Season Dive: 7
Date: 9/26/08 (Happy Birthday to Me)
Site: Feigh Downaway, Feigh
Max Depth: 38
Once I decided to dive I suited up as quickly as possible. Since I didn’t have my swimmer on it took me a bit longer than usual. Also, since I was trying to hurry it seemed like I was fumbling around a lot… or maybe it just felt that way. My main concern in rushing was that it was extremely hot outside and I didn’t want to make the poor boys stand around in their suits longer than necessary. As curtis so eloquently put it, the weather was “thick.”
The trip down the hill wasn’t as bad as I had expected. It was steep and the ground was silty, but I easily slid down most of the way on the side of my leg. The water felt great for how hot it was outside. Once we were all in the water, Mike pointed out a mother and small child a few hundred feet away at the waters edge. WTF. How did they get there? We decided to span out in different depths in order to find the medallion. My ears were taking a bit longer to equalize because of the sickness, and I tried my hardest to stay at the same depth during the dive.
Diving sick is exhausting. I felt winded and tired the entire time, and the cold dry air was not easy on my throat, sore from the persistant cough for the past two days. Coughing under the water wasn’t so bad, I made sure to hold my reg securly so it wouldn’t fly out of my mouth. Clearing my mask, on the other hand, wasn’t as fun. You know how when you’re wearing a mask and have to breathe from your mouth you get all phlegmy in the nose? Pair that with being previously congested and it makes for a disgusting situation. Clearing my mask was basically the equivalent of blowing my nose into it. Fortunately most of the time it left with the initial clearing. But gross nonetheless.
There was a neat beaver dam that we hung out at to observe fishes for awhile, but other than that the dive was pretty uneventful. No medallion. Ted found a tire to bring to fill a garbage back with for an additional raffle ticket. I’m not quite sure how he managed to get it up the hill.
I was the first one to scale the hill, already weakened from the dive… it made it probably more difficult than necessary. That and I’m wimpy in general. I mostly crawled up on my hands and knees, destroying the path for everyone else. I was so caked with mud by the time I got to the top it was more disgusting than the nose blowing. I decided it would be easier to rinse off if I didn’t take everything off and haul it to the pit across the street, so I left all my gear on and waddled across the street, across the parking lot, down the boat launch and back into the water. It’s probably the most exhausted I’ve ever felt in my short diving career. And hot too. I rinsed myself off, caught my breath and trudged back to the vehicle.