The weather was no better today. Ports were closed again, both on the mainland and over on Cozumel. Already we had decided against trying to go over there for more dives, even if it was an option. It was a bit of a hassle, and the visibility wasn’t that great. And this was about as good as it got from our balcony view.
So we’re going to be getting some money back from this trip. But we’re mask half-full people. While this was supposed to be a 24-dive trip, it became a vacation with four-dives tied into it.
And here are the photos from our second dive yesterday, the the second in the sea and fourth overall. My lovely bride wanted to a see a turtle that was at least this big.
(And she did. I have video. You’ll see it next week.)
I found a lobster out in the open in the daytime, a rare sight.
And, of course, the ever-present brown bowl sponge.
And another one.
And one more.
I let the current — more accurately, I wisely agreed to not fight the inevitable — float me over one outcrop, between two others and looked to my left to see these grunts hiding out from the water’s energy.
A few more reef fish.
I don’t believe I’ve ever noticed a conch quite like this.
And now I get photobombed at 50-plus feet.
I think she was trying to say, “You have enough photos of these things.”
Some sort of triggerfish. This one always stumps me.
But we all know what kind of ray this guy is. Rays are intriguing and weird and beautiful, all at once.
How many different kinds of fish can you name from this photo? I have four.
At our safety stop we took an anniversary photo. Fifteen years! Almost to the hour.
A few moments later, my dive buddy is at the surface.
And one of the saddest photos you can take on a dive. Here’s the bottom of the boat, and the end of our dive.
Tomorrow, we’ll head back home, and start planning our next trip — probably not to Mexico — which is already a long wait away.
