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Magnolia Rocks
Divers:
Well, since MIT had today off for Veterans Day, I decided to get in my
November dive, which is also when I switch back to a drysuit and check it
out. I went to Magnolia Rocks and found fairly calm conditions, despite a
stiff westerly breeze. Since it's mid-November, I figured that there was
no reason to bring my catch bag along. Conditions were excellent, with
about 40 feet of visibility (honest), barely any surge, and a water
temperature of 9 C (48 F). About 10 minutes into my dive I came across a
keeper out in the open. But since I didn't have my catch bag, I had to
hold him in my hands while also dealing with the dive flag, navigating
with the compass, and adjusting the air in my drysuit. Usually the exit at
Magnolia is kind of rough and requires both hands, but I figured I'd be
okay because of the calm conditions. So I continued on the way out, turned
around at the 20 minute mark, and started heading back. And then I ran
across a bigger keeper, again out in the open. Was this really
mid-November? Anyway, I picked him up and really had my hands full now,
holding on to two lobsters, winding up the flag line, bleeding air out of
my suit, and compassing in. Fortunately the exit was indeed calm, and I
got back on shore without them losing any claws.
Obviously my good luck was due to NOT bringing the catch bag. Maybe I'll
never bring it again!
- Robert G
SNL and Paddock Rock
Divers:
Pictures:
Despite the loss of three crew members to the flu, we convened at
7:30 at Cape Ann Marina to board the friendly Daybreak. After an
uneventful ride in perfectly calm seas, we arrived at our
destination. Sadly, the visibility at Saturday Night Ledge was next
to nothing. My last two dives Ihere were in unbelievably clearer
water. Unfortunately, both had been training dives so I hadn't had a
chance to explore much of the alluring trench. Since Peter had the
all powerful mother-of-all-lights and a matching mega-reel in his
hands, I concentrated on not loosing him from sight. It took Peter a
while to find the trench. I did stop briefly to take a picture of a
sea star hugging a sponge, but being worried about loosing my one
light in the darkness, I left it alone with only a single shot (it
normally takes 2-3 shots to get the right exposure in fully manual
mode). We aborted the tour after Peter's reel jammed tight. On the
way back I came across a lost reel which I obligingly reclaimed.
Overall, this could have been an appropriately spooky Halloween dive.
The visibility at Paddock Rock was vastly superior to Saturday Night
Ledge. Peter and I did a 20 minute lobstering tour and then we split.
I took my time exploring the trench just south of the mooring line.
Being mesmerized by the joy of the trench, I swam until I came across
a brilliantly yellow sea raven resting on the rocks. This is when I
regretted having left my camera on the boat, so I quickly swam to the
boat and came back looking for the rave. Luckily, it didn't move a
centimeter while I was gone. After a quick calibration shot at a
nearby sea star, I took a few shots of my lemony friend. Eventually,
I annoyed him enough with my strobe that he decided to abandon his
post and flee in protest. As I swam back towards the mooring, I came
across a second sea raven. While more plain looking than his cousin,
the dude clearly had a better understanding of the word "camouflage".
His superb blending was rounded off by a tiny seastar he was hosting
on his forehead.
- Nikolai
Saturday Night Ledge and the Poling
Divers:
Yesterday (9-21-08) Robert Granetz, Carl Stjernfeldt and myself rode
the Cape Ann Divers small boat on a charter to Saturday Night Ledge
and the Poling stern wreck. The boat was supposed to have had a few
more divers aboard, but late cancellations resulted in lots of room
for us to spread our gear around. We left the dock early and motored
out of Gloucester Harbor under clear, sunny skies onto calm seas with
gentle swells, a perfect day for diving!
The trip out to Saturday Night Ledge took about a half hour, and we
quickly found the mooring, which was tied off to the stern of the
boat. We were already suited up, so we quickly hit the water.
Robert & Carl were diving wet, I was diving dry (well, sort of). We
descended the mooring line to about 90 feet, where it is tied off to
a large boulder about the size of a washing machine. The boulder
sits atop a massive granite knob that sticks up off the seafloor.
The knob is split by a deep crevice that runs roughly SW and downward
to a depth of about 120 feet. The crevice widens and narrows,
sometimes just wide enough to swim through. As you swim along the
bottom of the crevice, the walls tower some 20 to 30 feet above you.
The visibility was excellent, about 30+ feet, so we could see the
entire crevice top to bottom in front of us as we swam through it.
