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Day Six: Diving, Part Deux, or Obsession, Cont.'

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Day Six: Diving, Part Deux, or Obsession, Cont.'

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We were up and done with breakfast early. To start the day, we lounged on the beach at Copamarina. I caught up the trip diary and wrote postcards; Bobby listened to his iPod.

Today was the day that we went snorkeling at the Wall: the coral reef at the Continental Shelf. It was a quick boat ride out, still in sight of the resort. We'd been seeing waves breaking out to sea without realizing that meant a coral reef. This dive was very different from Culebra. To step back and look at the whole picture, it was less spectacular. The reefs were smaller and more insular rather than one gigantically overwhelming piece. However it was also shallower and so better suited to snorkeling. We got more spectacular underwater pictures.

We were given a guided tour by the dive instructor. Of course, I ended up in a pack of flailing people kicking and slapping me in the head. Such is my luck. :^P The instructor point out lots of neat stuff, though (when I could see through the flailing arms!), most notably pancake anemones and three spiny lobsters. Then, we were turned out on our own.

We didn't get the dinner-plate-sized fish this time but the middle- and small-sized fish were so abundant that--at times--we merely had to aim the camera and were guaranteed to get something. Because the water was shallower, we could get right up to the fish too, and they minded us not one bit!

It was a two-hour dive and--once again--we were the first in and the last out!

We discovered in the process that our equipment is crap! At Culebra, we used rented gear. Bobby had dropped my mask and broken it, so I used a resort mask and snorkel and my own fins. Poor Bobby had a terrible time with his mask leaking and his snorkel getting blocked by the mechanism that is supposed to keep water our (not air!) The fins were hard to use and, after two hours of swimming, we both had the start of leg cramps from fighting them. So--conditions permitting--we are going out again on Saturday (with resort equipment) and visiting the Columbia dive shop when we get back for some better gear and to sign up for SCUBA.

When we returned, we had an early supper at Las Palmas and initiated our evening routine of floating in the pool then laying on the beach beneath the stars.

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We faced south at Copamarina, and so we were denied spectacular sunsets. However, the water did turn mildly iridescent...it was quite nice! Here is the Tiki hut at the beginning of the sunset.

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A little further along into the sunset....

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The clouds to the west, at sunset. I think there might be an example of an anti-crepuscular ray in this picture--though it could just be my nerdy, wishful thinking--where a cloud blocks a beam of sunlight and creates a "ray" of shadow.

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More Tiki hut/sunset action!

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And one of my favorite pictures (hence the icon)....

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Deeper into the sunset, looking straight out over the sea.

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Dawn breakin' out the goldfish bathing suit and giving the halter top a rest!

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Bobby in the pose to which he was accustomed: lounging on the beach and drinking a piña colada!
Oh, and the Bag of Weasels--a.k.a. my paper journal--makes a cameo on the table. Hee!

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