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|Wednesday, January 21st, 2015|
I definitely need a cotton nightshift.
Aviation peeps know that the fiber of one's clothing is important in a fire. If you wear meltable synthetics in a plane crash (or RV fire or car crash with fireballs), your clothes will melt into your skin, and it will really suck when the ER folks try to debrade the foreign material out of the surface layer of your body. If your clothes are cotton or wool, though, they'll burn on the outside of your body, but won't melt into your skin. Yay for no sucktastic removal later on.
In USA's culture, it's relatively easy for guy passers to get work-appropriate all-cotton clothes. SRSLY, for lady passers, though? Pain in the ass. Just shop for that shit. It's a pain in the ass six layers deep. I think I found a $20 100% cotton dress on the Amazons the other day, though, so I have my fingers crossed that I can buy one of those in every color. Even if the size I ordered doesn't fit, i'll get six of the size that will. That's as rare as... what... unicorn...eyelashes? Paging Hermionie to AP extension 4498.
I worry about that in Tiny. Everything I own is unwrinkleable polyester, the miracle fabric. I seriously need something that won't kill me in a fire.
I'll be sleepin' nakey until there's a cotton solution.This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/890022.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Sunday, January 18th, 2015|
I'm no stranger to Laundromats. In previous relationships, I didn't mind them, because it was a great reason to get away from Naggy McNaggersons for a few hours.
Now, though, I delight in the Handsome Daniel's company, and I want to spend all the time with him that I can. While he thinks a laptop and a wifi card will do him, I think he's way too impatient to do his laundry at a Laundromat.
There's one about two blocks away. I keep our dirty laundry in an army backpack; it has plenty of room for the laundry detergent and the laundry and I can put another bag in it for lights and delicates and whatnot, and bike it over.
Our host, Fab Theresa, suggested we use her laundry. Ya, we gave her a washer and dryer that we had laying around, but we haven't installed it for her yet. She and I coordinate an evening that'll work for us, and we bring wine and we make dinner, and she provides the washer, dryer, electricity, water, and cats. Her job is to praise my awful cooking. I talk her ear off all night. I think it's a pretty sweet deal.
What about travel? When I wasn't grooving on the Laundromat (and before I had my own washer and dryer), I got a Wonder Washer
, a tiny spinner
, and I hung my clothes up to dry in the summer. I've since given both away for being too bulky (actually, if you want the spin dryer, it's still in our tub). That was great if you had space for both and a place to hang your washing.
Since then, the Scrubba
has been invented. It folds so small, it'll fit in your shoe. Nope, there's no comparably small spin dryer, so you'll have to roll your laundry in a towel to press out the extra water before you hang it up on your special, no pins needed, travel clothesline
I am a terrible salesman, because I'm not even making the amazon commission thing when I send you there.
But ok, ok, one more thing I want to show you is this adorable ironing system
. He's got fancy work shirts that need ironing, and I think we need this. He thinks we can build it for cheaper, but I think we have 1,000 other projects to do first, and we should just spend the money (even if we need the door to open to the left instead of the right) to get it right away. What do you think?This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/889617.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Winter and Laundry
Bighouse was about 1600 square feet. It had a fenced-ish yard if the dog wasn't very inquisitive and was afraid of the creek. It was built in a floodplain. While the whole house didn't flood while we lived there, it was only a matter of time that it would. It did flood under the house quite regularly, and if the pump couldn't keep up, it'd flood the heating ducts under the house and the heat wouldn't work at all. It happened before I visited there, and Daniel reports that it was cold and unpleasant.
Bighouse had a gas heater. As I recall, the fan that blew the warm air into the house was electric. The bedroom and bathroom near the furnace were plenty warm, but the kitchen and living room far from the heater, with all the big windows, were quite cold.
This winter is not a cold one, by Puget standards. We had a few days below freezing, but nothing approaching as low as 20 f. Maybe 23. That's good, because when it's under freezing, we don't have running water for TinyHouse. As long as we fill all our water bottles, we're cool. We didn't plan for it the first time, and Lika got all the water we had to spare. I was awful thirsty.
