Hot, Hot, Hot

and sweaty.  The sun was high and there was not enough breeze to keep the green head flies from biting.  July was in full force.  Jacki K. asked for Cathedral Rocks so we took her and Andy, Laurent, Richard Brandolini, John and Mike up the north side of the cape.

Surgy conditions on the south shore from the remnants of Hurricane Bertha were repeated, but slightly diminished as we anchored just off shore of “the sofa” at Cathedral Rocks.  There were low rollers and a disturbed surface and not enough wind to have us lie tight against the anchor.  So we swung and bounced and sweated as we got suited up.

I’m wearing my Mares semi-dry suit these days because the thought of getting into my dry suit is not appealing.  But the Mares is tight and I needed Peter and Laurent to bounce me into it even though I’d soaped up to make it slip on easily.  Once it’s on, however, I’m very comfortable and warm.

Pete said it had be 51 degrees at 50 feet and 54 degrees on the surface.  Chilly.  He saw large flounders, tightly closed anemones, and a bottom current running strongly.  Strange to have that at Cathedral.  I think it was related to the high tide we were seeing from the full moon.

The second site wasn’t clear until I rounded the corner at Halibut Point.  The surges were still coming around the point and breaking on Folly Point.  Not good.  A little further on, however, it looked OK at the Cemetery along Lanesville shores.  I anchored in 25 feet and everyone was quick to get wet again.

This time, I went with the student, Mike, for exercises with his rented BC.  He did just fine.  Then we went for a scenic swim and saw an eel pout, several flounder that let us pet their tails, a skate, and a school of little coppery-colored fish that swam in front of us.  We went through a thermocline at about 15 feet and noticed a current running north along the shore.  The tide had turned.  It was 54 degrees at 45 feet.  Visibility varied according to whether you were below or above the thermocline – 20 feet below it and 10-15 feet above it.

As we boarded the boat, Laurent returned with a large, but still legal, lobster that both he and Pete had wrestled with for most of the dive.  There was triumph and hoo-hahs and all that.

The ride home was hot and slow because we were running against a strong outgoing tidal current.  Yet, we had fun and were glad there was no fog.

Thanks to Andy, there were blueberry-filled Polish pasteries. 

Yum.

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