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    February 5, 2012

    Super Bowl Sunday SCUBA Dive Report

    I have found out some very disappointing news regarding my planned SCUBA diving trip to Albania in April.

    I will have to put that subject together in my next post, within a couple of days – check back for details.

    There were lots of divers at Sunday Services – I would say a good twenty, and lots of new faces.

    Taking other people’s word for it, our group geared up and proceeded to The Point – Air Force Chris and I have a “No pain” policy of Point entry.

    It was low tide, and if you didn’t time the waves just right, you would get dragged over boulders – we called it and headed for The Cove.

    Entry at The Cove was still tricky – it was low tide, and stepping between the slippery rocks as the waves rolled in and out sucked.

    Air Force Chris and I made it out with no problems.

    Three divers followed behind us – one fell, and face planted on the rocks, losing a fin that promptly washed away with the receding wave.

    Just a little bloody, the diver got up and snorkeled in the surf zone to retrieve his fin, but with no luck.

    His two buddies and Chris and I looked for the fin – some underwater, some from the surface, as the waves rolled in and out of the surf zone; I almost got beached a couple of times.

    I swam out about 20 yards, aligned with where he fell, submerged and swam towards shore, skimming the floor.

    In 15 feet of water, I found his fin.

    Chris and I headed to 120 reef, the other three headed to the right.

    Illegal fishermen.

    Illegal fishermen on the East side of Pigeon Shit Cave.

    Logged SCUBA Dive #403

    Dove with Air Force Chris
    120 Reef,Terranea Resort, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA USA

    In With: 2900 psi
    Out With: 500 psi
    Max depth: 44 feet
    Waves: A little rough, but manageable
    Visibility: Eight feet, maybe better
    Water Temperature: 55 degrees
    Air Temperature: 69 degrees
    Total Bottom Time: 45 minutes

    Birds off of the cave.

    We descended.

    Chriss off the reef.

    Yeah, it was a little green – eight feet of visibility, I think.

    Vis is low.

    When the visibility is low – just go macro.

    I did the best I could…

    A Sun Star.

    A Sheep Crab

    Star fish on a reef.

    More star fish.

    All in all, it was a great dive.

    I made a sloppy exit, washing to shore with my fins still on, and flailing on the rocks trying to get them off.

    Luckily, there were no cameras and no women watching.

    The braves souls that dove off The Point completed their mission…

    A Lobster Trap recovered.

    They successfully recovered an 80 pound abandoned lobster trap, using lift bags and brute force.

    Now, whether it’s worth anything remains to seen, but at least a rogue lobster trap has been removed from what is now a Marine Preserve.

    Debriefing was, of course, world class; but we made sure that it didn’t interfere with the other Super Bowl parties that lay ahead.

    You want to take your husband’s car and rub it in?

    This car was spotted in the parking lot…

    Hanging Ken - Car Was His

    Typical vengeful woman.

    December 25, 2011

    The 2011 Pagan Dive and Debrief

    This is my first Pagan dive in many years.

    So, what is a Pagan Dive?

    It is an excuse for anyone who dives, but doesn’t have anything to do on Christmas morning.

    In this case, it’s our regularly scheduled Sunday Services dive, just disguised as the Pagan Dive.

    The Pagan Divers

    I got to the dive site a little early and Mirek and I scoped the conditions out.

    They looked fine, except for a few breaking waves at shore.

    At 9 AM, the rest of the group showed up, minus Donna the Hot Biker Chick, who had a scheduled appearance this morning.

    After Reverend Al checked The Point, he decided to be safe and enter off The Cove – the waves were picking up.

    Our group made an uneventful entrance.

    Logged SCUBA Dive #398

    Sort of Dove with TwinDuct, Dennis G., Richard The Brit, Reverend Al and Son
    Terranea Resort, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA USA

    In With: 3000 psi
    Out With: 1500 psi
    Max depth: 42 feet
    Waves: Choppy and the shore line with a few surprises
    Visibility: 8 feet of shit
    Water Temperature: 57 degrees
    Air Temperature: 74 degrees
    Total Bottom Time: 23 minutes

    This is my first beach dive with my new camera – I was a little nervous that it would get lost or smashed on entry or exit, even though I had it on a leash.

    We kicked out through the silt in The Cove, and it looked like it would clear a little.

    We all dropped at the tip of the finger, outside Pigeon Shit cave.

    Visibility sucked!

    I tried following the group, but was messing around with my camera and lost them in the silt soup fairly early in the dive.

    I trolled around, but decided to head back in after 20 minutes.

    TwinDuct and Richard The Brit were already on shore.

    The waves were picking up, but I thought I waited long enough.

    I took my fins off – a wave pushed me towards shore – I stood up and began walking – then another wave hit.

    No problems, until the wave started to recede and I lost my footing.

    I fell, and another wave came in and I got tossed, losing a fin in the process as I reached for my camera that had gotten scraped against the rocks, along with everything else.

    I also had an audience watching me from shore – luckily PDP with his video camera was not there, nor any other diver.

    I regained my footing and made it to the dry rocks.

    I looked back and thought, “Well, this is the first time I ever lost a fin in almost 400 dives, 280 of them beach dives.”

    The tips are starting to crack, so I guess this is God telling me to get a newer pair of fins.

    I looked back at the surf zone – a big wave crashed against the shore, and as it receded, there was my lost fin, stranded in a formation of rocks!

    I quickly launched a successful rescue operation before the next wave came in.

    Now on to the debrief…

    Richard the Brit brought some kind of flaming cake – flam-bay (something like that) that was a bitch to light.

    Mirek brought some Tequila; I asked him, “I thought Poles drank Vodka, not Tequila?”

    “We are closer to Mexico here,” Mirek said.

    I broke out the ghetto grill for barbecued hot dogs and pineapple.

    This is the last time we’re using the ghetto grill, before replacing it – the rusted grill has one huge flame in the middle, with no heat around it.

    Yet another fun day of diving and debriefing has all been captured again with the following video.

    It is in 3D – if you don’t have the glasses or hate 3D, you can turn the 3D off using the controls at the lower right.

    If you have anaglyphic glasses, you can chose the color settings using the 3D icon, also.

    To view this video on YouTube, click here.

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