Showing posts with label Scuba Diving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scuba Diving. Show all posts

Monday, June 10, 2013

Rendezvous Dive Adventures - Barkley Sound, BC - June 2013

Jean Michel at Rowands Reef Scuba  dive shop http://www.rowandsreef.com suggested I join Michelle, Mike and some other divers for a weekend dive in Barkley Sound.  I'm not new to diving but I'm still getting re acquainted with cold water diving, having a new dry suit and my HUBB reconditioned.  Hannah at my office organized me for the adventure, making sure I had the ferry reservations and all my equipment ready.
Friday morning I loaded my truck at the storage locker. We were all meeting at Rowands Reef on Granville Island. The divers would be Michelle, Mike, Ariana, Kaitland, Joan, Brad, Trent, Robin, bearded Mike and myself. We loaded up gear and Joan joined me in my Ford F350 truck for the ride.
We drove first to the Ferry at Horseshoe Bay, crossing that to the town of Nanaimo on Vancouver Island before driving across the island through the magnificent old growth Cathedral forest to Port Alberni.  There Peter Mieras met us with his dive boat, Rendezvous I.  We off loaded gear from the truck to the dock and onto the boat.  It accommodated all of us with ease, each of us finding space on top in the flying bridge for the ride up the sound to Rendezvous Lodge.  Peter is quite the comedian and regaled us with Monty Python and Austin Powers imitations between showing us points of interest and discussing the scientific work they do at the lodge.  The wind was blowing 20 knots onto us making for some spray over the bow.  The sun was shining though and the sky blue with fluffy white clouds. Often there are whales and bear along the shore but not today.
Kathy met us at Rendezvous Lodge helping Peter tie up the boat.  We followed her up to the multi level hand made house on the side of the rock escarpment.  After showing us our rooms and the bathrooms we gathered on the dock for barbecue.  Most of the divers were young people, in their 20's and 30's, with stories of world travel, dives in Europe and Australia, jokes and mayhem.  I was the oldest there and simply loved to watch this show of vitality and enthusiasm.  Everyone worked and played together.
In the morning I was told I snored.  One of the Mike's does too. So I wasn't alone. I didn't notice his snoring or my own and slept rather well in this luxurious wilderness retreat.  I finally went in search of coffee.  Peter was showing films he made, quite the accomplished professional underwater photographer indeed. His videos of manta rays were superb but I most enjoyed a short clip of the area where we'd be diving that day.  His discussion of the dive sites and critters prepared us well.
Meanwhile Kathy was making a superb breakfast and we all sat down at the rustic carved wood table with the exquisite view of the bay to eat eggs, bacon, toast and jams.  Peter and Mike put peanut butter and hot sauce together claiming that both had come to appreciate this when they'd been diving in Thailand.
After breakfast we loaded onto the dive boat and drove out to an open water dive. I'm exhausted by the time I get into my gear and couldn't help but be amazed by Ariana, the 19 yo former gymnast who looks so lean and tiny, only to be dancing about the boat with the strength of Samson unencumbered by all the same gear that had me decidedly unsteady on my feat on the pitching bouncing deck.  With Michelle and Peter's kind encouragement I moved to the end of the boat and stepped into excitement.  Having broken into pairs I was fortunate to go with Michelle and Ariana, the obvious mermaids sent by Neptune to watch for the safety of an old man. I found myself wishing I was Leonard Cohen so I could have the words to immortalize the sheer wonder of this experience.
We descended the anchor chain then swam at 60 feet around a reef looking a greeling, cod, sea anemone and great underwater vegetarian. Visibility was only about 5 meters but that was enough for me to follow the two beautiful women moseying along before me. I had a new HERO 3 and naturally on this first dive didn't have it flipped up so mostly I found later it just pointed at my face. I was forever checking gauges and looking at the depth of my dive computer. There were so many things I could worry about but I actually relaxed and enjoyed the extraordinary experience of being in this alien world in really cold northern Pacific waters just kicking along looking at the amazing scenery.
When It came time to rise I did too quickly in the last 10 feet pretty well surfacing like a great whale.  Michelle was not impressed and later would go over my equipment and buoyancy issues seriously once again.  Thanks to her kind PADI refresher information I'd not make this mistake on the second dive. I keep forgetting to jettison the suit air along with BCD,needing to get my elbow over my head to get the suit air out.
We all gathered into the boat with Peter's help and off we went to tie up beside a houseboat out of the wind that had kicked up a bit. Kathy had made the best peanut and squash soup I've ever tasted. True gourmet and added to that it was hot and delicious after a spectacular dive.  Sandwiches, good cheer and many jokes, some of which were decidedly the kind that pre teen boys would die to know.  The girls were as funny as the boys and I was just thankful to be a part of the obvious conviviality of divers so enjoying their sport and adventure. Having dived myself I shared the 'high' that goes with this otherworld experience.
