I had the good fortune of being able to dive, for the first time, with a fellow SB'er last week. (Thanks, SB!). Ed Hatfield and I met up last week for an ocean dive to get started, and then a couple of days later, a cenote dive.
As luck would have it, the day we arranged for a cenote dive was just Ed and I and my usual cave partner (and cenote guide), and no one else. So... pick the destination! So we suggest to Ed, how about "The Pit", and then Mystic River?...
So.. if you have been there, you know what comes next. Past Dos Ojos, on the worst road imaginable, and look for the tree that marks the hike in to The Pit. As we are driving in, feels like what it must be like to be a passenger in the Mars Rover, Ed's grin is getting bigger and bigger, and so is mine. I say to Ed - this is "Indiana Jones" day - just you wait!
We park, more or less, and get out to suss out the situation. Ed grabs his camera and says, "no one is going to believe this!". And he hasn't seen the dive site yet. So, we hike in to the cenote. Thing is, once you get there, it's actually too high to even jump with your gear - so you have to bring it in, take it off, lower it on the rope and pulley, then either climb down the sheer sides holding on to roots and rocks (like 25 feet or so? please forgive if exaggerating!) or jump in with a whooping yell (which is way more fun) and your mask and fins. So after hiking in, then out, then back in with a great deal of tanks and neoprene and jungle heat, the boys lower the gear, I catch it, they whoop and yell and jump in, and we get kitted up in the water, and do a fabulous dive.
And then... you have to get out. And so Dario and Ed climb up, I am floating in the cenote putting the ropes on the gear, and they are hauling it all out, one piece at a time. It is quite possibly the most effort you can put into a recreational dive I have ever seen. Oh, and then you put your gear back on, and hike back out...
And here is the point that I am getting to in a very roundabout fashion....
At the end, having humped my doubles back on to carry them out, I look at Ed, and I say...
"WHO GETS TO DO THIS!?" And he looks at me, and I have forgotten what he actually said, but I am sure he will post a trip report soon.
Second dive, short version, 15 foot ladder down (and, of course, up - later) through a hole you barely fit through, and an incredible blind cave fish sighting.
Here's the point of my rambling story.... I woke up the next day, STILL, with a grin on my face, thinking about what an amazing thing it is to do this... so my story is not about what a goofy noob I once was, it is about what a goofy noob I hope to be every day I get to dive.