Dive Weekend Chapter 4: Lessons Learned, Forgotten Stuff, Random Thoughts
In the final chapter to wrap this little shindig up, I thought I would throw in some stuff that I learned, some stuff I forgot, and some random thoughts that I had in my little experience in the mine and the trip as a whole.
First up, let’s discuss the dive experience as a whole. Overall, I would say that it was an excellent time, and would do it everyday of the week and twice on Sunday. The people were very nice and were ready to help if needed. A few of the safety divers came up to me to let me know that because of the lack of experience that I had that they would be keeping an eye on me. Being the awesome dude that I am I said “Why don’t you jerk-offs keep and eye on this” and grabbed my junk. It was pretty sweet at the time, but not to smart, looking back on it.
The safety at the mine was outstanding. All of the divers are master divers (although there was one Apprentice Baiter their, he hoped to pass his test soon to be promoted to Master Baiter real soon) All have been diving for many, many years. If you are worried about safety when you dive then at this place you don’t have to worry about it. If I felt very comfortable (and I am NEVER comfortable around new people) diving there and so should you.
The only draw back to diving there is the temperature of the water. I can’t even put into words how fucking cool that water was and what a total shock to my system (and my testies, a.k.a James Blackfellow, the right one, and Julius Johansson, the left one. They are both very glad to meet you all), it was when I first jumped in the water. I have never experienced such a high shrinkage factor in my life. I felt like an 8 year old boy. But a nice 20 minuet hot shower and some jumping jacks got my boys to drop, and everything was back to their normal position, if you know what I‘m sayin’. So ladies you can stop worrying about them they are just fine.
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When I arrived at Reggie’s house in Overland Park his wife Chrissie made a comment about how much weight I have lost in my face (which of course gave me an instant woody, but that’s beside the point…). I told her thanks and to stop hitting on me right in front of her husband, it’s disrespectful.
As we were sitting around Reggies house just visiting (as my grand mother calls it) Reggie walked past the front of the house and said “The D, your car’s in the street.” The funny part is that he said it like it was no big deal. Like that happens all the time at his house. I really didn’t believe him at the time so about 5 minuets later I get up and check out the drive way and sure enough my car had rolled down his drive and was sitting in the middle of the street. It was, not half way in the street with the front wheels still in the driveway, the WHOLE CAR was in the middle of the street. My first thought was, that ain’t right, did I leave it in gear? Why is my car in the street? Reggie must have done something to my car. But he was in the same room with me the whole time. It had been snowing pretty good for a few hours and it just slid down the slope of the driveway. If Chrissie had not gotten off her ass, like a good wife, and shoveled the drive way it wouldn't have happened. But no one ran into it so it was no big deal. I just went out and moved it. No blood no foul is what I always say.
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I was supposed to have the stuff that I rented back to the dive shop on Monday afternoon, but because I am a moron, I kept forgetting about it and did not get it returned until Wednesday night. But the gravy part of it was that they did not charge me for having it back 2 days late. EXCELLENT I thought.
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One of the reasons I kept running out of air on every dive was because the BCD that I had rented kept leaking air. You see, the vest is connected to the tank via a hose (obviously) so you can put air in the BCD or take it our depending on if you want to sink or float. That crappy BCD just solidifies the whole reason for wanting to get my own gear but the vest it's self is 500 to 750 bucks.
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If you are thinking about getting certified don’t let my experience discourage you from getting it. It’s really a fun sport, but it’s an expensive sport. You could easily drop over 1000 bucks on purchasing your own gear but then you own it and you don’t have to worry about renting substandard stuff again.
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The pictures are up on my space page if you want too check those out (I'm not going to email them) but you will have to be my friend to see them. So come on, you know you want too see them you know you want to be my friend, Please? My page is so lonely.
I had unknowingly set my profile so you would have to know my last name or email address in order to send me a friend request. But I have turned that off so if you tried once before please do it again. I’m really sorry it was set like that, I apologize from the heart of my bottom, it will not happen again. Will you forgive me? Please?
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That was the Dive Quest hope you enjoyed it.
The End
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