Visibility wasn't much that day, I must admit. First, the dive company cancelled on us, and then they called back with a possible dive up in Lahaina . . . but we needed to leave immediately. Keith and I had already begun the transition from boat-dive to leisurely lunch and an afternoon shore dive of our choice.Still, we jumped in the rental car and headed north. Glad we did. Visibility was poor, as you can see here, but we had a fine time at a new place for us. While we used our tanks, spearfishermen kept slipping down and sliding around us, haunting the ruins of the pier, hunting for dinner. It was distinct fun to watch the breath-hold diving from the bottom.
We also found at least one, perhaps two, frogfish. Now, those are cool creatures.
That's my pal Keith at the lower right.
Do you see the turtle?
Good dive; good memories.
Now, I need to go out and make more memories for the two of us.
P.S. I know that's not much of a shot, but Keith's in it, and there won't be anymore of those photos. Still, I have caught the wonderfully limited visibility. And that's something that a NorCal diver never takes for granted, though purists would probably scoff at diving in these conditions.
Good dive; good memories.
Now, I need to go out and make more memories for the two of us.
P.S. I know that's not much of a shot, but Keith's in it, and there won't be anymore of those photos. Still, I have caught the wonderfully limited visibility. And that's something that a NorCal diver never takes for granted, though purists would probably scoff at diving in these conditions.