Doghouse one has a propane heater, but we haven't been able to test it on level ground to make sure that it won't burn the house down if we leave it unattended. We use an electric space heater that we got at Target for $50 or so, if I remember right. Although it is perfectly adequate for our demands, we wouldn't buy the same one again, because the plug and cord get hot if you leave it plugged in for a long time, and that's freaky. That said, we have never ever been cold. At night, except for the very coldest nights, we're always warm enough that the heater turns off automatically and we toss off the blankets. But we are two healthy adults and a big furry dog.
Sure, we get home and leave our coats on until the house warms up in 20 minutes or so, but that's barely enough time to put the groceries away and feed the dog. Daniel claims that our heater only warms it up 40 f above ambient temperature, but having nearly four hundred pounds of mammal in 164.5 square feet of insulated living space makes almost any weather we have around here quite comfy.
We were worried that our feet would be cold. Heat rises, and there's no basement to warm the air under Doghouse 1. We are delighted to report, though, that our feet are warmer now than they were in the kitchen and living room of Bighouse. So, yay, tiny. :)
Neither the Handsome Daniel or I mind weather very much, so I am surprised to report that an unexpected difficulty in Livin' Tiny is the dog's elimination needs. She's a bit prissy when it comes to leaving the warm dry house for the cold wet blowy outside, but she warms up to it after a few minutes. The quick pees, first thing in the morning and last at night, are hardest for her.
There's winter so far. The only other hardship has been finding hot water to rinse our dive gear in after winter dives (the same propane that heats tiny heats the tiny water, and we haven't been able to test that, either).This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/889424.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Saturday, January 17th, 2015|
|Relationships to Storage
I don't have very much in storage. A small box of summer wardrobe to swap out with a box of my winter wardrobe when the time comes, my trumpet and banjo(I was sure on the fence about keeping the banjo... the stereotypes of playing a banjo in a trailer in someone's backyard was a bit much for my sensibilities, see). Unfortunately, my running shoes are in storage, too; my logic was that I'd get them out once I figured out my shoe situation in tiny. Some books to read and then give away, my business paperwork, and my cabinet of yarn and needles. The scuba gear was all in storage, too, until we realized that that's a thing we really need closer. So we keep it in our host's garage with her permission. Also, my adorable push lawn mower is in storage until the grass starts growing again. Our unit is about two blocks away; I'll look like a dork this spring when I bring it home, but at least it wont be for too long. Or I could just walk across peoples' lawns on my way and mow a stripe. But once it's here, it'll live in the garage.
Daniel... uh, I think, generally, the Daniel equivalent of the stuff I put in storage he put in Tiny, and the stuff I got rid of, he put in storage. It's not because he wanted to keep the stuff, either. The move snuck up on him and he didn't have time to give away as much as he wanted in the time that remained. This closet is an example (I think it's funny); we found the tape measure, so I can tell you that, hanging left to right, the closet is 26" Daniel stuff, and 7" Xine stuff. It's not that he looooves those shirts. He just hasn't yet made the time to cull stuff.
So. Shoes. I don't know how Handsome Daniel can get by with one pair. I have black heels, black flats, a pair of slippers, bike shoes, and winter boots. I also have a so-ugly-they're-cute grey pair of puma casual shoes I am embarrassed to say I couldn't toss, but their time is coming because I really need to make room for my running shoes, ok? And those are all the shoes left after
I ruthlessly culled my shoes. And I didn't think I had that many shoes. OMG shoes.
We have boxes in storage that we're going to donate to thrift shops, but it's too rainy these days for the cardboard to survive in the bed of the truck. There is also a lot of electronics that we want to safely dispose of. Once we get that stuff out of there, we can move to a smaller storage unit.
Well, unless we get a hanger for the plane we're building. Then it can all go in the hanger. Yay for tiny!This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/889301.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Friday, January 9th, 2015|
The Handsome Daniel and I have different opinions about what comes into Doghouse 1, and we both brought too much. But one brought a lot more than the other.
As far as percentage of possessions, the dog brought almost everything she owned- two boxes of toys, her food, some treats, and her comb, nail clippers and dog dremel. But she owns the least.
I brought the next largest bunch of things. I moved about five years ago and got rid of most of my stuff then, but for this move, I culled without mercy. Every time I looked at the closet in Tiny, it got smaller and smaller, so I got rid of shoes and clothes and coats and you name it. I was ruthless, but I was so excited to be going tiny, it wasn't in the least bit painful. I got rid of a sentimental trumpet i'd been hanging on to for the wrong reasons, and I didn't regret it one bit. I would have regretted it just five years ago, so there's some growing I've done.
The stuff I want in Doghouse 1 is beautiful, space efficient, and functional. I didn't keep anything that I thought was kind of OK. If it wasn't an exemplary thingy, I got rid of it. If I need a thingy for that job in the future, I'll buy the best one the Amazons can sell me.
For those sentimental things that we didn't have room for? Well, we took a picture and got rid of them. A thing of two of the sentimentalist sort made it into Tiny, but Daniel's son's drawings and framed pictures and such are in storage.
Daniel gave away by far the largest percentage of his stuff, but he also brought the most stuff into Tiny. Also, he elected to keep stuff that I thought was baffling. Kitchen appliances we haven't used in a year? Oh, he wants to start using them again. This pot that makes more food than we can eat in a week, which doesn't fit in the fridge? He wants to keep it. Since my argument for getting rid of it was "ugh too much packing i'm going to bed," it all made the cut.
A lot of Daniel's stuff kinda snuck in the house because he didn't cull or pack his personal stuff (bathroom stuff and clothes and stuff) until the last minute. Once I find my camera, I'll take a picture of the closet because it'll be good for a laugh. It's packed with the Handsome Daniel's clothes. I've got one suit in there.
Most of the stuff we got rid of were duplicates or redundant. We had four coffee makers, for example, and used zero of them, since we cold-brew our coffee in mason jars. And the drill press we gave to Mark? Daniel never used it even once. We're glad to be rid of it, since most of that stuff was just stuff.This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/888870.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Thursday, January 8th, 2015|
|Livin' Tiny: On the Subject of Claustrophobia
I wish you a very merry Bowiemas to you all, on this birthday of Our Lord and Savior David Bowie.
So my Daniel and my dog and I all live tiny. I think I enjoy it most, and the dog enjoys it least. Of our 134.5 square feet of floorspace, I estimate that about 36 feet is dog-walkable hallway. Lika spends her time in the 12 square feet by the front door, where we have the Soggy Doggy Doormat (O god, I don't have the spoons to fix the url now, sorry, so it's below). It's a feckin' awesome rug for coming in the house and getting the wet and leaves off shoes and paws.
Anyhow, where was I? The dog was never very active in Bighouse, but she could wander from room to room. Now in tiny, I think she considers home to be just a very large crate. She'll walk up the hallway to sit by someone who is eating at the table (I do have to post pictures, dont' I?), but she spends her free time on the doormat.
We're not any of the flavors of claustrophobic- we don't mind small spaces or things like scuba masks around our faces. I'm pretty good at saying, "I'm waiting to get by you to get at the accordion," and Daniel is good at noticing that my hands are wet and handing me a towel from the bathroom or the kitchen. We both like physical contact, to shimmying past each other to get at the bed/bathroom/computer/wine/front door is no big deal.
Except for the bathroom, the house is all communal space. I have always loved the convenience of living tiny, and I love it even more so when things are very tiny. Cooking, working, cleaning, and recreating are almost always within arms reach, and kissing your loved one is no more than a step away, and it's nice. Yes, I do need the occasional break from the Handsome Daniel; just saying, "Hey, cutie, I want a little quiet time for an hour and a half or so," has worked for me.
We have electricity, which I love, and running water, which I also love. I'd be hard pressed to choose between them, since the electricity is also our heat. I love me some running water, but I'd probably pick the heat. We didn't have water during a freeze the other week, and that was a little inconvenient, but I doubt i'd make it without the heat.
We haven't gotten the grey or blackwater tanks fixed, so we're peein' in a bucket for now. It is no big deal to me, as long as we have water to wash my hands after.
I am also crazy passionate about composting, and The Humanure Handbook is just about the best read I've had in ten years. But let's talk about the bathroom, eh?
The Tiny Bathroom is tiny. Until we have the blackwater tank fixed, we have two Luggable Loos and we fill about one and a quarter of them in a week. That's, what, sevenish gallons of wee to find a home for? Also, yes, we found a home for it. But two five gallon buckets in an already tiny bathroom that already has a marine head plumbed into the floor makes for some tiny quarters. It's a good thing we don't want to use the shower, because we're using the tub for storage for other stuff (an inexplicable box of wires, an electric spin dryer, and two five gallon buckets of human wee, specifically). Did I mention we pee in a bucket?
Besides literally having only enough room to change your mind in the bathroom, it's not that bad. The sink isn't large, but it's deep, so there's still plenty of room to wash your hands or brush your teeth or... what else is there in a bathroom? Daniel shaves in the kitchen, which is bewildering, because the mirror is in the bathroom. But I don't shave my face, so I don't know.
To close this note, I will relate to you that some fuckknuckle stole my warhorse of a bike last week. I got a new gremlin of a bike from 2nd Cycle Tacoma(links also below- sorry about my spoonlessness, it's embarrassing), and I'm really loving him. http://www.amazon.com/Soggy-Doggy-26-Inch-Microfiber-Chenille/dp/B00758B0BI/ref=pd_bxgy_petsupplies_text_yhttp://www.2ndcycle.org/This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/888730.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Tuesday, January 6th, 2015|
So I really am going to get to the meat of what it's like to give away almost everything you own and move into a Tiny House, and what-all that entails, but these Tiny Adjustments are what I have energy for after an 8 hour job and an hour or three of commuting and laundry and dog-dinner and suchlike.
Ugh, my drink is too far to reach when I put it in the kitchen. I'll have to put it in the boudoir. Ok, it's not really a boudoir. It's mostly Daniel's clothes. And, inexplicably, a BB rifle. How'd that get in there?
So, the adjustment. For Bowiemas this year, my pal gave BigDog Lika a dried oily salmon skin. She is enjoying the everloving eff out of it, but she got oily salmon bits on the floor where she was chewing it! Oh no!
It took two salvaged restaurant napkins and six sprays of vinegar to mop the kitchen and entryway floor that she had salmonified. I would estimate it was 25 seconds of cleaning.
25 seconds. Washing the salmon bits off my feet in a TinyBathroom took a bit longer, and involved some TinyYoga that impressed me even while I was doing it.
I'm thinking of an essay about watching your loved one go tiny. I'm also flirting with telling you about our storage space. If anyone is reading, what's interesting about going Tiny?This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/888393.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Sunday, January 4th, 2015|
Our TinyHouse is a thirty year old camper trailer, from before what they call the "Four Season Trailer" era. So all the websites were warning me that, even burning the heat day and night, there wouldn't be the insulation in the floor to keep our feet warm.
Well, it doesn't get so cold in the Puget Trough, but we think the high twenties is plenty cold. Still, our tootsies have been even warmer in TinyHouse than in the BigHouse.
I'm still mighty grateful for the slippers I got for Xmas, though.This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/887605.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Saturday, January 3rd, 2015|
|Escape from Bighouse
I think the memory burned most solidly in my mind for 2014 was the morning Daniel backed Doghouse1 into the driveway, parking it perfectly between the boat and the Porsche. I was literally scared shitless helping back him in, so I needed a break for the bathroom even before we started.
So now we live in a TinyHouse! It's a 164.5 square foot trailer. We've only been living here since December 19th, so we're still unpacking and figuring out where things go. I was pretty excited when we found the silverware.
We have lots of pictures documenting the move out of the BigHouse, but this is the last load we loaded out on New Year's day, as the new folks were. I guess the scrap metal guy who said he wanted our stuff wasn't actually all that into scrap metal. That made an unexpected trip for us, but what the H. That's the burden of having stuff.
Freddle would be excited for me. I sure miss her.This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/887353.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
|Monday, June 23rd, 2014|
Dive 519 3/30 Three Tree
Dive 520 4/7 Cove 2
Dive 521 5/10 Three Tree
Dive 522 5/26 Junk yard
I went with Mark and Daniel, and Mark’s suit was pretty leaky.
Dive 523 6/22 Junk yard I think I’m caught up. I just got a camera and underwater housing, so I might be more interested in writing up my dives. I think the battery ran out while it was waiting for us to go diving, so it reset itself to 1/1/2002 12:00 and portrait mode, even though I’d had it set up for macro pictures. I got a crab in focus, as well as a Mark and a Daniel, but that’s about it. The baby grunt sculpin I took a picture of didn’t quite turn out. Heh.
