I stopped by my LDS on the way home from work (where I was told Kamala had just called
) & picked up a tank. I was so excited to get back in the water that I completely forgot to stop by the store for coffee & cream- tomorrow morning's going to be hard.... 
Dropped the tank at the wall, grabbed my gear & got it all together. My first & only little glitch- I had forgotten that my custom mouthpiece had been replaced in Bonaire by CyclingMike when he used it for the double tank dive that they did. Shrugged it off, geared up & walked right into the ocean....Kicked out past the first set of buoys & dropped down. We have been having some storms come through so the visibility wasn't the greatest- perhaps 25 feet with lots of particles in the water. No worries- I wasn't going out to see anything anyway- just wanted to get wet & meditate a little. That's exactly what I did.
There was a very slight north current, practically nonexistant, but a moderate amount of surge. I headed east until I was fully on the reef & sort of pointed myself south. I didn't plan to go anywhere or see anything- I just floated along, hovering between 11-14 feet most of the time with an occasional kick. I just floated along feeling to myself breathe & relax- thinking about whatever came to mind. I did see a small skate & a couple of those beautiful angel fish that are in the Bonaire gallery but really, would not have cared if I hadn't. I totally lost track of time down there- it was one of the most serene dives I've ever had.
Finally, I decided to head back. As I was coming in, a snorkeler popped down & waved at me. He looked familiar so I came up to the surface- it was my neighbor, out for his evening swim. He told me that he had seen me going out, eaten his dinner & taken a short nap. I was puzzled- it didn't feel as if I'd been down very long & my mask was a little foggy so I couldn't really read my computer that well. I'd only used about a thousand psi- I was already planning to use the tank again tomorrow. So, I continued in, just letting the surge wash me ashore. I came up right at my house- all I had to do was walk straight up to the patio & drop my gear. My neighbor had been kind enough to drag out a garbage pail that we use to wash our gear & start filling it up for me. (thanks, