Just South Of Malaga Cove, Off of Palos Verdes Peninsula, CA

Southern California Buddy Diving with John and Ron off of John’s Zodiac.

In With: 2900 psi
Out With: 1100 psi
Max depth: 40 feet
Waves: Minor chop, light surge
Visibility: Five to eight feet, sort of shitty
Water Temperature: Warm of top, 55 degrees F after 25 feet
Total Bottom Time: 40 minutes

Since Margate sucked so badly, we decided to try a spot just South of Malaga.

John remarked, “I haven’t dove this spot in 20 years.”

A six pack dive boat was anchored near by.

I think the visibility was worse in some places here, and I was definitely colder than at Margate.

I swam around over sand, the few scattered rocks and kelp.

At one point I was sort of bored.

I picked up a half of a clam shell, ascended to 15 feet, and dropped the shell.

I followed it down to see where it would land and if it would flip like a coin.

The shell rode the water down and landed in the sand.

OK, yeah I was bored, and visibility sucked.

I looked for scallops when I came across a reef.

I was the last one back on the boat.

Ron and I drank some post-dive Italian beer, which cured my alcohol-induced sickness from last night.

South Of Margate, Off of Palos Verdes Peninsula, CA

Southern California Buddy Diving with John and Ron off of John’s Zodiac

In With: 2800 psi
Out With: 1200 psi
Max depth: 40 feet
Waves: Annoying chop, 2 foot surge
Visibility: 10 feet at best
Water Temperature: Warm of top, 55 degrees F below 25 feet
Total Bottom Time: 35 minutes

My girlfriend was giving me a rash of shit earlier in the week, so I had the brilliant idea of getting really hammered last night.

I was sort of “out of it” in the morning, but managed to pick up Ron and meet John at the dock about 10 minutes late.

We geared up and headed out.

I had to focus on the horizon line as the boat bumped over the swells; I didn’t realize how much I drank the night before until I almost lost the bile in my stomach.

I don’t get seasick, but I was not very comfortable on the ride over.

I decided to go and hunt for some Scallops.

I descended; it got really cold past 25 feet.

I had trouble equalizing and the visibility really sucked.

Once down, I spent the next 20 minutes looking for scallops.

Of course, since I was looking for Scallops I didn’t find any, but when I’m not looking I come across a few.

I made it back to the boat first and drank water to try and ease my stomach.

John came back and then Ron, who handed me a small scallop that we split.

John smiles as Ron splits a scallop – John’s smiling because he thinks our love for sushi is disgusting.