Todays Date 2/4/2007
Total Dives 203
Dives YTD 2
Projected Year End Total 20
Max Depth 89
Max Dive Time 40
Total Dive Time 75
Average Dive Time 37.5
Sunday, February 04, 2007
LOST IN COVE 2
February 3, 2007
89 FEET FOR 35 MINUTES
We both got to cove 2 parking lot around 1015am, typical February day in Seattle I guess. Cloudy, chilly with rain in the forecast. It has been a couple weeks (almost a month) since our last dive and we are trailing behind target for our yearly goal of 100 logged dive. Too my shock Jim wanted to do 2 dives today and I reluctantly agreed. We have the 80s fresh back from hydro and loaded with EAN 40 that need to get empty before we head up to Nanaimo next week. My only catch was I had to be somewhere before 1 to pick something up. Both of us got geared up fairly quickly. Loading on all my equipment I felt a little awkward; rusty after not even 4 weeks. Somehow both of us managed to gear up and get in the water. We elected to follow our standard cove 2 dive plan, swim to the ‘safety rope’, follow to third buoy and head over to the I beam buoy under water. We have done it several times. Tanks weighed in at about 2000 lbs each; so just a quick deeper dive, then longer shallower dive on the 80s was the unheralded 2 dive plan.
We reached the familiar third buoy anchor and headed off in the direction of the I-beam anchor. For the record I never looked at my compass, don’t know if Jim did, but for a while I recognized the seafloor landscape. After a bit we got to a strange rope, initially I took it to be the guideline to the I-beam, so followed it. In my semi narced mind (about 65 feet and cold I think) it slowly dawned on me that the terrain looked very different from the “regular” guideline to the I-beams. As I pushed thoughts of sea monsters out of my mind we pushed on. About 85 feet Jim signaled to me to hold and we had a quick conference. My conclusion was that this was a newly planted rope that quickly been covered with sea life in 3.5 weeks. No idea what Jim was saying, but we turned and followed the rope back to our starting point.
From the starting point we went back to the “third anchor”, again no need for Captain Carl to look at his compass. The terrain began to look very unfamiliar and as we reached about 30-40 feet we found ourselves under the fishing dock. That area is off limits in the summer due to the water taxi, and should be avoided anyway due to the fishing line at the bottom that risks entanglement. We headed back in the direction of our entry point and logged in our 3 minute safety stop. We surfaced in the far corner of cove 2. We must have covered the whole darn cove. My conclusion was that we had not actually got lost, but simply hit an underwater worm hole that transported us around unbeknownst to us both. There just is no other logical explanation of how we could have been so misguided.
The second dive didn’t happen; I had to go pick up the package before the shop closed.
89 FEET FOR 35 MINUTES
We both got to cove 2 parking lot around 1015am, typical February day in Seattle I guess. Cloudy, chilly with rain in the forecast. It has been a couple weeks (almost a month) since our last dive and we are trailing behind target for our yearly goal of 100 logged dive. Too my shock Jim wanted to do 2 dives today and I reluctantly agreed. We have the 80s fresh back from hydro and loaded with EAN 40 that need to get empty before we head up to Nanaimo next week. My only catch was I had to be somewhere before 1 to pick something up. Both of us got geared up fairly quickly. Loading on all my equipment I felt a little awkward; rusty after not even 4 weeks. Somehow both of us managed to gear up and get in the water. We elected to follow our standard cove 2 dive plan, swim to the ‘safety rope’, follow to third buoy and head over to the I beam buoy under water. We have done it several times. Tanks weighed in at about 2000 lbs each; so just a quick deeper dive, then longer shallower dive on the 80s was the unheralded 2 dive plan.
We reached the familiar third buoy anchor and headed off in the direction of the I-beam anchor. For the record I never looked at my compass, don’t know if Jim did, but for a while I recognized the seafloor landscape. After a bit we got to a strange rope, initially I took it to be the guideline to the I-beam, so followed it. In my semi narced mind (about 65 feet and cold I think) it slowly dawned on me that the terrain looked very different from the “regular” guideline to the I-beams. As I pushed thoughts of sea monsters out of my mind we pushed on. About 85 feet Jim signaled to me to hold and we had a quick conference. My conclusion was that this was a newly planted rope that quickly been covered with sea life in 3.5 weeks. No idea what Jim was saying, but we turned and followed the rope back to our starting point.
From the starting point we went back to the “third anchor”, again no need for Captain Carl to look at his compass. The terrain began to look very unfamiliar and as we reached about 30-40 feet we found ourselves under the fishing dock. That area is off limits in the summer due to the water taxi, and should be avoided anyway due to the fishing line at the bottom that risks entanglement. We headed back in the direction of our entry point and logged in our 3 minute safety stop. We surfaced in the far corner of cove 2. We must have covered the whole darn cove. My conclusion was that we had not actually got lost, but simply hit an underwater worm hole that transported us around unbeknownst to us both. There just is no other logical explanation of how we could have been so misguided.
The second dive didn’t happen; I had to go pick up the package before the shop closed.
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