The next dive was back in the bay at Rendezvous Lodge.  Getting into the equipment was much easier and all round I was comfortable with gear and the dive and life in general.  Joan, having geared up and made the jump into the water started her descent only to decide to return not feeling well.    Michelle and Peter and Ariana all gave her a hand with her equipment and getting her back on the boat before the rest of us continued with our dive.  She was feeling better immediately and took off kayaking while the rest of us dove.
I just loved this one. I had the Hero 3 pointing ahead this time. It actually shows the girls (I know they're women but they could be my children or grandchildren)  ahead of me but I missed all the fish I pointed at pretty well because I was shooting over their heads.  Nonetheless I do have a record of my being down there. I can see myself at the beginning and end of the dive. It was incredible.  Still with visibility only 3 to 5 meters but more a sense of the utter aliens and otherworldliness nature of this underwater rock terrain.  There are octopus and wolf eels here but I only saw where the octopus had been feeding and never did find the eels which others saw along with the crabs and other critters. Again I'm just so happy to be in the environment, enjoying the surroundings, looking at fish looking at me.  It's a dive and it's in cold water in all this exotic gear. I feel a bit like I'm in preparation for following Chris Hatfield into outer space.  This is as close as it gets on earth.
We came up in the midst of logs though and I had very little air left.  It took a little courage to trust Michele,descend again and swim under the logs back to the open water behind the boat.  Worried about my air I lost them and they rose with still a log to dip under. I was happy as can be when Mike called out asking how was the dive.  "Terrific!" I shouted.
Last night some of the gang got into the hot tub and I'm thinking it might be a good idea for easing the tired muscles.  Kathy's cooking dinner and I just wanted to check to see that I was actually recording things with the new HERO 3.  It's working and I love it. What a great little video camera for underwater. A couple of the guys have fancy cameras with strobes but they've also coupled their main cameras with the Hero video. There's some way I can take pictures with this too but I may just have to read the instruction manual to find which button I push underwater to get a snap while doing the video. I could use my film smart nephew Graham to show me how to get the most out of the camera and maybe even get me to point at things so I capture them in the shot. I've got the camera mounted on my dive light thanks to Mike's help. That's working pretty good.
Michelle used her camera and told Peter how much she appreciated his steady buoyancy seeing how her video shots were compared to his.
Roast Beef dinner was fit for an English lord. In addition to the perfectly roasted succulent meat I loved the little baked potatoes with handsome gravy. No doubt others liked the other vegetables and salad.  The bread's Kathy served were always so tasty too..  One delightful fellow, told Kathy, "I live alone and don't cook so it's been at least a year since I've had a meal like this!"  Naturally one of the other young guys told him he should get a girlfriend who cooks.   No comment from the girls, on that one, surprisingly, given all the jolly banter this crew shared. Later Mike would show us the beautiful pictures, mostly macros,  he'd taken on the day's dives.  Kathy identified everything he had captured with his lens and told us all little tales related to the flora and fawna in the region.  I most loved the big wolf eel face poking out of it's cave despite Kathy's waxing poetic about some rare Liliputian creature Mike had captured with his macro lens.  I loved seeing and having named some of the very bits and pieces of the ocean abundance I'd just ogled at.
The hot tub was used by some while others went out kayaking. I was glad to get to bed early and wake at dawn.  What a beautiful day Sunday was with the sky clear and water barely rippled by the wind. I was first up and loved just sitting in the living room watching eagles flying by.  The night before I'd been delighted with the hummingbirds that had come to hover and flit.  The eagles did neither but rather majestically circled slowly letting the thermals lift them higher and higher.
Soon Peter and Kathy were up and hot coffee brewed while Peter set the table.  Then one after another everyone joined us grabbing coffee and tea before Peter gave us together an overview of the morning's dive sites. Another fine breakfast with lots of good cheer before we all headed for the boat and another great day of diving.
