The sad thing is, 9/10 friends I've had over the years will drop $100-$200 over a weekend on a liver killing "college experience". Well maybe not the hot ones, they spend it on clothes and get the drinks for free. Most of it comes out of credit cards and student loans, but every once in a while they have rich parents. And to those who claim the coastal influence - I know more die-hard young divers who live inland than on the coast. Most of the coasties take up surfing or, again, drinking themselves into oblivion. I always had a buddy when I lived in AZ, and nobody would bat an eyelash to a 2 hour drive. Here in N. FL - my first non-solo dive will be tomorrow, as part of a class I'm paying for.
Perhaps the problem is that we think of diving as this grand, luxurious escape to some far away tropical destination - surrounded by beautiful fish underwater and topside we'll be greeted by lavish, barely clothed island dwellers bringing us endless margaritas in a golden chalice.
OF COURSE YOUNG PEOPLE WON'T BUY INTO THIS!
Diving to me used to be waking up at 5AM - load the truck, pick up the buddy, drive 2 hours, sweat our asses off gearing up, freeze our asses off in 5' viz, rinse and repeat 2-3 times, chat about the dives over a burger & fries, and stay awake long enough to rinse our gear after the 2 hour drive home. And you know what, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world because it was a labor of love - and all I looked forward to after a week of work and school. The cost? Hell, so long as I could still afford ramen noodles, it was alright with me. I still averaged about $20 a dive, including the burger.