October diving
October/24/2008
My
exit was premature. I returned to Loreto for
another dozen dives and these
were truly some of the most memorable I have ever had. My last dive was
October 8th, the day after my 61st birthday, and lasted 72-minutes maximum
depth of 68 feet in 84 degree water. I dive without a wet suit now.
Another instance of swimming with pilot whales, this time three of them came
within 6 feet of me. Exhilarating beyond belief. More playing with sea lions,
diving up the vortex of schools of barracudas and surgeons. The surgeons -
hundreds of them - circled around my head for several minutes and even
followed me as I moved to more fallow ground. I joined a school of goatfish
who simply made room for me among their chain so all I could see through my
mask was dozens of yellow fins wiggling in front of my face.
Had several episodes with turtles. laying behind one from a distance of 8-feet
for two-minutes until his wariness got the better of him and he took off. I
know better now not to follow.
Diving the wreck of the tuna boat in poor visibility, was delighted to see a
school of jacks materialize out of nowhere and veer off suddenly as they
approached my mask. Their silver skin shimmied in the cloudy light.
The Sea of Cortez is such a treasure.
were truly some of the most memorable I have ever had. My last dive was
October 8th, the day after my 61st birthday, and lasted 72-minutes maximum
depth of 68 feet in 84 degree water. I dive without a wet suit now.
Another instance of swimming with pilot whales, this time three of them came
within 6 feet of me. Exhilarating beyond belief. More playing with sea lions,
diving up the vortex of schools of barracudas and surgeons. The surgeons -
hundreds of them - circled around my head for several minutes and even
followed me as I moved to more fallow ground. I joined a school of goatfish
who simply made room for me among their chain so all I could see through my
mask was dozens of yellow fins wiggling in front of my face.
Had several episodes with turtles. laying behind one from a distance of 8-feet
for two-minutes until his wariness got the better of him and he took off. I
know better now not to follow.
Diving the wreck of the tuna boat in poor visibility, was delighted to see a
school of jacks materialize out of nowhere and veer off suddenly as they
approached my mask. Their silver skin shimmied in the cloudy light.
The Sea of Cortez is such a treasure.