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|Saturday, March 8th, 2014|
It had been so long since I went for a dive that I almost didn't believe this one was happening. Daniel and I, after, discussed how we had grimfacedly faced this dive, going come hell or high water. It was neither hell nor highwater, but I did have to pee very badly, and I am loath to wee in the bushes the way the guys do.
Anyhow, we did go for a dive at three tree. 117 ft, 40 minutes. Daniel took my picture at the cute little bowling ball pyramid, and i was delighted to find a grunt sculpin at about 107. Just after I'd found that one, Mark flashed us to come see what he had. "This had better be cooler than a grunt sculpin," I thought, as i swambled over. It arguably was. Some folks love grunt sculpins, and some folks love stubby squids. I am a stubby lover. So to find and admire a stubby squid was a delight to me. After Daniel had finished his sculpin pictures, he came over to admire Mark's squid. He also got the squid to sit in his hand. By that time, the squid was both pissed and terrified, so I wafted him off to the substrate. I was pleased to see him turning beautifully burgundy again before he even got within five feet of the ground.
I really, really enjoyed that dive. Soon after, though, I got so cold as to be completely miserable. I think we saw some stuff after that- nudibranch of a species or two, ans a couple of genera of starfish. I saw a cryptonudibranch, which I would explain to someone as a nudibranch that tries to look like a hydrozoan, but that's like saying, "It's a thing you've never heard of that's analogous to a slug and it's hard to find because it looks like an animal that's analagous to nothing you've ever heard of but is commonly called a moss animal to people who don't call it a hydrozoan which is nobody." So, yeah. If a tic tac spread out into a honeycomb of goo, that's what I found.
But after that, i was so cold and miserable that I wept and snotted into my mask so much that I had to repeatedly clear it. I pulled up my big girl panties to the extent one can in a drysuit and followed my leader until he said my safety stops were over. Still, we had a buddy who bailed on his safety stops most of the way through them, (though he reported his computer said he was ok to exit the water) so we surfaced with him.
Then we went to a restaurant and ate and ate.
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|Monday, January 27th, 2014|
Daniel, Mark and I went to Dash Point for a dive. Even if you're not a diver, i think Dash Point is a lovely park.
In the course of the pre-dive negotiations, where I am liable to ask, "Shall I make reservations at the restaurant?" after five minutes, the dog and i wandered off. She proceeded to poo the biggest poo i have ever known her to poo. It took both hands, and still barely fit in a breadbag, and I had to go back after with my dive water to try to clean off the area.
Also in the course of my pre-dive beachcombing, i found a young oyster on shore. None of us were sure if he were alive or dead, so I walked out on the pier until I could see eelgrass on the substrate before I threw him in. I had high hopes, but one can never be sure if a beach find is alive or dead.
Mark and were ready long before Daniel, but when we were all ready to go, I am delighted to report that I found the same oyster i'd thrown off the pier, agape and alive, and filtering the water for lunch.
There's a religion where it's their job to show mercy to animals. I blame them for the pacific oysters and lobsters I find in puget sound. But I don't call that mercy. But i'm rather an asshole when it comes to animal rights. It would be kinder not to trap the animals at all. But then, i guess the kind of folks who release lobster and crab aren't the same folks who eat them the rest of the year.
The dive was fun. Some of it, i spent looking for fishing lures. It was like easter, except i was protecting the wildlife I loved. I saw a stubby squid, and Daniel got some great pictures.
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|Saturday, January 18th, 2014|
Peter, Mark, Daniel and I dove at the very busy Three Tree today. I was worried that the neighborhood would call he parking police on us again, but Mark pointed out that the residents don't mind divers so much (we can find the anchor blocks for their yachts for them) as much as the fishermen (goddamnit, you're standing on my private beach!).
Also, I realized today that I don't think of myself as a very skilled diver, but that I will assume that it is likely that I am more skilled than my buddy and I should lead the dive. If my buddy were someone whom I knew to be more skilled, folks I know, like Eric, or Koos, I'd let them lead if they wanted to. But most folks- even if they told me they were a course director, I'd follow behind them checking my navigation to the same degree that I would do if I were leading. Daniel is the best navigator I know, and he does the same thing. No matter who leads, he knows his navigation skills are better, and he will follow behind them, checking to make sure his navigation matches theirs.
