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PADI #79, Mahnomen II & III, dive 38

Dive: 38
Season Dive: 6
Date: 9/25/09
Site: Padi #79, Mahnomen II & III
Avg/Max Depth: 25/39
Temp: 57
TBT/CBT: 0:42/30:23
Buddies: Curtis, Kristen (Ted, Mike)

We wasted no coming up with a strategy for the dive. We decided to follow the road to the other side, heading along the wall on the way out, and covering the road on the way back, all the while diving side by side so as not to miss any ground. Curtis, Kristen and I would take the left of the road, Ted and Mike would take the right.

I had issues with my mask leaking the entire dive and remembered that I also had a bad time with it when Kristen and I dove two weeks earlier. It wasn’t just leaking, it would suddenly let in gushes of water. If I didn’t move my head around or equalize or move muscles in my face it would hold out for a bit, but it never quite sealed right. And it’s hard to look for something with a mask full of water.

Unfortunately we didn’t find the medallion. Neither did the other two. Saddened and defeated we assumed we picked the wrong dive site and would have to wait until our next clue at 8:30 the next morning.

Dive Fest 2009, part 1

Dive Fest 2009 started out with a bang. Mike picked me up around 12:30. We headed to Cloud to pick up Curtis and Blog Reader Kristen then stopped for lunch at Bravo Burrito.

I needed to purchase a dive light for a night dive and Curtis and BRK needed tanks filled so we stopped at the MSD in Brainerd. After that we headed to Dive Fest Headquarters for our first set of clues for the medallion (free fun dives) and the first three poker chip mine reveals (free trinkets like Xmas stockings made from dive flags). We thought the festivities kicked off at 5pm but apparently it started at 4:30, right about the time we pulled into the campgrounds.

Ted was already there waiting for us. The clue for the medallion was “Look ma, no men”. I have no idea which pits were revealed since we we decided to go right for the medallion search. From the clue we assumed the dive site was somewhere in Mahnomen. At first we thought maybe it was a site with a female name: Joan, Feigh, etc. But more than the formal hint was revealed. A suggestion was given to brush up on dive table and compass skills for the clues tomorrow. Since the dive table consists of numbers or letters, I asked Curtis if there were any sites in Mahnomen that had numbers in them. There was only one, PADI #79.

When we got to PADI #79 no one was there. Could we be the only ones to decipher the first clue correctly? Are we even in the right spot? Last year we were positive we had the right spot on Friday night and it turned out we were way off, but we still had a good feeling about this one.

Diamond Cove, Hopkins, dive 37

Dive: 37
Season Dive: 5
Date: 9/13/09
Site: Diamond Cove, Hopkins
Avg/Max Depth: 21/36
Temp: 63
TBT/CBT: 0:57/29:41
Buddies: Kristen

Kristen and I decided to head out on a little dive adventure of our own since the boys were taking the Rescue Diver course over the weekend. There was much joking about Curtis putting his rescue diving skillz to work early. We stopped at the dive shop to get some air fills and Darlene recommended we go to Diamond Cove since it was really clear. Todd explained to us how not to get lost because the road at Diamond Cove is deceiving when it comes to the direction one thinks they are going. I think he was concerned about the welfare of Mrs. Curtis and Curtis’s friend, so he broke his own rules and photocopied a map for us.

We made it to the dive site sucessfully, geared up quickly and painlessly and got in the water without a hitch. Right after Kristen secured the dive flag we spotted a baby sea monster* perched on the rocks. After observing it for a bit we continued along the wall. We saw some neat fishes and a couple of beaver pilings. On our return trip I started leading but had to fall back because my mind and my gut were telling me two entirely different things in regards to directions. Kristen navigated like a pro. We ended up right where she anchored the dive flag.

It was a great first dive by our onsies. I think everyone else is secretly disappointed that nothing went awry for us and we brought home no good stories to share.

*Nick contacted the DNR, apparently our sea monster was no more than a northern hog sucker.

2009 MN State Fair, trip 1

Blog Reader Kristen and I kicked off the State Fair festivities yesterday. We took the bus and got there around 5pm. It was the first day of the fair and the weather was perfect. Nick was upset that he wasn’t able to go with us, but he had a prior engagement of softball to attend.