This time, Michelle, Ariana and I descended to 65 feet where a sandy channel ran between two close pinnacles. There was only room for single file swimming and fish galore.  Visibility was good and I was reminded of a similar channel I'd swun alone in the reefs off the Bahamas. Only here the fish were ling cod, greeling, perch and rock cod.  I love the fish.  When I'm swimming among them I always feel like I'm in the tropical fish tank I kept as a child.  The crab were interesting too and I was really enjoying the dive, having figured out my suit and buoyancy better when I looked up and Ariana who I'd been following had joined Michelle.  The two of them began to buddy breathe then Michelle singled to me to ascend.  I followed them up not sure what was wrong but impressed to see this buddy breathing ascent I'd practiced years past in PADI training but never having seen for 'real'.  When we got back to the boat and everyone was aboard safely Ariana explained that she'd noticed her air was out and realized she had a free flowing regulator.  That's when Michelle , our regular little mother hen, joined her and offered her air hose.  Ariana said she felt panic a bit but felt calm trusting Michelle. I was utterly impressed with both of them, and the controlled slow ascent. I've never encountered an air shortage situation at 65 feet underwater with fear of the bends if there is rapid ascent and I'm glad I've not.  I rather like my air, thank you.  I certainly was even more impressed with Michelle as a dive master watching her calmness and control under fire.  She even had the wits to look for me and  signal to me to ascend while passing her mouth piece back and forth with Ariana.  Ariana was so sweet up top apologizing for shortening my dive which I assured her was nothing given the great rescue I'd been able to witness.
After that the other pairs returned all being helped aboard by Peter.  Peter then drove us all to the "wall' and off we went again for another spectacular dive. This time I was with Robin and Mike and Michelle.  Mike had a delayed entry so it was a bit shocking to have him appear amongst us as we were floating together 85 feet below the surface looking up at this great wall.  Mike later said he was humming the underwater attack music from a movie we all knew.  This dive was really fun , with lots of flora but only a few fish but that wonderful sense of depth and space that comes with divers hovering beside a great rock face where you can look up to the surface and have a sense of otherworldliness as we floated  below.  My brother who raises coral and knows the names of all the underwater flora would have known what I was merely looking at and appreciating as beautiful like a person might view a Picasso.  I loved the colours.
All too soon, a half hour later, heavy breather that I am, I signalled to Michelle I was down to 1000 and we began to move along the wall higher before breaking off and ascending face to face with her counting off the textbook stops with her dive computer and watch.  This reminded me of all the similar controlled ascents Willy Gutowski and I did scuba diving in Saipan.  Letter perfect.  At the top I hooted and Michelle cheered. A great dive indeed. Peter came by in the boat and we grabbed the trailing rope swinging about to ascend the dive ladder with him at the top to guide us and our clumsy duck feet to a sitting place on board.
After everyone was collected and the chatter was rich with what everyone had seen and done Peter drove us back to the lodge.  We washed out gear in the fresh water barrels before restoring it for the journey home. Then we grabbed our bags and stuff from the cabin making sure to double check that we'd not left anything.  Kathy came down to the dock for a self timed group picture. We all hugged her and thanked her before gathering back aboard the boat for the 2 hour journey to Port Alberni.  Ariana laid out the lunch Kathy had packed and again the soup was incredible.  The sandwiches were wolfed down by a whole crew hungry after our two dives.
Thanking Peter profusely we loaded gear into our vehicles and headed for the Horseshoe Bay ferry.  We made one stop on the way. Everyone had to get a picture of the famous Combs goats eating the sod roof where they live.
I'd had the pleasure of having Joan come with me in the truck. She was from South Africa where she had first dived and told me tales of her and her sons motorcycling on the African plains.  She'd been on the Hornby Island dive last year with Rowand Reef tickling an amorous sea lion under the chin.  I was glad we caught the earlier ferry though we lost the rest of the group who were reserved later.  Dropping Joan off at her place I was able to drive on to where Gilbert my dog was ecstatic to see me.
We headed home and after unloading gear rinsing down and hanging my dry suit I was able to get to bed at 11 pm.  Amazing. What an action packed day and a thoroughly wonderful weekend with stirling people, fun activity, hilarious conversations and a whole lot of exercise. I suspect I'll ache but already am looking forward to the next Rowand Reef dive.  I'm even imagining sailing my own boat over to visit Peter and Kathy at their cozy warm Rendezvous lodge. What's more likely is that like Robin, on this trip, I'll sign up for another weekend.  Kathy and Peter have been running the lodge for 10 years and it's obvious that most of their clientele return time and time again.

