Diving
The Clinton & Miller Lite
depth 170ft and 150ft
respectively
Pompano Beach Florida Sunday July 20th, 2003
Boat: Brownies Reef Roamer
After quite a few
shallower dives lately, on the Mercedes, Tracey and Scutti I was
looking forward to having some fun on something a little deeper and
taking my scooter out for a run, Scootie had been very miserable
seeing me go out without him so many times recently. The
previous day I had been out on the reef but using my drysuit because
I was testing out a new argon bottle mounting on my 104's ready for
my trip up to NC the following week. I had been hot and
sweaty underwater. Today I decided to treat myself
and dive in my Skin with a little hooded vest and be more
comfortable. I don't know how it is for you but for me
sometimes I just feel as if I want to really communicate with
the water and for me wearing as little suit as possible is a great
way to do that.
Myself, Dave C, Dean and Tom Scott made up the scooter team
with two buddy pairs, and Cliff M. and John B. made up a
swimming team. We had a fun dive
project planned, and even got out the white board to set up
the plan so that we would all be clued in
properly. I love dives that have a little bit of a
goal or a mission. The plan was that the scooter team
would drop in on the Clinton which is a small Dredge sunk at about
170ft. We would shoot the hook and float back to the
surface directly using a lift bag, then proceed to spend about 20
minutes on the wreck. After 20 minutes we would
assemble our team and scooter due North to the Miller Lite which is
about 800ft away and using the Northbound current to assist us (a
much better Idea than trying to scooter against
it). After 20 minutes from our drop
the boat would go to the Miller Lite and drop the swimming team
there for a dive on that wreck. The swimming team would
set the hook on the second wreck. and we would
unite with them when we arrived there. Then at the end
of the dive we would unhook from the wreck and drift deco with the
float ball. This is pretty much SOP for us
but this time we had the added fun of two wrecks instead of one.
After a really pleasant sunny ride up to the wrecks we dropped in
the hook and waited. Hmmm.. there was quite a
strong north current and a rather large wake around the
ball. Yep today was one of those high current days
but the ball was still on the surface and not sucked under so that
is a good sign :-)... We made two quick
drops, first Dean and Dave, followed closely by Tom and
I. As I hit the water the
visibility was a bit crummy and I had some difficulty figuring where
the line was and how fast we were drifting. Then
finally I spotted it and quickly dropped down scootering, checking
to make sure Tom was OK and still in sight. He was right
there :-). After a few seconds the
Clinton came into view... and BRRRRR...... the next big shock was
the change in temperature.. Good Grief... it was FREEZING down
here. I couldn't believe how cold it was, and gloomily
remembered how hot I had been yesterday at 30ft in my superfluous
drysuit!!! I saw Dave and Dean working
to free the hook and send it up, it was a tough job today since
Capt. Chuck had been in great form and dropped the hook firmly
in the well in the centre of the wreck where it was gripping firmly. A perfect bullseye!.
I tried to help them from above by relieveing the tension on the
line a bit but the current was making it difficult to make
progress. Eventually the hook was free and off it
went to the surface. Tom and I hung out together
on the deck and compared temperatures on our UWATECs.
Jeez, mine
said 93 degrees!! the temperature that had been at the
surface, Tom's said 87 degrees. It takes a long
time for these gauges to react to temperature change.
Although artificial, the Clinton is an interesting wreck since there
is plenty of machinery laying around to look at and it isn't the
usual "just another freighter". I had not
dived it since October 2001 and It seemed smaller than I
remembered. Probably because I didn't have a scooter back
then! We did the usual tour around and then
dropped down to the sand and up through the centre of the wreck. The
wreck has a huge profile, deck at about 150ft and parts even
at 120ft but I was surprised to hit 174ft on my depth
gauge at the sand, it was a bit deeper than I remembered
too. On the starboard side there is a small
blast hole close to the bottom and Tom zipped down there to inspect
it. I stayed above a little bit and watched,
it was way to cold to follow him down there. I could already
feel the chill beginning to set in. I glanced at
my timer wondering if I would be too cold make the scheduled time
and to my surprise Dean and Dave showed up already signaling us to
get in formation to go to the other wreck. We were
only 10 minutes into the dive. I had a little
private chuckle here knowing how much Dave loves cold water and sure
enough they were ready to get the heck out of there early.
We set off, heading due north with the current, and at a depth of
about 130ft. We scootered along, maintaining contact with our
lights but keeping as spread out as possible to increase our chances
of hitting the second wreck. I stopped a few times to
let Tom catch up ;-)... After about 5 minutes I saw Tom
suddenly cut to the right, and looking at my compass I wondered what
was up, because I knew I was going North
correctly. After another 10 seconds I saw the
large hulk of the second wreck come into
View. The other team had run into the anchor
chain slightly earlier and followed it to find the
wreck. As always it was very satisfying to
reach our second target. The deck of the Miller
Lite was at about 125-130ft and my temperature was now showing
64 degrees. I was wondering what the temperature
must have been at 170 on the Clinton.. NO WONDER we were cold, I
think it must have been something with a 5 as the first digit, and
very interesting in a 1/2 mil skin!!!!!. Dean
swore later he could see icicles on his mouthpiece at the gas switch
:-). We had arrived early at the wreck, and
there was no line. As we held back in the sand it
was fascinating to see the hook coming down as the boat prepared to
drop the swimming team. It bounced and skipped
across the deck. Dean quickly grabbed it and
tried to hook it on. Tom and I scootered around
the wreck at about 140ft or so and I found myself gradually creeping
towards the shallowest parts of the superstructure trying to get
some relief from the cold temperatures. I
also realized that I was breathing way to hard because of the cold
and I decided to end the dive. I was happy to see
an enthusiastic head shaking and a thumb from from Tom when I did
this. We went back to the upline just in time to
see Dean and Dave clipping off their empty stage bottles to
it, and the bottles passed us as we approached the line on
their merry way to the surface. I told them we
were leaving and off we went. As we watched from
above I saw the swimming dive team arrive at the wreck and attempt
to set the hook and shoot the anchor up on a lift
bag. With the weight of myself and Tom on the line
and the pull from the current they were struggling
considerably. To help them out we released the
line and used our scooters to stay in position until they were
done. On reaching 70ft the line was still not
unhooked and as we made our gas switch we drifted off and Tom sent
up a lift bag which was much more comfortable than waiting on the
line for them to finish their dive. We
had a nice peaceful deco, interrupted only by a very obnoxious
ocean trigger fish who didn't seem to understand that I was 100
times larger than him, and the fish was quite
aggressive. I wasn't at all happy about this
as I watched that nasty spine he was sticking up on top but finally
he swam away and left us in peace.
Dean and Dave surfaced not too long after us, and then
we waited on the boat for Cliff and John to finish their
dive. It's always fun afterwards listening to
everyone's dive experiences and dive stories, and everyone
always on a high and talking at once.
Despite the cold temperatures we all had a good time, and the dive
plan had worked out pretty smoothly :-). All in all a
wonderful way to finish the weekend.
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