We all had lights, but they were not really necessary, there was just
enough light to see by. With the good vis and large features of the
crevice to follow, getting lost was never a danger, but we had been
warned that low vis and straying from the crevice had gotten many
divers lost, so I spooled out line as we traveled down the crevice.
Our bottom time was limited at this depth, so once we reached about
120 feet depth, and maybe 200 feet down the crevice, we turned around
and headed back to mooring. This would be a great location for a
lengthy decompression dive, there seems to be much more to explore
(maybe next year). At the mooring Robert spotted a small piece of
equipment wedged under a rock and spent a minute or so trying to free
it. It wasn't coming out, though, so we left it there. It was
around this time I became aware that my drysuit was leaking, as I
felt a cold trickle starting at my neck, headed south. Once in the
boat I took off my suit and did a quick inspection but didn't see
anything amiss, and figured I must have had a wrinkle in my neck
seal. The only other problem we encountered was Carl's HID light
stopped working. Without spare batteries we couldn't tell if it was
the batteries or the bulb (we're all hoping it's the batteries, given
the cost of a new bulb!)
We motored slowly toward the Poling, while the captain dragged a
plankton net to collect samples for his wife's marine biology class.
He ended up with a bottle of larva of who-knows-what to take home.
We were treated to several low over-flights of vintage WWII aircraft
(a B-17, a B-24, a B-25, what looked like a TBM, and a P-51) that
were flying excursion flights out of Beverly Airport that day.
At the Poling we tied off to the mooring at the stern of the wreck.
With an hour of surface time, we suited back up and headed down the
mooring. At the deck the vis was not as good as at Saturday Night
ledge, but it was still pretty good at 20+ feet. We were limited to
about 12 minutes on this dive, but since we're all familiar with the
Poling a swim to the break and back, with a quick duck into the
engine room along the way, was enough. At the break it is now
possible to swim into the forward-most oil tank through a rotted out
baffle, and then upward to one of the deck hatches. This looked
tempting, but time was limited, and the integrity of the tank
interior is questionable due to the advanced state of corrosion of
the structure, so we stayed out. We all noticed the generous salting
of junk the charter operators bring down to make the wreck more
interesting for new divers (old sea boots, plastic plates, etc.)
Throughout this dive I noticed that my drysuit leak had become worse,
and once back on the boat I poured water out of the suit, and wrung
more water out my underwear. I must have leaked a quart of water.
(At home I did a more careful inflation inspection of the suit, and
discovered a tear in the neck seal about a half-inch long. It must have
been smaller during the first dive, and tore more when I put the suit
back on prior to the second dive. It's time for a new neck seal,
anyway, and the good news is the zipper is still ok.) We returned
back to the dock by 11:00 am, and were on our way shortly after, with
plenty left of the day for other activities. Thanks to Carl for
setting this one up!
- Peter K
Malta
Divers:
Surface photos: http://www.n2scuba.com/web_album/2008-malta/
In early August this summer I was fortunate to join a group of divers
on a trip to Malta, a small island nation in the
Mediterranean situated 93km south of Sicily. Malta is compromised of
seven islands with two of them being inhabited - Malta and Gozo. The
two main cities are Valletta and Victoria. Due to its strategic
proximity to Mediterranean shipping lanes, Malta has been claimed by
a number of superpowers throughout history. The Roman,
Byzantine, Ottoman, French, and British Empires all left their
distinct marks. Throughout the middle ages, Malta was the homeland of
the Knights Hospitaller. Most recently prior to gaining
independence, the islands were part of the British Empire and served
as an important naval and air force base throughout the World Wars.
The rich cultural heritage of the nation is evident in a number of
castles, fortifications, cathedrals, citadels, catacombs, and roman
aqueducts. The Maltese language, cuisine, and tradition is a mixture
of Arabic, Italian, and English influences.
The Maltese islands are composed mostly of limestone. The shoreline
is mostly high cliffs which plunge into the Mediterranean. The soft
rocks have given way to the sea, forming an endless variety of
intricate arches, caves, and blue holes. The stunning underwater
scenery is complimented by a number of natural and artificial wrecks,
making Malta a true divers' playground. A number of dive centres
cater to all diver needs - from recreational to technical. Since most
of the dives are done from shore, the more adventurous divers holding
Advanced Open Water certification can opt for exploring the dives on
their own without a local guide. Two local dive guide books provide
plenty of information for getting around the dive sites with aerial
photography and 3D underwater maps.
