It’s strange how in May the summer days stretch out before
me, endless, like a 1000 page diary waiting to be written in, but in September,
it feels as though it all passed in the blink of an eye.
I feel like I packed
so much into the summer: the Ohio trip, Wazee weekend, and northern Wisconsin,
not to mention the trips to Pearl Lake and Haigh Quarry. In all I’ve logged 50 dives this summer, but I have to ask myself, come November, will it be
enough? Will I make it on pool dives
until we dive in the clear warm waters of Curacao in January? Can I live vicariously through National
Geographic specials and old Sea Hunt episodes?
We set an aggressive schedule and dived it hard, and yet, I
still want to squeeze out a few more dives before the dry season comes. We’re
hitting Pearl today and Haigh again next weekend to finish up a Rescue Diver
and Night Diver specialty. I added two
more trips to Pearl before they close for the season, and of course open water
pumpkin carving on October 5th.
I always think, when sitting outside on a particularly
beautiful day, that it would be wonderful if only I could scoop up some of that
warmth, that sunshine, that feeling of well-being and store it in a jar to take
out in the heart of winter. It’s the
same with my dives. Alas, this sort of happy day storage is not possible, so I
am stuck simply making as many memories as I can to use a bridge to the next
time I can splash into the water, float weightlessly, and blow bubbles.
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