Not all recoveries
were terrifying, potentially dismembering events. Most were actually
fun and in the flat calm weather you could do it with your eyes
closed.
We set out one
afternoon in the Pacific that was as flat as the sea can get. Not a
hint of a swell or ripple. If you dropped a quarter or a shiny washer
overboard you could watch it sink for what seemed like hundreds of
feet. I’ve never seen water so clear.
It was a very hot
day so we launched the small boat a bit early so we could get a
little swim time in. We had a couple of grad students along for the
ride. As long as the weather was good we could take tourists out with
us. Most wanted better camera shots of the whole ship. You had a
better chance at getting a seat if you were cute and female(hey, we were young guys whose social lives at sea revolved around the graduate students who came to sea).
The Surface
Controller had vectored us over to the area where he had calculated
that Alvin was coming up. Once on the spot we killed the motor and
four of us jumped over the side while the coxswain stayed in the boat.
Wearing trunks, fins, mask and snorkel, I floated on my stomach alone
about 30 yards from the boat. Swimming in the open ocean is a very
different thing all together. This is definitely the deep end of the
pool. Looking at the sun's rays penetrating down into that infinite
depth with your ears submerged is a total sensory experience.
I could hear the
other swimmers and some noise from the small boat but in the
background was something else. It was very faint but I recognized it
right away, it was Alvin’s underwater telephone. At 13 kHz it was
right in the middle of the human audio band. I knew it was close so I
concentrated looking down and breathing through the snorkel. It
wasn’t long before I spotted it. Just a small white dot at the
limit of my vision.
Like a bad pixel on a
very large screen with all the rays of light dancing through the
water.
I lay perfectly
still with my arms out stretched watching Alvin get bigger and
bigger. It finally came to the surface about 50 yards in front of me.
There’s one good thing about being on the bottom of the learning
curve. They would never let you do that now. The lawyers have had
their hand in it and all the fun is gone from swimming now.
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