I woke up at 7:30 AM, after recovering from last night’s lobster dive; I figured I could still get to Old Marineland by 8:30 AM to dive.

Throwing my still wet gear back in the mighty Duster and calling Instructor Ed to be ready when I picked him up, I headed from the Long Beach ghetto in to San Pedro.

The mission expanded when Ed had me diagnose a wireless connection problem with his computer… then he got a call that someone had been stabbed at his bar and that the Police were on their way.

Ok, screw it, I guess we’ll show up for the debriefing at least.

We come to find out, that a crazy man from the insane asylum next door was refused service at Ed’s bar last night and left within two minutes – that’s what the surveillance tape showed.

Sometime during the night or next morning, the crazy guy got stabbed and told the Police that it happened in the bar.

After that was taken care of, it was finally off to our destination.

Without any hassle or lecture, we were waved through the main gate at Terranea Resort.

The cove was very calm; the regular band of divers were heading up, finished with their dive.

The condition reports were, “Fifteen feet, 57 degree water and a great dive.”

Too bad I missed it, but I at least got my weekend fill last evening.

We broke out the ghetto grill to cook some Korean ribs; cooking was assisted by Catherine No Nickname – a diver or at least a diver’s girlfriend.

Turnout has grown since the “Trail Of Death” has been shortened.

We debriefed with Korean ribs, Kim Chi, a lobster that Jimmy The Bagman caught, hamburgers, pork chops, garlic bread and an assortment of beers, featuring Budweiser – “The King Of Beers!”

Jimmy The Bagman caught a lobster in 40 feet that he dug out of a shallow hole and carried it for 50 minutes as he didn’t have a bag; is that macho, or what?

I think he should be called “Jimmy The Bagless” from now on.

The wind started picking up; a storm is apparently headed our way.

We saw whales go by and a feeding frenzy of dolphins just off of 120 cove – sorry, but my ultra-high-tech camera was too slow to catch any of that.

The shore was so clear, we could actually see the rocks in the shallows.

Instructor Ed vowed to get wet next weekend since the trail to the water has been shortened on the weekends.

Debriefing wrapped up around noon.