Promptly showing up at 8:15 AM, I noticed that the free lot was almost full and divers were starting to gear up.

But I didn’t recognize any of the divers; where were the regulars?

I decided to check out the conditions.

Talk about starting immediately?

Three boxes of cheap snorkel gear was by the trash.

A group must have just came from Big 5 and decided to see if their gear fits – I am guessing.

The Cove looked foamy, I met the group of regulars who were walking from The Point.

In Nice Bob’s words, “You would be risking your life entering off the Point, for barely any visibility.”

Conditions at the Cove looked divable from and entry and exit point of view, but the conditions looked crappy.

A few divers dove here and later reports confirmed five to eight feet of visibility.

The group decided to check out Honeymoon Cove; I followed.

There’s some kind of construction going on at Honeymood cove; probably another mansion.

Dive conditions looked good, but the trail still sucks.

I have dove here before and have been here when the group decided to dive.

The trail fucking sucks, and I had a lot of stuff to get accomplished today, so I called the dive – by the way, I didn’t get much done regardless.

Most of the group decided to dive Honeymoon Cove, but I split and ened up in San Pedro at Rebel’s Bar to watch the FIFA officials try and fix the Womens’ World Cup kickball match in favor of Brazil – The USA still won!

Ha! Ha! Screw Brazil!

If I’m going to start whimping out on macho dives, I think I should go back to Wednesday night dives at Veteran’s Park – at least I would get wet.

To get off the subject of diving a little bit, for the past few years I have been helping to set up professional fireworks shows on the 4th of July.

This year, Professional Debriefer Paul was able to document the occassion with two of his award winning videos.

So, this is my one day a year job:

To view this video on YouTube, click here.

To view this video on YouTube, click here.

Next weekend is Military Bob’s last potential dive with us; I think it’s time for another parking lot party to say farewell.

It’s time to celebrate the return of Diver Todd, mourn the soon to be loss of Military Bob and cheer two solid months of being free from Psycho Bitch.

The water was flat as a lake and the visibility was reported to be about 10 feet.

I was determined to dive.

Someone named Chris (yes, another Chris) asked if he could dive with me, and I accepted.

Logged SCUBA Dive #380

120 Reef, Terranea Resort, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA

Dove with Another Chris

In With: 2200 psi
Out With: 400 psi
Max depth: 35 feet
Waves: Pretty damn flat
Visibility: A good 10 feet, maybe 15
Water Temperature: 60 degrees
Air Temperature: About 75 degrees
Total Bottom Time: About 35 minutes

Entry was so easy, even non-macho divers would have been able to make it.

Luckily, I took a few breaths off my regulator before descending, otherwise I would not have known to ask Chris to turn my air on.

It was a little dark, due to it being overcast.

Most of my pictures came out blurry.

What is this?

It looks like a yellow booger.

Another picture of a reef.

I must have a slight leak in my tank; I only had 2200 psi in my tank at the beginning of the dive, so I’m afraid I cheated Chris out of some bottom time.

This was a nice, uneventful dive.

I surfaced at 120 reef and swam to make an easy exit.

Professional Debriefer Paul tends the ghetto grill.

The privileged divers apparently have arranged transportation up the hill.

About 30 divers and groupies dined on a feast of Korean ribs, chicken, kimchi, potato salad and … beer.

A group shot of the attendees at Sunday Services.

I brought two non-diving neighbors, Malcolm and Dena, who had a nice time aside from getting sunburned.

Dena said, “If your Psycho Bitch didn’t like the scene here she was truly crazy.”