I blame myself. Doug said he would drive down from Oregon to dive on Wednesday. I told him I would give him a report from the cove on Tuesday. I got to the cove during flood tide about an hour after the low. Conditions looked good, but not perfect. Pretty calm, with about 3-4 feet of viz. Only negative was a set of 4-5 foot rollers that stirred things up every 15 minutes or so. I forgot how spoiled Doug got after diving here for the last 50 years. He only dives in optimal conditions. After the report, he decided conditions did not justify the eight hour drive. He begged out.
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..but my wife, friend, brother, neighbor, and strangers on the street all counseled me not to dive alone. I am told discretion is the better part of valor. The abalone in the cove uttered a collective sigh of relief. I could hear them from the top of the bluff.
So - all I got to show for the day are some pretty pictures.
This is what we missed Doug....
But I did get a lot more brush clearing and tree cutting done.
The abalone are laughing at me.
I am a bitter man.