Second night at Yellow House. Today’s theme was all
about freezing my ass off. I’m really not a cold weather guy and this
weekend is proving it. First, I froze my ass off last night in the
basement. Now I know why, I only have a flimsy little blanket to sleep
with. Live and learn I guess, tonight I’m wearing more that just shorts
and t shirt to bed.
The dive part of the day was fairly discouraging but at the same time,
I can say that I dove in
50 degree water with just a wet suit on. How
many people can say that they have done that? Mind you, I was
completely miserable while in the water, but I persevered nonetheless.
On the first dive, my mask kept filling with water and I would
constantly have to stop and purge it. I also struggled to keep neutral
buoyancy throughout a lot of the dive. I really shouldn’t feel so bad
about that, it’s one of the skills hardest to master. Towards the end
of the dive, I started ascending away from my dive buddy Dan. I tried
venting air out of my
BCD (Buoyancy Control Device) but no matter what
I tried to do, I was gonna surface. I remember thinking, “Come on, come
on sink you son of a bitch!”, on my way up to the surface. When I hit
the top, I just yelled out one word. “Motherfucker!” At that point, I
decided not to try to go down and look for Dan and the Billy the
instructor. Apparently, something in the
PADI manual stuck and I did
what it said, “if you get lost, surface and reunite there”, and that’s
exactly what happened.
We all went down again and shortly afterwards Dan and I lost sight of
Billy (which is pretty easy to do in the silt filled water of
Hoodcanal). We agreed on surfacing and this time, I had the hardest
time trying to get to the surface…figures. Apparently, I vented out
all of the air out of the
BCD too early and I was just like a rock. You
aren’t really supposed to inflate your
BCD as you surface, in fact,
you’re supposed to do the opposite so you can have a controlled ascent.
For a second, I started to get concerned but I added a few puffs of air
to the
BCD and I S-L-O-W-L-Y started to ascend.
After the first dive was over, and I was stowing the empty tank one of
the divers that was there asked me “Did you dive with that tank?”, to
which I responded “Yea, why?” He smiled at me and asked, “How do you
feel?” Hrrm. That seemed like a strange question. Other than being
cold, I felt fine. I asked why he wanted to know and he said, “That’s a
nitrox tank, I’m sure you feel great.” Apparently when I was getting my
gear together, Nicole, one of the scuba instructors there handed me a
nitrox tank. To her credit, it wasn’t really marked as such so there
was no outward way of telling. Why does this matter? Well, nitrox, also
known as enriched air or enriched air nitrox, has a higher percentage
of oxygen in it than normal compressed air (which has about 21%
oxygen). Because of this, nitrox diving requires special training to
use it. Felt the same to me.
By the time the second dive rolled around (after lunch) I was dreading
getting back in the frigid water. I don’t know how I managed to do it ,
but I got in and finished all of my Open Water Certification skills and
then got out of the water. I took the written final exam for the Open
Water Certification later that day and passed only missing 6. I’ve asked to borrow a
dry suit for the dives tomorrow. I don’t think that I can get into the
polar-like water tomorrow with just that wet suit on.