Even Gorgeous-er

Yup. Wouldn’t have thought it possible, but it was warm, breezy, and just a little more humid this morning as we had our DD breakfast overlooking Magnolia Harbor. But there was fog. There were banks of it that drifted in and completely obscured Kettle Island. That was not a good sign for going south. So we didn’t.

The customers wanted good visibility for videoing, lots of potential lobsters for catching and Catie Childress needed relatively shallow and sheltered conditions for her gaining-experience dives. Her father, Tom Childress, was going to be easy to please. Linda G. and Myanna were not picky either. LD would go anywhere. The crew was Veronica, Pat, Pete, and me with The Captain at the ready.

We filled up with diesel at $3.50 per gallon so we could go anywhere we thought would be good. I picked Thacher Island’s dead light. But, due to the fog, we had to go there via the long route up the Annisquam River, over the top by Sandy Bay and Rockport Harbor, and then through the cut at Straitsmouth Island and over to the island. It was a long ride and we didn’t get into the water until 11:15 AM, having left the marina at 9:30 AM.

The water was a lot colder here than it had been yesterday at Folly Cove. Pete registered 63 degrees at the thermocline at 25 feet and 58 degrees below that at 45 feet. Visibility wasn’t bad at about 15-20 feet, even in the shallows. Pat, Linda, Myanna, and I were all diving wet in our Mares semi-dry suits and we felt the cold immediately upon jumping in. There were high pitched squeals coming from Pat’s regulator as she waited on the down line for her buddy. Catie didn’t seem to mind the cold water, even though she was diving wet too. We figured kids don’t have many sensitive nerve endings developed yet and that’s why.

The second dive was at Fisherman’s Canyon near Cathedral Rocks. Here the water was a little warmer at 64 degrees above the thermocline, but the same temperature, 58 degrees, below it. The tide was coming in and bringing colder water with it. I understand that Pete and Catie liberated some trapped fish from an abandoned lobster trap. I think there was a sculpin, a flounder and a “mean yellow fish.” Veronica was enthusiastically in support of this effort, because she’s been known to do the same thing. Fish-huggers of the world, unite.

We swam through cuts with huge boulders and canyons that were much more kelp-covered than they have been in the past. Lobsters used the screen to their advantage and no one caught any at this site. But there was good video-quality visibility of about 10-15 feet and lots of stuff to shoot.

Our trip home was back the way we’d come because the wind was picking up. Off Lanesville Shores, we found full sun and took the wind abeam. Not too much splashing and riding behind the windscreen gave Pat a chance to warm up. This may be the last weekend we dive wet.

Like Veronica says, it was close to being the last chocolate chip cookie in the cookie jar.

We need to savor every crumb.

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