GRRRR! I couldn't sleep the night before and just didn't have the energy required to dive on Saturday--VERY DISAPPOINTING! On the plus side I finally got to meet some really great people, Robert, Andrew and Terry!
Terry, AKA Duckbill, went way above and beyond the call of duty trying to get my wife and I in the water: much thanks buddy! Looking forward to next year, and I'm really hoping to have the sleep-thing under control, because it's TOTALLY-BS being tired all the time...
Thats too bad JB. I can say that its happened to me too. Luckily not on a trip though. In the past I've let deadlines at work affect my personal life. I can't wait til I'm old like Jerry so I can retire and enjoy diving all the time.
I hope you get that under control too and get out diving soon.
Well, I gotta say, just seeing the fish was worth the price of admission! While watching from the the fish hatchery, I was thinking, "Huh, the water's not very deep and very rocky... WAIT... the freakin' rocks are moving!" There were so many fish massing just below the surface that it looked like giant boulders. Every once in a while you'd see one of them leap up and splash back down: these were on the average just under four feet long. Every once in a while one would rocket into the air, launching itself about eight to ten feet trying to propel itself over the secondary damn where Terry, Robert and Andrew were diving.
On the way home we found a fruit stand and got two flats of "Indian Peaches": these are a very old variety with a very intense flavor, and I've never had them before. If you ever have a chance at them, they are well worth the effort to get them, YUM!
We also saw a Golden Eagle just outside of Yuma. At first I thought it was a Turkey Vulture, but was far too large, and was missing the white markings under the wings that Condors and Vultures have: it also beat it's wings too many times, as Vultures are extremely efficient while gliding.