The typical Malta dive starts with a steep drop off to 20-35 meters
and then levels off (at places around the north shore the drop-off
can be much much deeper). The visibility was in the 20 meter range.
The water temperature was 27 C at the surface and 21 C at depth. My
favorite dives were MV Karwela/Cominoland, The Inland Sea, The
Beaufort Fighter, and Billinghurst Cave.
Karwela and Cominoland are two large ferries put at rest at the south
tip of Gozo. The ferries are safe to penetrate and enable one to
experience the inside of the ferry decks like never before. We spent
around 30 minutes exploring the two ships inside and out at an
average depth of 35 m. The remaining 30 minutes of the dive were
spent doing a leisurely conservative decompression while exploring
the nooks and crannies of the near shore wall. Got to love these
awesome 300bar (that's 4500 psi for you, non-metric folks) compact
cylinders that we were armed with. Sadly, one cannot get these babies
in the US due to conservative DOT regulations from the cold war which
prohibit the transportation of compressed gas at more than 3500 psi
on the public roads.
The Inland Sea is a salt water lake connected to the open sea through
a 80 m long tunnel. We entered the Inland Sea and then swam to the
outside. The tunnel opens up on the other end into an indigo blue
abyss. The wall there is perfectly vertical to a depth of perhaps
60-70 meters. We swam along the wall for about 400 meters, then
beneath the Azure Window (a giant arc protruding above the sea) and
out from the Blue Hole. The Blue Hole is a vertical cavern, which
drops to a depth of 20 meters and connects to the open sea through a
large hole.
The Beaufort Fighter and the Blenheim Bomber are two British
airplanes which crashed into the sea during WW2 on approach to
Malta's air base. Both of them rest peacefully at depth of 35 meters
and are largely intact. The bent propellers and the broken tail
pieces provide vivid clues of the enormous stress on the machines
during the water impact.
The Billinghurst Cave is an large cavern on the north wall of Gozo.
In order to dive the cave, one needs to giant stride from the cliff
above from a couple meters height. The cavern entrance is a few
meters below the surface. The cave itself is quite large, topping
10-15 meters in diameter in places. It starts shallow, then drops to
25-30 meters in the middle and then goes back up to sea level. The
surprise there is that you surface not in the outside, but in a large
underground air dome some 80 meters from the cavern exit. Since this
pocket is sealed from the outside, one should not breath the stale
air. However it does make for some funny conversations in-between
taking a breath from the regulator. While in general it's hard to get
lost in this enormous cavern, one still should exercise caution since
exiting the dome requires diving back through the cavern tunnel to a
depth of at least 20 meters - it's not a good time to realize that
you suddenly have trouble equalizing your ears. ;)
- Nick
Scallop dives
Divers:
This Sunday Chris Russo and I took my boat out of Hingham for a
morning of diving. The day was perfect, with almost flat calm seas
and sunny skies with clear visibility. Not feeling too ambitious, we
decided to go for scallops instead of visiting a wreck. Scallop
diving can be a roll of the dice, since scallops do move around, so
they may be in one place one day, but not there another day.
Generally they like hard bottoms at depths of more than 50 feet, in
areas well flushed by currents. We headed north through Hull Gut,
and then between the outer islands of Boston Harbor through Black
Rock Channel. There was a lot of flotsam in the water, probably
flushed from the rivers by the thunderstorms we've been having
lately. We dodged branches, logs, boards and rafts of seaweed, as
well as trash. The day was so calm even the very small craft were
out. We passed an anchored 15 foot aluminum outboard boat with
fishing lines over the side. The occupant had several umbrellas
lashed to the windshield, and was snoozing the morning away. We
entered Hypocrite Channel and anchored on the east side of Little
Calf Island. Once the hook was set, it became clear the current was
running pretty fast. We deployed a current line off the swim
platform, and a granny line to the anchor line. Suited up (dry), we
hit the water and were please to see the vis on the bottom (depth ~65
feet) was pretty good, about 15 feet. We'd passed layers of poorer
vis, so there was little light on the bottom. At first we saw no
live scallops, but were encouraged by the presence of shells. We
swam about 450 feet up current (the limit of my reel), before turning
around and getting a more relaxed zig-zagging ride back. Along the
way we both picked up a respectable number of scallops, and I got one
bug. We were entering decompression as we left the bottom, so we
hung for a while to clear our computers. Satisfied with our catch,
and fearful of thunderstorms predicted for later in the afternoon
(which did eventually pass through), we pulled anchor and headed back
to port. The guy in the aluminum boat was still snoozing under his
umbrellas when we passed. Back at the dock we unloaded, put the boat
on the mooring, sounded the fuel tank and were pleased to see we'd
burned only 12 gallons of gas. Ice cream at Nona's in Hingham square
was our next stop. My scallops were shucked as soon as I got them
home, and later for dinner they were pan seared and tossed with
lobster meat in a garlic wine sauce with minced green onions, Yum!
