Instructor John, Ron T and I met at 8 PM at King Harbor to go lobster hunting on SCUBA.

Our biggest problem of the night was that his engine wouldn’t start…

John looks at the engine while Ron supervises.

We believe it was a problem with the starter, but no matter how hard we hit the thing, it just wouldn’t start.

Better at the dock than at sea; it would have been a long paddle back from where we usually go.

I’m on the Island Diver Friday night; we may go out again Sunday if John can repair the engine by then.

There’s suppose to be large swells coming in tomorrow morning and over the weekend, so there’s a slight possibility that this may be it for the season.

Lobster season ends March 20 at midnight – Tuesday night / Wednesday morning.

We cracked open the beer and planned our season’s end strategy.

A hoop netter confirmed that the lobsters are still in about 85 feet.

I stopped by Vet’s Park and drank another beer with the Divevets.

There was some really hot chick reporter from the Daily Breeze that was hanging out with them.

She apparently is going to do a story on local diving.

My freezer of bugs is now in ration mode until the end of the season.

The time change screwed me up, and I didn’t have any air.

I thought about waking up early and going free diving, but when the alarm sounded at 6 AM, I looked at it and thought to myself, “Uh, it’s really 5 AM – I’m going back to sleep.”

As I found out Friday night, there was going to be a barbecue and beer party at Long Point.

I could not turn down free food, so I made it down to the Old Marineland access point around 11 AM.

The local divers had already set up a tent and were offering barbecued hot dogs and burgers to all.

Apparently, most divers had stayed out of the water due to waves and surge from earlier in the morning.

Out of about 14 people in attendance, only three divers dove – and only two dove here.

Dennis G. dove Honeymoon Cove earlier – a beach dive that’s a lot more macho than here.

I had to take a leak, so I walked to the cliffs.

I took care of business and then peered down to look at what seemed to be pretty good conditions at the time:

Long Point seems to be changing quite a bit.

Maybe I’ll start calling this place the “Terranea Resort?”

Looking down on Pigeon Shit Cave.

A helicopter patrolled the coast looking for terrorists and illegal aliens.

We talked about diving stories and how the cops hassled us as teenagers.

Free burgers and beer, plus good company – it was well worth the thirty minute drive here!