http://www.rendezvousdiving.com

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Monday, May 27, 2013

Scuba Diving Whitecliff

It was a great day with a mix of sun and clouds.  Not too hot.  I met Mike, the Master Diver, at Rowand Reef and we drove in our separate vehicles to Whitecliff. I've this new dry suit that I've only tested in a swimming pool. After years of scuba diving with a suit (other than my bathing suit) it's taking a little getting used to the change in buoyancy.  The swimming pool is fresh water and I'd need more weights in salt water.
There were at least 50 other divers at Whitecliff. I'd done my original drysuit training here. I'd also done my first night dive and the grid and compass training.  Visibility can often be a problem and were heard it was today but that wouldn't affect my equipment check. I signed up for a weekend dive in Barkley Sound so want to be equipment problem free when I'm out there.  My Hubb had all it's seals re conditioned as well so it was going to be a test of this at 100 feet pressure as well.
Mike is great fun. A young guy who also works Fire Rescue.  There are some advantages to being an older man.  Well bred young men are more helpful and solicitous.  When he offered to lift my tank for me to get on I wasn't complaining.  Gearing up is a bitch.  All this gear.  When finally suited up and geared up I felt like Colonel Chris Hatfield. I was ready for any environment and looked around for the guys from Bare Naked Lady to join in a fitting song with.
It's a bit of trek down to the beach from the parking lot.  Mike had us go right in, stopping only a moment to put on dive hood and goggles.  Then I was in the water with  my BCG inflated and struggling to get my fins on.  "Can I help you with those,"  Mike asked.  Sure.  It feels a bit like having a mother help you put on your shoes to go to kindergarden but why not.  Mike's line, "That's what dive buddies are for."  He had let me help him zip up his suit probably just to make me feel a bit useful.
We swam out to the deeper water then.  We'd gone over our PADI hand signals in the parking lot so I knew to go down but when I pressed the button to let the air out of my BCG I didn't descend.  Mike had extra weights but neither he nor I could get them out of the pocket in his pack. TThe gloves keep one's fingers warm but aren't good for fishing in pockets for slippery balls of lead.  This necessitated a swim ashore. Tide was going out and I had weights on my ankles.  I'm out of shape.  Rolling the ATV a year and half ago with all the injuries and the excuse to lie around eating and watching tv hasn't helped. I 've been getting more active the last 6 months, swimming 20 length of the pool each week, hiking with Gilbert, but those weights on my ankles were killers. I couldn't swim on my back because my feet just went straight down so I swam on my side with some successful.  A long surface swim.  Exhausted I stumbled coming out of the water and Mike kindly helped the old guy up.
In this struggle for decorum I lost my old mask and snorkel.  Ashore I sat, wondering if I was getting too old for scuba diving.  Mike meanwhile ran back to his car for more weights.  Firemen. He at least had the courtesy to leave his tank but I don't doubt he'd have been able to run up the hill after that swim with his tank on.  I was glad to sit on the beach in the sun watching the other divers.  God was good too. A girl came out of the water and couldn't stand.  Her buddies had to help her get her tank off as she knelt in the water.  I told her she shouldn't have watched my entrance. It's not the way it's supposed to be done.  Pay attention to these other guys. She stood up after that laughing.  There's no doubt this is all a whole lot of fun.
Mike stuff more weights into my Hubb pockets.  And off we went again. This time it was letter perfect.  I pressed the button and descended smoothly.  There wasn't much visibility, maybe 6 to 10 feet, but just enough so I didn't lose Mike. He had a light and I'd forgotten mine. I'd left my dive computer and light on the boat having intended to leave from there but not going there in the morning at all just picking up the major part of my gear from the storage locker. I really must get a checklist for this.
