28 April 2016
Morning dive.
Dive Log 12:
Broward County, FL
“Earth departing.” © J. Manos
I would never admit it but I can be a Big Babie who needs lots of attention. At the same time, I can be a stone cold soldier who sometimes mistrusts attention.
So I just go diving. Diving def takes care of personal stuff. At least for the moment. And you usually feel better, even after you have to come back to land.
© GPRC
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© J. Manos
The seas have been calm for several days in a row now, and I grabbed a quick morning snorkel dive, swimming out solo to the edge of where the corals start.
What I call “the rough country” that emerges out of the clean sweep of the underwater sand plains.
Underwater sand plains. © J. Manos
Look who I met. A Gray Angelfish, who was hanging out behind an encrusting coral with a sponge growing on top of that.
Gray Angelfish. © J. Manos
Can you tell I’ve been taking coral ID classes? My dive partner Kareem and I have both been studying so we can get good!
Encrusting coral on rock with orange sponge on top of him. © J. Manos
It’s funny how, once you are below the surface, it’s so interesting that you always think you can stay longer, you want to stay longer, well past the point the CO2 burn in your body starts.
Just a lil longer…
Stay.
© J. Manos
Hmm something to be aware of once I’m farther down than just 20 feet. 20 feet is just a few kicks upward.
What will happen when I get really good at freediving and go deeper?
IF I have this feeling when I’m 60 feet below, or 80 feet, or 100 feet (!) (which I want to achieve within a year) …
If I have that feeling and don’t listen to my reason, I may drown.
I don’t fall easy, but I fall hard.
Later a friend asked me, “How far did you go?”
I said I swam out past the line of depression and moodiness, hah.
We both laughed.
“Water clouds.” © J. Manos