Scuba Tales

I’d forgotten about dive tables.

They were the bane of my existence in 1982 — well, one long night in 1982, when I got my junior certification — and again this evening. I’ll just never get the gestalt of dive tables. Just do one thing at a time, and don’t try to think about the next or previous steps.


Anyway, it took a while, but I can do them again.

Wednesday night we’ll be back in the pool, with cool equipment and no tables to deal with. I like Wednesday night.


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