I loved the glorious white anemones at the bottom. Great mushrooms looking things on stocks. There were crabs and greeling fish and a big cod.  I love fish. Seeing fish I'm back as a kid who raised tropical fish but now I'm inside the tank.  
I'd forgotten to bring socks so my feet were cold.  Having used up air originally trying to descend and swimming ashore I was glad it was a short dive. I signalled to mike when I was at 1500 and we headed back.  At 1000 I let him know and but as I was beginning to ascend air in my suit pooled in my feet and I shot up to the surface feet first for the last 10 feet . When we'd begun our ascent we were already at about 30 feet.  My exit from the water at the end though wasn't elegant.  Mike said that my ankle weights were probably a good idea. I'd taken them off after the surface swim.  Now I'll wear them again unless there's any surface swimming planned or at least I'll know to take them off for that.
A harbour seal was sunning itself on a rock beside us.  The sun was glorious.  I was really happy.  I'm always happy to be alive after a dive.  It's not at all dangerous but it somehow makes one feel how wonderful it is in one's own domain. I'm sure the space astronauts feel the same when they come inside from outer space.  I'd just been 20 minutes in the original domain.  Amazing to that we all came from the sea so there's that revitalization that comes with returning to land.  I'd been down there with the fishes and a part of that world but now I was climbing up the beach without the sprawling tripping previous exit.
All round a terrific time.  We were scheduled for 2 dives but I told Mike I only wanted one, simply because my feet were cold and secretly I was tired.  Enough for a day.  I could have done another dive but the gearing up would have been more exhausting. Just hauling my tired as up to the hose on the side of the hill was enough .The cold fresh water on my face was spectacular.  Mike offered to carry my weight belt when his keen fireman eye saw that it was that or have to carry the whole of me over his shoulder. What a wuss I am.  I accepted the offer gladly. 35 lbs was all I needed lightened to ascend the hill to my truck looking very dignified indeed.  Pulling the weight belt ass backwards hauling it like a snake across the grass must have caused Mike some embarrassment. There's a whole lot of these master divers around making it the safest place to dive in all BC.  Mike's amazing with his Fire Rescue skills and all his dive skills and his willingness to accept that maybe one day when he was twice his age he'd look as happily tired as I did.
What a day!  I was out of my gear and shaking hands with Mike before heading back to Burnaby for the excited reuniting with Gilbert who had guarded the home while I was away.
I'm that much fitter and a whole lot less anxious.  A lot of of the tiredness is fear. I was admittedly a little concerned about testing new gear at 100 feet.  My friend Tom told me that parachute packers are required to use the parachutes every 100 packings to maintain the high standards there. I knew I was going to be a guinea pig for my gear and I don't like being a guinea pig.  Once I was under water swimming alongside Mike I was in the heaven that scuba diving is. It's so exhilarating to be weightless and moving along in this underwater paradise with fish looking me right in the eye inches away from my face mask.  I love it.  Another dive.  And I'm even getting used to the dry suit. It's a whole lot better in the tropics but then my friend who skied in a bikini once said that was her favourite day snow skiing on the mountain.  I'll wear socks the next time because I didn't even like having cold feet, physically.  The felt suit I wore inside the dry suit kept the rest of me totally warm but I have to remember some thermal socks for inside the boots.  No water gets in the whole outfit.  Amazing.  Once I was stripped down I just got into my street clothing.  I like that a whole lot better than the neoprene suit I had before.
A great dive. Thank you Mike.  Thank you Rowand Reef, Granville Island, Vancouver.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Scuba Diving in the University Aquatic Centre

