There are always those dives you never forget about, at least the feeling, the level of adrenaline. For me, that one dive at Bat Islands in Costa Rica, or my first dive in front of my house in Turkey, that I spent all my life. Both were with my sister and both were epic from the aspect of the amount of life that surprised me and the fact that I shared it with my sister.
Also, through out the dive season, there are those dives I remember, which are more significant than others, “the one with amazing viz with sun rays coming through”, “the one when I got lost in a school of fish”, “the one when I got lost”, “the one I found a freaking seahorse”, etc. One hopes all dives have some special moment like that to add some extra color to our lives.
Three dives here, were not epic but they all had something going for them. First one gave me the excitement of seeing a creature for the first time. I love seeing something that I didn’t know existed. And this one was a mud shrimp. It was not very collaborating with the photography but I could get some shots to ask around about it. But more importantly this dive was the one I lost the opportunity to get a shot of a larval eel!! Still looking for that one every dive 🙁
Second dive was dominated by the swarming silversides throughout the dive. The density of the fish was so heavy that 30 min into the dive Bert signaled me that he was going back because he couldn’t see shit because of all the fish in front of his lights. He has lots of lights :). Third dive was the one with siphonophores everywhere. And, also the one I could finally catch a snowy grouper half a second before it ran into its hiding place; I love those but they are very skittish. Now looking back, sounds like third dive was just ok 😀
Good times in the dark of the summer at Fort Wetherill. From a saying in Turkish: Let our worse dives be like these.
#428: 26ft, 150min, 70F
#429: 26ft, 107min, 67F
#431: 21ft, 135min, 67F