- Peter K
Addendum:
Several of you have responded with questions about regulations on
recreational sea scalloping. The link below explains current
Massachusetts law regarding taking scallops. There is a minimum size
of 3 inches, and a bag limit of 1 bushel per day (or 4 quarts of
shucked meats per day). A few years ago there were proposals floated
for more restrictive regulations on diving for scallops, but I don't
see them in the current laws.
Gun Rock Beach night dive
Divers:
Monday night Chris Russo and myself went for a night dive at Gun Rock
in Hull. We arrived at the designated meeting place at 7:30 pm and
waited a half hour for anyone else who might show up, but as the
light began to fade we suited up and climbed down to the beach. The
weather was clear and calm, and we were treated to a nice sunset over
the Boston Harbor islands. At high tide the swim out to the rock
breakwater is always longer than you remember. By the time we
reached the breakwater lights underwater were a necessity. We were
both diving wet, and glad of it, since the surface temperature was in
the low to mid 60s. Visibility was good, considering the swells from
the off shore storms we've been having lately, about 15-20 feet. As
we descended, all the marine creatures of the night were coming out
of hiding. There were zillions of lobsters, some keeper size,
including a large female egger with so many V notches it looked like
she didn't have any fins left, a variety of fish including sculpin,
skates, and cunner, and of course many crabs of various types. We
made one relaxing tour around the breakwater keeping to the base of
the rocks where they meet the sand, dodging pot lines throughout, and
then decided it was time to head in which we did underwater since we
still had air. We quickly shed our gear and packed up, since Nona's
Ice Cream in Hingham Square closes at 10:00 pm (we made it with 5
minutes to spare). Not a bad way to end the first day of the work
week!
- Peter K
Boat dives off Rockport
MIT divers:
Four of us from MIT went out on Sunday morning with Cape Ann Divers and
dove on the wreck of the Chelsea and a rock formation called the pinnacle.
The skies were solidly overcast and dark, and the Cape Ann coast was
shrouded in dense fog. Even when we were right off of Thatcher Island,
with its two big lighthouses, we couldn't tell it at all. This made for
some dim, murky conditions down below, so a dive light helped a lot. In
addition, there was a pretty strong current. The combination of limited
visibility, strong current, and dense fog meant that we all had to be extra
careful to find the mooring line at the end of our dives in order to get
back to the boat. If you couldn't find the line, and you did a free
ascent, the current would sweep you away, and the fog would make it
impossible for anyone on the boat to see you. Sayonara baby. So most of
us got plenty of practice with our wreck reels.
The first dive was on the wreck of the Chelsea, which was a coastal tanker
that sank just off of Rockport about 50 years ago and had to be dynamited
because it was a hazard to navigation. Peter and I (and Chris Hirsch) just
did this wreck a month earlier in much better conditions. The bow is
sort of still recognizable, and there are plenty of hull plates scattered
about. There's a companionway entrance which is a little too tight for me
to squeeze through, but I did grab a lobster from in there (wasn't a keeper
though). Water temperature: 10 C.
Our 2nd dive was supposed to be just a short distance away on the wreck of
the Haight, which is right next to the Rockport breakwater. But when we
got there, the fog was still so thick that there was no sign of the
breakwater, and the currents were really ripping, so the zillions of
lobster buoys in the area were all completely submerged underwater because
of it. So Captain Steve nixed that one and headed to an underwater
pinnacle rock formation somewhere to the south of Thatcher Island. Did I
also mention that although the forecast had called for temperatures in the
mid-80's F, it was actually so chilly on the boat that we could see our
breath! Hard to believe it was the last weekend in June. Anyway, Peter
made good use of this dive by collecting a catch bag full of scallops. To
quote Peter directly:
Meanwhile, I went over the side of the pinnacle and mostly explored around
in the deeper channels. The water temp down there was a chillier 8 C. On
the way back up the mooring line, the water got noticeably warmer, and I
remember feeling nice and toasty, but Peter claimed that I was shivering so
much I was shaking the entire line.
