That said...day #1 was an epic FAIL.
We had hoped to get in two dives but ended up with zero. I didn't take any Dramamine...per my scuba instructor's warning...and ended up sicker than I was when I went fishing waaaay out in the Gulf of Mexico. I felt terrible. When we anchored Steve (our instructor) wanted to get me in the water right away because that helps seasickness. It takes awhile to get suited up when you feel sick, but eventually I was dressed and ready to get in the water. And in the water I went! And then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. My mask was fogged so I couldn't see anything that was happening on the boat and the surf was whipping the tag line (and me with it) in the water so much that I couldn't defog it. As it turns out, the holdup was due to our instructor's zipper breaking on his wetsuit. Eventually he joined us in the ocean, broken zipper and all.
After a few attempts at descending (I was just nervous and Chris was having mask and hood issues) I told Steve I wanted out of the water. I'd rushed to get into the water and then spent way too much time bobbing around in rough surf. Despite all my training and practice in the pool, I was rattled. So we got back on the boat (where I was stillll seasick) and went back to the marina.
We did a lot of things differently on Sunday. I took Dramamine at 9:00 a.m. We went back to the dive shop where Chris got a smaller hood and I got a much smaller wetsuit (my farmer john had been way too big the day before). The seas were a bit calmer as well. I felt 100 times better than I had the day before.
On Saturday, it was just our instructor Steve, Chris and me, and Jose, a former student of Steve's. On Sunday, the four of us were back along with Capt. Noel and another student Gary, who was getting certified to be on the police department's diving rescue team. This worked out really well because Noel stayed on the boat, Steve took me and Gary, and Jose and Chris (the already certified divers) were able to go off on their own.
|Lots of tanks!|
We did our first dive at the site of an old wreck that was in about 25 feet of water, our second in a clam bed about 20 feet deep. Chris and I weren't diving together, but we both saw a TON of starfish, he saw a huge crab, and later collected a bagful of clams. We're not sure if taking clams is entirely legal, but he's cooking them on the grill right now so it's a bit too late to worry about that!
|Jose and Chris with their contraband clams!|
|Thanks, Captain Steve! Here he is in his dry suit (since the zipper on his wetsuit broke the day before.)|