Growing up, my father had endless stories of his exploits as a diver in the early 60s.  Back then, diving was fraught with much more danger.  The equipment was archaic; for example, when you were down to 100 p.s.i. of air, a switch on the tank would flip automatically, cutting off your air.  You then had to reach around and turn it back on to start the air flowing. This occurred with no warning, the first you knew of it was when you tried to take a breath of air and nothing happened...yeah, wacky.

Diving is so much more advanced these days, but it still retains its inherent dangerousness.  It is an environment that is alien to us, but compelling none the less.  This series will explore that side of this sport.  Watching Jacques Cousteau with my father and listening to his stories fascinated me.  On becoming older, I took up the sport and my father recertified with me and we dove together, the culmination of a dream come true for a little boy.  He is an excellent diver, very careful and acutely aware of how to be a responsible dive buddy.  The pieces that will be showcased on this page have been inspired by my father’s lifelong fascination with the ocean and its treasures and beauty. 

We will follow the adventures Bob and Russ, the founders of The Otters Club, but with modern equipment.