Veteran’s Park, Redondo Beach, CA

Dove with Nick

In With: 2900 psi
Out With: 1000 psi
Max depth: 65 feet
Waves: 1-2 feet
Visibility: 15 feet
Water Temperature: 55 degrees at 60 feet
Total Bottom Time: 35 minutes

Nick picked me up around 7:30 AM and we headed for Leo Carrillo.

The waves looked relatively calm.

We checked out Sequin Point at Leo Carrillo; the waves looked sort of rough.

We went down to our traditional spot at Leo Carrillo and again, waves.

There were plenty of surfers, but no divers.

We left and headed back South to find a better spot.

We checked a few spots heading South on PCH.

We ended up at Veteran’s Park in Redondo Beach.

Reports were that visibility was great; students were there as usual.

I broke a fin strap going in; Nick fixed it with a tie wrap.

Then, walking down a second time, Nick’s tank fell off; I adjusted mine.

We didn’t make it to the water until about 11 AM.

We went in and submerged to 60 feet; saw the octopus amongst the trash and small fish.

We followed it North and then back.

We were dived bombed a few times by a seal.

This was a typical Redondo day dive.

Long Point, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA
(aka The Old Marineland)

Diving with John H.

In With: 2900 psi
Out With: 500 psi
Max depth: 45 feet
Waves: 1-4 feet, swooping
Visibility: 5-10 feet
Water Temperature: Cool to cold
Total Bottom Time: 45 minutes

My instrument panel on the Duster is screwed up, so I decided to go diving after realizing that replacing the instrument regulator didn’t fix anything.

I called John H to let him know that I’d be down at Long point around 8:30 AM.

I took the “long way” around Palos Verdes and was there at 8:30 AM – so was John H.

It was about high tide and the waves were rolling in, long and sweeping over the rocks.

We were about to call it off, until John H. found out that the surfing conditions sucked too.

John H said, “I’ll go if you are up for diving.”

My machismo kicked in; we went.

We tried to find the lobster trap that I’ve been keeping tabs on.

It was too soupy, 5 to 10 feet; we were close, I could tell.

I motioned to John that I would follow him.

John H shot a 15-inch Sheephead.

I followed him around, losing him once when he took “a shot at something big with fins.”

He swears it wasn’t me.

I surfaced and followed the bubbles back down to him.

He shot an even bigger sheephead afterwards.

We went to the kelp bed on the “other” side of Pigeon Shit cave.

It was too soupy, so we headed back.

We saw lobsters in deep holes.

Easy out, but a little challenging.

I crawled up behind “friendship rock.”