I’m dealing with some other issues aside from diving, so I’ve been dry for the last couple weeks.

The regular Sunday morning crowd here has been nonexistent the last two weekends.

Apparently there was a birthday party here yesterday, and Father’s Day last weekend might explain it.

It was extremely low tide.

Out of the dozens of regular faces, Military Bob was the only diver that I recognized; he dove the 120 reef solo as nobody else had shown up.

“Eight to ten feet at the very best and the swells are picking up,” was the report.

A few new faces dove Terranea.

Terranea Resort is now offering kayaking from the rocks.

Apparently, Pacific Wilderness will soon be offering “SCUBA Discovery” classes here.

That will be really interesting as the only place at the resort to safely submerge someone who has never been diving would be the pool; the rocks would simply make it too dangerous.

I debriefed with Military Bob for a good hour or more; no hassles so far, but we’ve all kept extremely low key.

Actually, we take better care of this place than the guests; we clean up after ourselves, but the guests leave empty martini glasses and cigar butts all over the property – I guess the “help” is expected to clean up after them.

Logged SCUBA Dive #344

Terranea Resort, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA

It’s time to get wet again, but this time Terranea Resort was open to the public – no more slipping the guard a beer for beach access.

Conditions from yesterday were reported as “green with poor visibility.”

Dove with Instructor Ron & Nick

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 1500 psi
Max depth: 34 feet
Waves: Annoying surge at shore
Visibility: 0 to 10 feet
Temperature: 58 degrees
Total Bottom Time: Exactly 20 minutes

It was low tide and with the promise of pretty crappy conditions, we decided to go off the cove.

Max Bottomtime had reported that he had lost a camera light between the Cove and The Point, replacing it would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

We decided to search for it.

For some reason, I have an uncanny ability to predict the future, hence my luck at the race track.

With my excellent navigational skills and our perfect search pattern, Nick found the camera lighting…

Congratulations to Nick for scoring us all some beer!

Neither Ron nor Nick were macho enough to carry the camera lighting (it weighed 20 plus pounds), so I put it in my game bag and lugged it around the entire dive.

Vis sucked, so I’ll spare you the pictures.

After 20 minutes went by, diving over the sand just to record this dive, we exited the cove.

Instructor Ron helped carry the extremely heavy camera lighting to shore.

Nick returns the camera housing to Max Bottomtime, our recovery team was rewarded with a case of Budweiser!

Debriefing continued, but this time with safety cups and the glare of the public.

Hopefully conditions will improve and maybe, one day, I’ll have something to write about besides diving here.