Well, the one bug I caught cost about $100 – even though the fish market is cheaper, I did have fun.

    However, I’m not sure if I can afford another trip this season; this might be it.

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