Scuba Diving in New England
A guest blogger!! Jen Kahn learned to scuba dive in a much warmer climate, Los Angeles, California. She moved to New England from L.A. a year and a half ago to work for Yankee Magazine and continues to enjoy the sport she loves, though her season is much shorter on this side of the map. I asked Jen to write about her most recent dive. Enjoy.
First Dive of the Season
by Jennifer Kahn
I would love to plunge into every ocean, lake, river, and mud puddle I come across. I’ve been underwater sightseeing in Fiji, Curacao, California, New York, New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine and Massachusetts, and can’t wait to add Connecticut and Rhode Island to the list. I’ve been dreaming about diving since the snow started to fall in November. In these dreams the water is 80 degrees and I can see into the deep blue.
To get through the colder months dive-free, I thought about going on vacation (too expensive). I thought about taking an ice diving class (brrr). Then March came along and the days got longer, the sun higher, and gardening season started. It was mid-June and I hadn’t even put a toe in the water. How could I have let it go this long? Would I even remember how?
Luckily I’ve found some like-minded souls in the Monadnock Dive Club. During the winter we meet once a month and talk about the diving we are going to do when it warms up. Or we drool over the vacation pictures from those members lucky enough to spend two weeks in Aruba, or two months in Florida. In June we switch to two meetings a month, since that’s when the diving starts. This year we scheduled a “tune up” dive at Stage Fort Park in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where we planned to practice skills, make sure our gear still worked, and maybe even see some fish.
The week before the scheduled dive I was a wreck. What should I bring to the dish-to-pass? How long was the drive? Would it be easy to find? I checked the weather forecast at least four times a day. Was it going to thunder? Would it be too cold? Was it going to be so hot that I would feel like I was going to pass out putting on my wetsuit? Oh no! My wetsuit! After 6 months of hibernation, would it even fit?
The Thursday before the scheduled dive I decided to find out. This was Thursday, June 12 – the week where it was 150 degrees out, with 99% humidity, and I had 700 mosquito bites.