During the 2nd dive the fog began to burn off, and by the time we got back
to the dock, it was finally turning into a nice day. (FYI: CAD now docks
at a completely new location right near the end of Rt 128.) The four of us
went for a leisurely late lunch at the place across from the old marina.
Our conversation over the meal revolved around lobsters, and it concluded
with the observation that Carl's struggles to get out of his semi-dry suit
looked a lot like a lobster molting out of its shell.
- Robert
GUE Tech 1, 300th Dive, and Leaving MA
MIT Divers:
The week before last, I spent eight days (seven days of class, one day
of fun diving) up in the 1000 Islands area of New York on the St
Lawrence river taking the GUE Tech 1 course with the GUE training
director, Bob Sherwood. What an amazing experience. Grueling by any
standard (every day up at 6am, after which I'd go for a 4.5-7 mile
run, meet up at 7:30am to analyze gas, then lecture usually from
8-11am, then diving till 4pm, followed by two hours of video review,
then lecture till 10pm, followed by an hour or so of mixing gas for
the next day; all told 15-16 hours of class per day), there was never
a dull moment. Days consisted of lectures on decompression, possible
failures, gas management, trimix, physiology, and lots of diving. In
water, we focused on team diving, equipment management, valve failures
(all simulated with an air gun), OOG, timed ascents/descents, bottle
switching, bag blowing, and safe decompression on the fly, known as
ratio deco (we don't use dive computers for any diving). In the end,
I managed to pass. Certification is to 170', up to 45% He, and a
single deco bottle of either 50% or 100% O2. My buddy Joel and I
spent our last (eighth) day on the St Lawrence doing some fun
recreational dives on the wreck of the Keystorm.
This past week, I decided to go out and put some of the new skills to
use. On Tuesday, my buddies Bill (MIT Scuba Club President) and Bert
(not from MIT) did a few dives on the Poling. On Thursday, Bill and I
headed to SNL to do one longer decompression dive. The dive was done
on 30/30 (30% O2, 30% He, 40% N2), with a 40 minute BT, and deco on
50% (50% O2, 50% N2). For giggles, Bill brought along his
decompression computer (a Nitek He), just to see how its schedule
compared to what we'd calculated ahead of time. Let's just say, from
now on, he'll hopefully just leave it in gauge mode. The dive itself
was spectacular. We had between 20-30' of visibility depending on
location. Here's a quick list of the marine highlights from the
dive: Lobsters, Crabs, many large Northern Red Anemones, Silver
Spotted Anemones, Ghost Anemones, Northern Cerianthids, a Red-Gilled
Nudibranch, Northern Sea Stars, Winged Sea Stars, Smooth Sunstars,
Blood Sea Stars, Badge Stars, a Flounder, Cunner, including two
nurseries, Sea Ravens, and dozens of Sea Urchins (why I decided to
capitalize all the marine organisms, I've no idea). We spent about 20
minutes heading down the main chasm, to about 120', where we hung out
for about five minutes, before heading back on the left side of the
chasm (the mooring is in about 100' of water). Hung out around the
mooring line till the timers hit 40 minutes, after which we made an
easy ascent, switching to 50% at 70'. The conditions topside were
just as excellent.
The dive to SNL will be my last in the New England area (at least for
the forceable future). I'm leaving Boston next week to go join my
wife in Los Angeles. While packing today, I found my original logbook
(I now log everything electronically). Turns out, the dive at SNL was
my 300th dive. And today, June 28th, marks exactly two years to the
date of my OW scuba certification. I'd estimate that 90% of my dives
have been made in the North Atlantic. I'm leaving these cold waters
to become a pretty fishies diver on the West Coast. I'll miss the
local shore dives and wrecks. More so, however, I'll miss the local
divers, including of course those in the MIT Scuba Club. You're a
wonderful bunch, above and below water. Thanks for the good memories.
