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  • May 14, 2005

    Logged Dive #123 Long Point, CA

    Solo Diving, spear fishing

    In With: 3000 psi
    Out With: 1000 psi
    Max depth: 40 feet
    Waves: 1-2 feet
    Visibility: 8 feet, but pretty silty
    Water Temperature: Sort Of cold
    Total Bottom Time: 42 minutes

    I’m in the process of buying a condominium, so I must practice spear fishing to save money.

    I made it down to Long Point after dealing with the traffic from the Palos Verdes Marathon.

    There were four other divers in the parking lot; I think it was a class.

    A woman diver who I can only assume is an instructor, came over and asked, “Do you mind if I check your equipment?

    “It’s just a habit of mine.”

    I replied with a smile, “You can check out my equipment any time you like.”

    She sort of smiled, not getting what I had meant at first.

    Anyway, it was sort of foggy, but I thought it would surely burn off as it got warmer.

    I decided to enter from the cove.

    The waves were calm and it was easy getting it, however I was fumbling with my spear while trying to put my fins on; I almost lost it.

    Visibility over the sandy cove really sucked – zero feet.

    As I submerged and went deeper, visibility got to be about eight feet.

    I trolled around looking for halibut, but couldn’t find any of legal size; not even close!

    I soon went over some seascape that I didn’t recognize, so I started heading toward the North-West, closer to shore.

    I surfaced to get my bearings and found myself in the middle of a fog bank, unable to see where the land was.

    I was shocked!

    It was a strange feeling and the movie plot from “Open Water” sprang to my mind.

    I looked at my compass and figured land was North-West, as it always is at this location, but I had no idea where I was along the shoreline.

    I could hear the waves break against the shore, too.

    As it turns out, I was way the hell South.

    I swam back very shallow just South of Pigeon Shit Cave.

    I made it back as the fog was burning off.

    Other divers were making there way down to the shoreline; so were some displaced fisherman who were thrown out of Cabrillo beach.

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