Also, I saw a very handsome barnacle on this dive. And the ickle anemone were so goddamned cute. I tried to pick up a little bitty pink anemone to show it so someone, but it retracted into its body when i touched its pebble. But cuuuute.
Also, i got to be the star
* of this dive and found a Wolf Eel on this dive. Unhiply, my ear effed up, and I couldn't get down to the cabin cruiser to see the Giant Pacific Octopus that was down there. I tried to pass Peter to Daniel when I couldn't equalize, but Peter was adamant that he would stay with me, so we went back to shore together.
*There were a couple of bloodstars and leatherstars on this dive- ok, five bloodstars, and four leatherstars. I had Daniel take a picture of a slime star I found; I was very excited, especially in light of the wasting disease, because it was the first one i had found at Three Tree. I also found one very fat false ochre star, but that was it in the sea star department. Not a single pink star, sunflower star, Dawson's star, Ochre star, rose star, Cookie cutter star, or Stimpson's star. No mudstar or batstar. There was an ailing false ochre or two.
I'm glad I loved them before they disappeared, because, goddamn, i miss them.
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|Tuesday, January 14th, 2014|
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Ok, whups, i missed logging some dives. I think i missed a dive or two in my list, too. But, anyhow, sunday, Daniel and Cliff and I went to cove 3 and I had a great time for twenty minutes, even if i miss the starfish terribly. I saw a leather star and a couple of sad looking false ochre stars, but that was it. I also saw some other echinoderms, and Daniel found a good sized green urchin. The remaining 26 minutes of the dive were spent cold and fighting my right ear. But I did see tons and tons of pink blobby things that I think are what flying tic-tacs do when they rest on the silt.
We have a dive scheduled for tomorrow, and I sure hope we go. If our pal Peter can't come, maybe we can go to Mukilteo.
|Friday, January 3rd, 2014|
I love you, Treasure. I hope your day is fab.
|Sunday, November 3rd, 2013|
|Dive 510, 511
We had a lovely dive off Alki last week with Mark and Daniel. I loved the wildlife I saw- really interesting starfish and tubeworms. There were loads and loads of horned shrimp. I couldn't help but think that their fear response is kind of useless.
A harbor seal made a couple of passes, and I felt bad for the harbor seal at the aquarium. Such a small enclosure. Also a stubby squid. Daniel found a mostly decomposed space heater down there, and Mark came up to it and tried to warm himself up. It was cute.
Another dive yesterday with Mark, while Daniel and Cliff did their own dive. I was awfully cold. Really cold. We found a little boatwreck just out of sight of the no-swim line. Nearby, we found a dead juvenile harbor seal. She was pretty recently deceased- she still had all her skin and whiskers. She was pocked with shrimp scavenging off of her, though. I also saw a gravid whitespotted greenling nearby, just before I found a lost mares fin.
I saw an unfamiliar species of barnacle, and I was all excited. After the dive, I commented on that, and Mark says, "You can tell barnacles apart?"
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|Thursday, October 24th, 2013|
Daniel, Mark and I went for a dive at cove two tonight. We were gonna meet at six, but traffic was so awful, we didn't get there until six thirty. Still, we all reported that we enjoyed our dive. We saw three stubby squid, and Daniel got one to sit happily in his hand. I was amazed. Our max depth was 90 feet, and it was just exactly an hour. We all saw lots of great stuff. If i'd had a camera, i would have taken a picture of a sharp nosed crab covered in one huge barnacle and yellow encrusting sponge. He was so perfectly part of his little Hollowed Log environment, I wanted to show him to Daniel. But I couldn't take the environment that made him so amazing over to Daniel, so I didn't try.
Lots o' good fishies on this dive. There were two gunnels trying to get out of a bottle at the same time, and they got stuck. I poked one in the face, which made him back up. Then his made could decide if she wanted to swim out or back up, and she backed up, too.
Some octopus. Horned shrimp. Loads of perch. Some tube snout. Generally a good time. This entry was originally posted at http://piemancer.dreamwidth.org/885383.html. Please comment there using OpenID.