Best,
Disney Epcot Center
Divers:
Hi guys, so I just had the most amazing dive. I been going to Disney
World all my life and I never knew that you could do this. So at
Epcot there is this "Living Seas" pavilion (now something to do with
finding nemo), and the main attraction is basically a 6 million
gallon aquarium tank, 203 feet diameter. That tank is packed with
tiger sharks, sea turtles, rays and tons of other fish. The tour was
basically a behind the scenes tour of their facilities, followed by
the most accommodated dive ever. By the time you get briefed, a
shorty wetsuit and boots are in a personal locker for you. While
your taking a tour, they are setting up and weighting your bc's. by
the time you get to the water, you just slide into the bc and
you're swimming. First they do a quick tour of the tank with the
divemaster and then you buddy up and have freedom to explore the tank
(and wave at all the people through the windows). The total dive
time is 40 mins. swimming with sharks was amazing and the turtles
will just soar right next to you. it was just packed with cool
fish. An amazing dive. The biggest thing that surprised me was how
affordable it was. only $150 for the dive (don't need to have park
admission either) and that included everything. and even better was
a discount for ssi divers of $15. I really hate to sound like
a commercial, but this was one of the coolest, most unique, and most
packed with fish dives ever. So if you are ever visiting Orlando
don't miss it.
- D
Triple wreck dive outing
Divers:
On Saturday of the Memorial holiday weekend, MIT divers Chris Hirsch, Peter
Kerrebrock, and Robert Granetz, along with three more of Chris's dive
buddies, went out on Fran Marcoux's boat to do three wreck dives, with the
third one being at night. Chris and his buddies are all certified
technical divers, while Peter and I are recreational divers. The seas on
Saturday were unusually calm, and eventually became dead flat, which made
the long boat trips between dives very enjoyable. We left the dock around
13:00 and motored for about 90 minutes in Boston harbor to get to the first
site, the Pug wreck (recently identified as the steam lighter New York
Central No. 14 II; see
http://www.northernatlanticdive.com/shipwrecks/NYC14-II/NYC14-II.htm).
This is a fairly deep wreck and you have to monitor your bottom time
carefully to avoid building up deco time. Peter and I were first on the
wreck, taking advantage of the fact that technical divers take forever to
gear up and get in the water. While I tied in a wreck reel near the
mooring line, Peter dropped down to the sand to grab some scallops. We met
back up on the deck and then dropped over the starboard side and headed all
the way back to the stern to see the large rudder half buried in the sand.
Here I recorded my maximum depth of 38 meters (124) ft, and a water
temperature of 4 C (39 F). After returning to the mooring line, I was
really tempted to drop down through the inviting hatch into the interior,
but Peter pointed out that we were just about out of bottom time. Our
ascent was uneventful, but a few minutes later we noticed bubbles from the
other divers that were well off the wreck. Eventually a lift bag appeared.
It turns out that the mooring line had snapped from the wreck, and Chris's
three buddies ended up doing a fast ascent because they were buoyant.
Chris, however, had maintained neutral buoyancy and was able to shoot a bag
and complete his deco stop safely. Seas were calm, so his swim back to the
boat was easy. Chris had practiced deploying a lift bag previously, and it
definitely paid off today. The other divers had to go back down and
complete their deco stops.
While we motored another 90 minutes to the 2nd dive site, the captain and
first mate made huge sandwiches to order, along with fresh melon pieces,
potato salad, macaroni salad, cookies, and beverages. I was really glad
that the seas were calm, or else I would have had to pass on the food, to
say the least. The 2nd dive was on the wreck of the Chelsea
(
http://www.wreckhunter.net/DataPages/chelsea-dat.htm), which was a coastal
tanker that ran aground near Thatcher Island off Rockport about 50 years
ago. The bow is still recognizable, and the bottom is rocky, with lots of
steel plates from the wreck, so we were hoping for lobster, but I didn't
see any.
By the time we got back on deck, it was dusk, and Chris got some good
photos of a beautiful sunset, while the captain continued offering up even
more food. We motored over to our final site of the day, a night dive on
the Poling. Peter and I were first on the wreck again, which meant that we
had very good vis on our swim through the engine room. There was a little
lobster on the stern greeting us divers as we came down, but even if it had
been larger, you're not allowed to catch them at night. After coming back
out on deck, we circled all the way around the broken end and back to the
stern mooring line for our final ascent of the day.
Even after 3 relatively deep dives, I don't think anybody was uncomfortably
cold. (Everyone used drysuits.) It was a quick trip back to the dock,
followed by the arduous task of offloading all the gear and trekking it
back up the gangplank. I didn't get home until 22:30, totally exhausted,
but it was well worth it.
