I have not posted as much as I like lately and not much about diving. My brain is a little scattered by a new contract, where I’m encountering a steeper learning curve than expected, or perhaps I’m a touch slower than advertised, jury is still out on that, but meh. Also we have not been diving in a while (I’m not ready for ice diving, doubt I will ever be) and most of you already know all of my scuba stories.
As a historian, which I guess I am, I’m a little obsessed with primary sources. As you may know, history is the study of the past (no shit Sherlock), as far as it can be glimpsed through the written word. That’s why prehistory refers broadly to the period before writing was invented, the realm of archaeology, anthropology, paleontology.
You clicked because of the picture yes? I told you marketing works. Before you accuse me of any type of objectification, the long time friend in the above waters is a founding member of D&C and gave express permission for the pic’s use. So there.
The above picture proves how advanced a diver I am. Cue the sarcasm beers.
I’m by no stretch of the imagination a master of scuba diving. I’ve been at it for a little bit, but I don’t dive as much as I would like (well who does?). Diving locally means cold green water with low viz and depressed fishes. It has some appeal, but it wears thin quickly. Scuba in the Caribbean has spoiled me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still getting the goose fat ready for my face for a short dive trip later this year, but given the choice? Less dry suit and more rash guard. Believe it or not, I’ve met some people who preferred the contrary. No accounting for tastes yeah?
You know those barely planned trips where everything falls into place just right? This was one of those. It went a little like this: wow there’s a great deal on airfare to Great Exuma, where’s Great Exuma? The Bahamas. This small beach house is available for rent, who wants to go? You? You? Pack your bags. Done.