Did you plan or are you planning a special dive for those big milestone dives like #50 or 100 or 150 or 300?
For me # 50 was to be a cool dive, I was planning on doing a submarine off of South Carolina, everything was set, so I thought. I showed up in the morning and found the boat but no one was there. There was another group loading up their boat and after watching them for 20 minutes I asked if they had room for one more. Sure was the reply, just grab you equipment and tanks and come over. Damn I thought, I dont have tanks. The night before at the dive shop they asked if I wanted to take the tanks with me or if prefer they would just bring them out in the morning. I opted for the you deliver my tanks in the morning scenario. Thanks for the offer guys, but I dont have any tanks with me I sadly admitted. Another missed opportunity.
It turns out the dive shop just cancelled the trip. They said they tried me at the hotel the evening before with no luck. Duh, they could have left a message!
Dive 100 was similar. I was hoping for a cool dive off of Nova Scotia but ended up doing a 15 dive in 5 feet of vis. My dive buddy was a nice little old lady who was still diving at the age of 78. She asked me if there was going to be any problems if we separate during the dive. So we planned our action if we happened to separate, search for 4 minutes then surface. About 6 minutes into the dive I managed to swim into the largest tangle of fishing line, net, cable and plastic can holders ever assembled on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean. I watched as the green glow of my partners fins disappeared not to be seen for another 45 minutes. I spent the next 5 minutes cutting and trying to unloop the mess from myself. Once I was free, I surfaced to look for my buddy, but after 5 minutes on the surface no sign. I decided to go back down and look around, after about 10 min of searching a grid with no view of my now ex buddy, I came across the jumble of netting and various other snags. I thought I would perform a community service and haul out the monster. Carefully I began my tow back to shore. After getting the pile of crap up on the beach I took a seat on a rock and waited for my ex buddy to emerge. Once she came up and gave me the Okay sign, I took off my fins, mask and BCD so I could go to the water to help her out, at 78 she wasnt able to stand up after a dive with the weight of all the equipment. That was my welcome to Nova Scotia dive!
Dive 150 was perfect, I didnt know it was upcoming so I didnt know to plan anything. It was a spectacular dive in Cenote Dos Oyos near Akumal Mexico. Enough said, it was awesome.
Number 200 is coming up, I am not planning anything, Though it is quite the milestone .
For me # 50 was to be a cool dive, I was planning on doing a submarine off of South Carolina, everything was set, so I thought. I showed up in the morning and found the boat but no one was there. There was another group loading up their boat and after watching them for 20 minutes I asked if they had room for one more. Sure was the reply, just grab you equipment and tanks and come over. Damn I thought, I dont have tanks. The night before at the dive shop they asked if I wanted to take the tanks with me or if prefer they would just bring them out in the morning. I opted for the you deliver my tanks in the morning scenario. Thanks for the offer guys, but I dont have any tanks with me I sadly admitted. Another missed opportunity.
It turns out the dive shop just cancelled the trip. They said they tried me at the hotel the evening before with no luck. Duh, they could have left a message!
Dive 100 was similar. I was hoping for a cool dive off of Nova Scotia but ended up doing a 15 dive in 5 feet of vis. My dive buddy was a nice little old lady who was still diving at the age of 78. She asked me if there was going to be any problems if we separate during the dive. So we planned our action if we happened to separate, search for 4 minutes then surface. About 6 minutes into the dive I managed to swim into the largest tangle of fishing line, net, cable and plastic can holders ever assembled on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean. I watched as the green glow of my partners fins disappeared not to be seen for another 45 minutes. I spent the next 5 minutes cutting and trying to unloop the mess from myself. Once I was free, I surfaced to look for my buddy, but after 5 minutes on the surface no sign. I decided to go back down and look around, after about 10 min of searching a grid with no view of my now ex buddy, I came across the jumble of netting and various other snags. I thought I would perform a community service and haul out the monster. Carefully I began my tow back to shore. After getting the pile of crap up on the beach I took a seat on a rock and waited for my ex buddy to emerge. Once she came up and gave me the Okay sign, I took off my fins, mask and BCD so I could go to the water to help her out, at 78 she wasnt able to stand up after a dive with the weight of all the equipment. That was my welcome to Nova Scotia dive!
Dive 150 was perfect, I didnt know it was upcoming so I didnt know to plan anything. It was a spectacular dive in Cenote Dos Oyos near Akumal Mexico. Enough said, it was awesome.
Number 200 is coming up, I am not planning anything, Though it is quite the milestone .