Hauling tanks and gear
From truck in rain
Down stairs through doors
To where scant clad
Bright eyed youth frolic
In water.
Instruction in suits by side of pool
Jason and Michelle our teachers this night.
Technology and fabric, zipper care
Signalling emergencies underwater
Then suiting up.
I'm little a little kid with snow suit
Can't get the feet down in boots
Struggle to pull bag over my fat ass
Feel michelin man for a bit
Then ecstatic when finally zipper closed.
I'm ready.
To don already assembled tank
And Hubb BCG and regulator.
It is heavy.
I'm ready.
Pick up mask and snorkel and fins
And waddle to side of pool
Inflate BCG a bit,
Right hand on face and regulator
Left hand on weight belt
Step off in faith
Falling into water.
I float beautifully.
Proud of myself.
Till it's apparent I've forgot my weight belt.
I won't descend.
Minutes to figure out the problem.
Out of the pool
Out of fins and Hubb,
Find my weight belt.
It's heavy.
Don this, then the Hubb and fins.
Step off into the air and hit water
Float. Ah.
I descend.
The 13 year kid, Charley
Keeps flying in circles
somersaulting and generally being amazing.
The other half dozen 30 year olds are gathered
On the bottom on their knees
Observing jason.
Michelle is often flashing the okay sign at me
I'm the old man.
I look up and see bikinis flashing by overhead.
Life isn't so bad.
I'm bobbing up and down
Putting air in my suit
It's too much. I rise to the top.
Let out air, sink to the bottom.
It's supposed to be a few inches
Whereas I'm travelling up and down
Like an elevator.
Finally, finally, finally
I'm hovering.
I've got the hang of the latest generation dry suit
Breathing softly float inches above the floor
Kicking gently move stealth like
Below the bikinis passing over head.
I know they are there but I'm focusing
On buoyancy and breathing
Then am doing somersaults like Charley
Then I'm good. Really good.
The suit and BCG work for me.
I'm ready for the sea.
I will soon again be amongst shark and octupi
Swimming with fish and turtles.
I free myself from Hubb at weights at poolside
Climb out of water
Can't for the life of me get out of the suit
Feet stuck in boots
Eventually free myself
Fleece untangles
I'm in a bathing suit with a pile of equipmment
All around me. I hose it off.
Go to shower room
Quickly shower, dress wet,
I forgot my towel
Haul equipment through doors upstairs
In rain, across road and parking lot to truck
It's been a couple of hours
Who would guess.
The gang high fived each other as we left
One girl so pleased she could finally
Put on her mask under water and clear air
I'm pleased with my new suit
Understanding the valves
My reconditioned HUBB restored seals
Look forward to the sea
But driving home
Hungry tired
Good tired.
Scuba diving
is easy underwater
Like flying
Gliding really.
It's just the getting there and back
That's all the exercise
And I've seen no fat scuba divers
Fewer are older
But what fun it was
To get out to the University Aquatic Centre
And prepare to return to the sea.






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Saturday, March 23, 2013

Whitecliff Marine Park


I did some of my scuba diving training here at Whitecliff Marine Park. I remember most the night dive, being startled by the friendly alien seal while looking at the wonder of the phosphorescent shrimp on the sea floor. It was here too that I had to mark and swim a search grid during the day.
I've had a hankering to dive here again. I've had my BCG serviced and heard I can pick it up tomorrow. I'll do a swimming pool dive to check out my dry suit, weights, buoyancy and the serviced Octopus BCG. After that I'm hoping to get out for a dive at Whitecliff.
It's a beautiful spot. Gilbert and I drove up on the Honda CRF 250 motorcycle. I've only put 332 km on it since I bought it. He enjoyed the walk through the park to the beach but was a little miffed that no dogs were allowed down there. Otherwise it was a fine destination for a sunny March Saturday in West Vancouver.
















