soltari675
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I went diving to a large quarry last Saturday. I was with a new group I never met, but had a lot of fun. My buddies were another diver just visiting the area and an experienced diver working on his DM certification. I believe he just has to lead a few dives now to finish. The group also had a couple classes going, OW and AOW. It was over 100 degrees that day, so needless to say, being underwater where below the thermocline was around 58 degrees was a priority.
If anyone has read my posts before I am a pretty confident diver. I don't panic easy. I am very focused on my buoyancy, breathing, etc. I can't get enough of diving. Every chance I get to be in the water I am there. This day was odd for me though.
The first dive was good. The water was very clear and blue. Impressive for a quarry. Vis was easily 30+ feet. The quarry owners have run heavy line between underwater attractions in some places, making it easier to find and see more things during a dive. I found it odd that the other visiting diver often used the line to pull himself along and maintain depth. The DM commented once that he thought it was impressive I never used the ropes and swam next to them on my own. He said I would use less air if I used the line instead of just swam. (my consumption rate based on my computer was averaging 0.78 which I think is ok?) I also found that odd. I thought the idea was not to use other stuff to move alone. But despite this we had a great dive. Saw stuff, came up happy near the dock. All was good.
The second dive is where my problems happened. We did a longer than usual surface swim to where we wanted to descend. Again, it was over 100 and because of the temperature below the thermocline I had a 5mm, hood, and gloves. But we got there and descended. All was good. I was letting cold water into the suit to cool off faster and I was fine. But then we get lost. We're following the soon to be DM and it becomes clear all we are seeing is the bottom of the quarry. No problem. After a while though I start freaking out a bit. No reason. Just a feeling that we needed to be elsewhere. We are at 80 feet, so I decide it is possibly narcosis. I motion to everyone to ascend and see where we are. After 20 minutes, it's clear we have no idea where we are. I saw the same underwater shack three times. We begin a slow ascent, and at 20 feet the feeling hasn't gone away. I am still at the edge of panic. At 15 feet we stop for a safety stop. My brain is telling me to surface. That stopping is a horrible idea. But I focused. Made sure my breathing was normal. Checked my regulator to make sure I have it set to dive so I am getting plenty of air. I think about each piece of equipment and assuring myself that all of it is working fine so I am in no danger, and manage to keep myself hovering at 15 feet and then slowly ascend.
We find ourselves a long ways from the shore and way off from where we intended. The DM isn't comfortable descending again, so it's a loooong surface swim. Again, very hot. We did descend to 15 feet about half way back to make the swim easier, but after 2 minutes, the DM came back up and didn't want to do it again. I was done for the day after that.
The strangest thing to me was the panic. Can't quite figure it out. Even thinking it over I can't think of anything that would have made me panic. Nothing was wrong safety wise. I had plenty of air and gear was working perfect. Any outside opinions?
If anyone has read my posts before I am a pretty confident diver. I don't panic easy. I am very focused on my buoyancy, breathing, etc. I can't get enough of diving. Every chance I get to be in the water I am there. This day was odd for me though.
The first dive was good. The water was very clear and blue. Impressive for a quarry. Vis was easily 30+ feet. The quarry owners have run heavy line between underwater attractions in some places, making it easier to find and see more things during a dive. I found it odd that the other visiting diver often used the line to pull himself along and maintain depth. The DM commented once that he thought it was impressive I never used the ropes and swam next to them on my own. He said I would use less air if I used the line instead of just swam. (my consumption rate based on my computer was averaging 0.78 which I think is ok?) I also found that odd. I thought the idea was not to use other stuff to move alone. But despite this we had a great dive. Saw stuff, came up happy near the dock. All was good.
The second dive is where my problems happened. We did a longer than usual surface swim to where we wanted to descend. Again, it was over 100 and because of the temperature below the thermocline I had a 5mm, hood, and gloves. But we got there and descended. All was good. I was letting cold water into the suit to cool off faster and I was fine. But then we get lost. We're following the soon to be DM and it becomes clear all we are seeing is the bottom of the quarry. No problem. After a while though I start freaking out a bit. No reason. Just a feeling that we needed to be elsewhere. We are at 80 feet, so I decide it is possibly narcosis. I motion to everyone to ascend and see where we are. After 20 minutes, it's clear we have no idea where we are. I saw the same underwater shack three times. We begin a slow ascent, and at 20 feet the feeling hasn't gone away. I am still at the edge of panic. At 15 feet we stop for a safety stop. My brain is telling me to surface. That stopping is a horrible idea. But I focused. Made sure my breathing was normal. Checked my regulator to make sure I have it set to dive so I am getting plenty of air. I think about each piece of equipment and assuring myself that all of it is working fine so I am in no danger, and manage to keep myself hovering at 15 feet and then slowly ascend.
We find ourselves a long ways from the shore and way off from where we intended. The DM isn't comfortable descending again, so it's a loooong surface swim. Again, very hot. We did descend to 15 feet about half way back to make the swim easier, but after 2 minutes, the DM came back up and didn't want to do it again. I was done for the day after that.
The strangest thing to me was the panic. Can't quite figure it out. Even thinking it over I can't think of anything that would have made me panic. Nothing was wrong safety wise. I had plenty of air and gear was working perfect. Any outside opinions?