We started out with one corn dog each (corn dogs, not pronto pups) at the Poncho Dog stand and they were delicious. After wondering around aimlessly for a bit (no Nick to make decisions and lead the way) we decided to go look at animals. BRK wanted to check out the biggest pig in the world or something of that nature. On the way to the barns we passed a booth that served sweet potato fries and decided to give them a try. I thought they were good, a little sweeter than I expected (tasted like some sort of brown sugar coating) and a little soggier than was really appetizing. It made them hard to dip in the sour cream and we had to stop at the next booth and set them on the ledge to eat so we could get a better grip on the slippery little things. Then we realized we were at a delicious looking smoothie stand, so we split a pina colada smoothie.

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Portsmouth Access, Portsmouth, dive 36

Dive: 36
Season Dive: 4
Date: 8/22/09
Site: Portsmouth Access, Portsmouth
Avg/Max Depth: 20/30
Temp: 66
TBT/CBT: 0:48/28:44
Buddies: Curtis & Kristen

It’s been over a month since my last dive and my equipment has been packed tightly into my trunk for about as long. It made packing for Blog Cabin a cinch having the largest, heaviest and most important-to-not-forget items all ready to go.

It seems like as time goes on we’re less motivated to get to the dive site at the crack of dawn. We didn’t even discuss diving until after noon. Since I had just finished polishing my fingernails a glossy shade of black, we decided to wait until around 3:00 to head out.

Curtis decided we would dive at Portsmouth as long as there weren’t any boats about. It was a nice dive site in all aspects. A nice paved parking lot to set up shop, an easy access into the water via the boat launching area and an outhouse if necessary. It was nice to have a hard, flat, non dirty surface to set up and disassemble on. Unfortunately Kristen and I hit some rough spots in our attempt at getting our suits on. First I forgot to zip mine up, Curtis noticed I was wide open after I had my BCD on. Kristen put one of Curtis’s weight pouches in hers by accident. Better he have to hang out with dumbheads he knows than newbie dumbheads. Our transition to the water was pretty seamless. Curtis gave us a briefing of the directions we would be going and we were under the water at 4:00 pm.

There was a nice wall that we followed and the angle of the sun made beams filter over the wall in some spots. The water felt considerably warmer than the last time I dove. The thermocline was below 20′ but even then it wasn’t uncomfortably cold. There were a few fish we passed along the wall, mostly small ones. It must be of the fish psyche to follow thing larger than themselves, because they joined our school of divers, filing in between Curtis and me.

We swam around on top of the wall for a while. When we turned around Curtis descended over the side and I was holding up the rear. At around 17′ my ear decided it wasn’t having the constant depth changes any longer. I ascended up to 8′ before it became comfortable and followed Kristen’s bubbles, watching Little Jilly swimming inside of them. After a short while they both ascended a bit. I was almost directly above Kristen as I watched the turn of events unfold. Kristen turned around and scanned the waters for me, her head shifting around impatiently. I waited for her to look up, but she turned in the direction of Curtis, fumbled around for her octopus and banged it noiselessly on her tank. I couldn’t swim down to her and had no noisemaking devices on me either. Would yelling to her under water work? The dive master in Grand Cayman seemed to vocalize to the dumbheaded couple in the deep seas. She turned in my direction again, I took a deep breath, removed my reg and yelled “KRIIISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!” Nothing. The water bubbled out of my ear. Ah, sweet relief. Just as I was about to grab her she took off in a frenzy toward the direction Curtis had disappeared in. The situation was immediately humorous to me and I started laughing, and it’s hard to descend and swim quickly while laughing. I couldn’t see Curtis yet, but I tried to swim to the side of Kristen so he would be able to see the both of us. Kristen caught up to him, through up her arms in panic, whipped her head around and looked shocked to see me directly behind her. She looked relieved then angry and I felt bad for being so obviously entertained by my life flashing before her eyes. Well, bad that she caught me anyway.

Curtis had no idea what had just transpired and thought she was angry that we passed the entry point, which was part of our original plan. He should know by now that both of us are too directionally impaired to have any idea where we are in the mine pits, let alone below the surface. We continued the dive, found what appeared to have been a snowmobile at one time and saw some more small fishes. We turned around to head back to the boat launch dock and once we surfaced had a good chuckle about the events that went down. It was nice to be able to desuit and pack up our gear without worrying about getting full of red dirt. Kristen and I even enjoyed a dip afterward. We drip dried in the sunny parking lot and ate a bunch of Nutter Butters before driving back to the cabin.

Unfortunately my nail polish didn’t survive the dive. At all. The polish came off in 10 perfectly shaped polish chips that resembled Lee press ons through the course of removing and packing all my gear.

Read Curtis’s version of the dive complete with photos here.

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