Long Point, CA
(aka The Old Marineland)

Dove with Nick, well, sort of solo

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 2500 psi
Max depth: 25 feet or so
Waves: 1-3 feet
Visibility: Shitty, 0-2 feet
Water Temperature: Cool
Total Bottom Time: About ten minutes

Nick chickened out of going river rafting yesterday.

When he found out that he was the third of three people going and the minimum number of people needed was three, he declined knowing that the trip depended on him not backing out once there – I just had to throw that in.

Tim, Reyna and the guys from Pacific Wilderness were in the parking lot.

The cove seemed calm, the Point a little rough.

It was a little surgy when entering the cove about 9:40 AM.

Nick seemed a little concerned, but he’s been in Cleveland and is getting fat.

I submerged to 25 feet and hit the bottom before seeing it.

Nick turned back due to the horrible visibility.

Hungry and totting my spear gun, I decided to go under again for another try.

I was under for an additional five minutes before calling turning back myself.

Visibility made continuing this dive pointless.

It’s “red tide” again.

I heard from other divers that, depending on where you go, the visibility could be a good as five feet!

What a waste of time today!

Casino Point, Catalina, CA

Solo Diving

In With: 3000 psi
Out With: 1200 psi
Max depth: 90 feet +
Waves: 1-2 feet, insignificant
Visibility: 15-20 feet
Water Temperature: Sort of cold at depth
Total Bottom Time: 30 minutes

After eating a few free hamburgers, I did my “after the event” dive.

I went down the stairs and off to the right.

At 90 feet, there are two sunken boats, or at least what’s left of them.

I ran across a few divers.

Not much to report as far as anything in particular.

I managed to swim back up the first two steps of stairs.

It was a higher high tide, so I just swam up the stairs.

Our crew packed up and went for drinks at Mi Casita in Avalon.

I drank a few beers; others had “bowls” of margaritas.

Getting wasted at Mi Casitas.

Bob had a few bowls of margaritas and started telling one of the female crew members how nice her ass looked when she bent over to put her wetsuit on.

She took that as such a compliment that she sat with him on the way back to San Pedro.

If I had said something like that to a woman, I would get punched.

I guess the direct approach works for some people.