After my first OW certification, I was anxious to go on my "first" diving trip. It took about a month, but I finally joined up with my LDS and went back to the ocean (I live about 200 miles away from the coast) to just hang out with the other people and do some diving with some of the others in the group. My friend (who had been my instructor) brought his Zodiac and convinced me and another guy to take it out and dive from the boat. It seemed like a pretty good idea at the time... how hard can it be?
We tossed our gear in and headed out. The other guy seemed a little unsure of what we were doing, but he had been a diver for a little while. On our way out (he had me drive the boat) I asked him if he'd ever dove off of a small boat like this before. He said he hadn't. "Hmmmm, this will be interesting" I thought. We were only going out a few hundred yards (within sight of the shore) and were to drop anchor and hop overboard.
All seemed like it was in order and we were almost to our destination when the engine gave out! I looked at him (keep in mind, I was anxious to go diving) and said, "this looks like a good spot!" So we tossed the anchor and went diving.
The dive was absolutely fantastic. I remembered to check which way the current was flowing and we decided to start our dive into the current. Our plan was to head straight into the current, set our compass course, and when we reached the agreed upon pressure, we'd turn around and drift back toward the boat. Simple enough. We droped down the anchor line, set the compasses and away we went.
About ten minutes later, after swimming up current, I noticed another anchor line. As we approached it, I thought to myself, "this looks familiar; it looks just like ours!" Turns out it was. The current was so strong and the visibility was poor enough that we had been pushed backwards (past the anchor) without knowing it. Once we figured what was going on, we decided it'd be best to hang around near the anchor and keep near the boat.
When my buddy got cold, we went up and got in the boat. That was when I tried to fix the engine as he sat there shivering. I couldn't get it to start, so we decided we'd just paddle in. That was about the time we discovered there was only on paddle! D'oh!
So I grabbed my snorkel and mask and the rope and I hopped back in and pulled the boat back in to shore while my buddy helped with the one paddle. Did I mention the kelp bed we had to swim through? Sure enough, the tide was going out when we started the dive so by the time I had to swim the boat back in I had to plow my way through the kelp. It was so foggy out and the visibilty was so bad near the shore that the instructor decided not to hold the class that day. So everyone in the class went back to the cars and nobody came out to help!
Needless to say, we eventually made it in. I was so happy to finally be diving and it seemed so comical that neither one of us really knew what we were doing that it really didn't matter that we were totally loosing style points for swimming the boat back to shore!
Like the saying goes... Even the worst day diving can be better than the best day at work!