Saturday, February 23, 2013

Rowand's Reef Scuba Shop

I love Rowand's Reef Scuba Shop (1512 Duranleau St. Vancouver, BC) www.rowandsreef.com
I did my PADI Open Water Basic in Cancun Mexico. It was a great way to start. I was able to do the course work then get the certification the week I was there attending a course. That was years ago.
Back in Vancouver, hooked now on Scuba Diving, I visitted Rowand's Reef Scuba Shop. This is where I did my PADI Advanced and Rescue Dive Training. I loved the courses. I loved the instructors. The equipment recommended turned out to be the best in the industry, thereafter admired whereever I dove, and yet surprisingly at incredibly competitive prices.
My favourite memory is first night diving off White Cliff. Suddenly a friendly seal joined our group. We'd just been looking at the amazing phosphorescent shrimp along the bottom. Then this alien phosphorescent fast moving creature appeared. Well, lets just say I've watched too much Star Trek. The playful creature soon became apparent as of this earth and dimension but for a moment there 50 feet beneath the surface of the sea I had my doubts.
Thanks to Rowand's I had the perfect equipment and training for the years I was in Saipan. Willi Gutowski and I would go diving dozens of times in the famous Grotto Cave diving, drift diving with sharks and open water diving with dive boats. I still remember the time we dove at a hundred feet and looked over the Mariana Fault going down forever. The wreck diving shot down planes from WWII was especially enjoyable.
A sinusitis infection put me out of diving for a couple of years but the last two years I've been diving again in the southern waters so was keen to get back to cold water diving with dry suits. It's a little bulky getting dressed and into the water but once under it's just as much joy as southern diving.
I always feel like I'm in an aquarium looking at the fish close up. Then there's always those moments when I'm James Bond. I did grow up in the era where it was Bond that did all the things that now pass as every day 'adventure'. Sean Connery was our hero as boys and no better advertisement for scuba diving than him and his beautiful ladies. More often than not I feel like I'm in outer space. Nothing like floating underwater , feeling weightless, kicking just a little then looking about and seeing the others at different depths than to have a sense of what it must be in outer space. I 'd like to be on a Mars Mission but for now I'll enjoy a poor man's substitute.
I'm thankful to Rowand's for all the great advice and assistance.
I just swam 10 lengths at the Vancouver Olympic Pool. I learned at Rowand's that that was the minimum required for advanced scuba. I might be slower than years past but still feel pretty good about being in the game. Now to check out my equipment, especially equalizing with a dry suit, and I'll be out in the open water again. Can't wait. Talked to three young people signing up for their basic course. Beautiful people. The young man was so happy showing me his 'first snorkel". What a world awaits him. I remember the thrill of swimming with turtles and the excitement of swimming with sharks. All of that's ahead of them. Most of all I'm glad they're starting out at Rowand's. With years of experience and joy in diving I'm so thankful for the great care, equipment and PADI training I received there. I just have to get the new goggles with prescription lens to assist reading my computers. They accomodate bifocal prescriptions, the lower half for close up and the up part for distance.


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Sunday, January 27, 2013

Cenote Chac Mool, Mexico, January 2013, Cave Diving

Cenote Chac Mool
Lois Gerardo Bonilla Cepeda
gbonilac@gmail.com
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I love scuba diving and have advanced and rescue PADI. I started my dive master course but sinusitis interrupted that.  Having once dove every couple of weeks I'm now lucky if I dive every year so make a point of going alone with an experienced divemaster.  It had been almost a year since I dived last so was absolutely delighted to dive with Luis Gerardo Bonilla Cepeda. I'm 60.  Geraldo dives with all ages, has been cave diving for 10 years, has lots of older divers, his oldest being 84. I've cave dived before in great deep ocean caverns down tunnels accompanied by sharks. Chac Mool is a whole lot nicer with lots of the grandeur and thankfully no sharks.  It's all stalagmites and fascinating Yucatan Peninsula geology. Relatively shallow dives in fresh water and friendly catfish. Incredible views. We started out in a shallow pool, almost like having a pool dive before the main dive. When I gave the o sign I was okay we descended deeper into first the open cave with just a little canopy effect. Incredible. The second dive was the  the Chac Mool, each cave having it's own Mayan name. This was a great second dive. It's real enclosed cave diving but no great distance. We went down through a passage following the rope and then came up in a large air pocket with light coming down from above along the roots of trees. The great tree roots were simply too remarkable. I'd never had this experience, coming up into a cave above the water. We talked about ecology and the Mayans and all sorts of thing before dropping down again to explore more of the incredible stalagmites. A group of divers were following along behind us so though we doddled we couldn't stay in the air pocket for ever.    What a tremendous experience though. I'd recommend this dive with Gerardo to anyone. I was also delighted with the pictures an underwater cameraman (Ivan Ayala Palacios - triton.prod@live.com NACD#170) took and sold to me later. These a some of the many he took. There were also movies and a gallery with maps of the caves.
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