- Robert G
Normans Woe
Divers:
We certainly had beautiful weather for the Patriots Day weekend. On the
Monday holiday I went diving at Normans Woe in Gloucester. Entry and exit
were not bad at all, but there was some pretty rough back-and-forth surge
even 45 feet down. The visibility wasn't very good either. And the water
is still not showing signs of spring, given its 38 deg F temperature, and a
continued lack of sea life. But hey, at least it was sunny. On the way
out I saw only one tiny lobster, a few crabs, and a big slow-moving red sea
raven. So I was going to chalk this up as just another ho-hum early-season
dive. But then as I was heading back up the slope towards my exit point, I
unexpectedly stumbled across a nice big lobster just relaxing in the
underwater gardens and totally oblivious to me. Usually this is a sure
sign that they're a female with eggs, because they've read the
Massachusetts fishing and lobstering regulations and know that they're
protected. So when I turned this one over, I was surprised to see no eggs,
and no V-notch. Great!...my first lobster of the year, and it was a big
one, and it's only April.
I got back on shore, got out of my drysuit, and relaxed on the sunny rocks
while contemplating my good fortune. I also called Gigi Lirot (MIT's ace
lobster catcher) to brag about my catch. I jokingly mentioned that since
this week is Passover, I was going to eat the lobster on a bed of matzoh.
But Gigi offered to come over and try out a recipe from her lobster
cookbook by Jasper White. So she packed her motorcycle saddle bags with
the necessary ingredients and even a cast iron skillet, and drove over.
Well, I'd have to say that it was the most advanced cooking that I've ever
witnessed, and even involved flaming cognac in the skillet with quartered
lobster pieces. Wow, what a feast!
- Robert G
Wreck of the Poling
Divers:
While it was a nice day topside, conditions below were really quite
poor. Probably the worst I've seen on the Poling (20+ dives). This was
only my second charter with NADE this year (5/7 charters canceled due
to weather since January...). I was diving with my buddies Bill and
Joel. I had chartered the boat to hit the Kiowa since I've never been
on her, with the backup to be the Romance if conditions weren't
cooperating. Based on the AM dive conditions on Sunday, however, we
decided the Poling would probably give us the best chance for diveable
visibility.
Trip out was quite pleasant. No real waves once on station, just some
slow 2' swells. The three of us jumped in first on the stern mooring.
The first 30' or so was actually pretty clear, but it got quite dark
around 50' and murky when we hit the deck at 80'. Less than 3' of
visibility. I tied in the reel and led the dive. I'd make out Joel and
Bill by their HIDs or getting bumped. It was cold at depth, around
39F. Toured the back half of the wreck, never venturing off the top
deck. Saw a few nice anemones and starfish, but otherwise, it was
pretty devoid of life. We headed back to the mooring around 30 minutes
and made our ascent. Back on the boat everyone agreed one dive was
enough. Short trip back to Salem and then to Cambridge.
It was nice to get out, but the diving left a bit to be desired. In
any case, it was good to see friends, and as always, we were treated
exceptionally well by Heather and Dave (I really can't get enough of
the great stories they both have to tell!). As Dave always says:
"Diving is fun."
- Chris
Magnolia Rocks
Divers:
Today (Sunday) was a beautiful day to get in my March dive. I finally was
able to do Magnolia Rocks, after having to dive at Folly Cove in January
and February because of stormy weekends and rough seas. Today the air
temperature was in the mid-30's F, and the tidepools on the rocks were
still frozen over late in the morning. There was a stiff wind out of the
west, which meant that entry and exit at Magnolia were easy, but the wind
was really chilling on exiting the water. The water temperature was 35 F,
and I did a single dive of 44 minutes. Visibility was only 10-15 ft. I
wish I could say that I saw tons of things swimming about, but the truth is
that I didn't see a single crustacean or fish, or much of anything else for
that matter...not even a crab or a starfish. But there were a zillion tiny
shrimp larvae darting about, which is always the first sign of spring in
the water around here. In fact, the only thing of note is that this now
makes it 84 consecutive months (7 years) of diving at least once a month
for me (and 96 out of the last 97 months). If anyone wants to buddy up for
a dive next month, you know who to contact.
- Robert G
Last updated by Robert Granetz on 24 December 2008.
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