Though most of you don’t care much about scuba diving, I wanted to tell you about a memorable dive I made a few weeks back. I started rating my dives recently and that one definitely scored an ‘A’. I was diving with my buddy of that week and the scuba doc who had I met the year before in Turks and Caicos and who just happened to be there in San Salvador.
It was the first dive of the day and therefore the deepest of the two. When diving multiple times a day, it’s customary for your dive profiles to get shallower and shallower. We quickly descended to a hundred and twenty feet or so, following a wall covered by large barrel sponges in which a person could have easily fit. I didn’t really get deep diving until last year in T&C where I realized that deep down, below the shallow reef and colorful fish population, there was a quieter, colder but impressive and lonelier world.
So anyway, my two buddies and I were swimming along and instead of examining every crevice and cavern, looking for the hidden and the rare, I looked up. I was facing the wall and the reef a hundred feet above me, bathed in sunlight. Behind me, the ‘blue’, the deep ocean, above, the sun, bright, playing with the surface of the water. It was an amazing view, virtually limitless in every direction.
I stopped for a second and signaled my buddies. There is no sign that I know to tell them, underwater: “Look how beautiful this is. Stop for a moment. Look at that wall, that world before us.” They looked quickly thinking I was pointing them towards a whale, a spaceship or Neptune dressed as Captain Kirk. I was making big gestures with my arms, levitating mid-water, looking amazed, impressed, wide eyed. They looked again, understanding maybe that I was telling them “Stop for a moment, look at how beautiful this is”.
Then, 1…2…3… as we were looking up at the top of the reef, as if I had planned it all along, two large Hammerhead sharks appeared above, slowly swimming down from the edge of the wall towards us, towards the blue and away. It was grand.
