Labor Day at Folly Cove – September 4, 2006

Morning dawned upon us with a prospect of hope.  Was that the sun?  Woohoo!

Although it was still blowing, the direction was now from the west southwest.  Too bumpy to go south, might be choppy going north.   I know!  Folly Cove!

We boarded Jim Castelli and Trisha, Bill Low, Deb Greenhalgh, and Laurent Dubois for a trip to look for the calmest, clearest water I could find on the cape after three days of Hurricane Ernesto.  We were also at the deadline for lobsters for Pete’s Labor Day Cookout.   Talk about pressure.

The first site was between the wall and Folly Point in 58′ of water.  I sank to the bottom under the boat and raised a cloud of silty dust as I landed.  The water was warm on the surface, 61 degrees, and cooler on the bottom, 51 degrees.  Visibility was stirred up and only about 10 feet.  Fish were everywhere and very friendly.  I think they get used to divers breaking open sea urchins to feed them by this time of the year.  They expect to be fed and hover in anticipation. 

Videoing anything would probably be a waste of electricity and effort, so I just cruised along and watched for critters.

Saw herds of sea stars.  Maybe I should call them constellations of sea stars.  They were on the top or side of rocks and massed thickly.  We call it “gathering in groups.” 

Saw divers from a sailboat trailing a long white line with a hook on the end.  Maybe it had held their dive flag? 

Deb and I buddied for the second dive.  We set the anchor in front of the restaurant across the cove from the wall.  The depth was 35′ and the visibility was considerably better at about 15-20′.  It was still 61 degrees on the surface.

There were lots of red and white floats huddled against the breakwall that could have been from a net or from individual lobster pots tended by the restaurant workers.

We planned to look for anemones for Deb and some shots of her with her video camera for me.  We only found scarlet psoluses, but I got some great images of her with cunners hanging around the camera.  Their fearlessness is fun to watch as they ooch closer and closer to the lens.  Then she exhales and they all scatter.  I hope she got some footage of their snouts with snaggly teeth looking in.

The wind picked up as we surfaced and it was a bouncy ride back to the mouth of the Annisquam.

Pete’s cookout was a feast, as usual.

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