Well, the West Point outfall is far enough away from Alki, and the other CSO that was puking was around the point, and Bob had the choice of sitting in his blacked-out house or going diving, so I joined him . . . anything for a dive buddy facing an evening of darkness and boredom.
Vis at Alki was horrible, there is a strong halocline and bad, and I mean bad, vis down to 30 feet (we descended together in the murk with our lights as guides). It gets a bit better below that except for the seals (there must have been five or six tonight). Nonetheless, Bob and I had a wonderful dive, down to Olive's Den, over to the I-Beams, and up to the pilings and the Honey Bear. Saw some squid, some shrimp, and a rat fish or two, and a furry crab in the logs (I think that is what it was, right Bob?).
Cove 2 is starting to feel like home. I got out of the water with a big grin on my face (and some slimy stuff on my dry suit). Perfect way to end a work week.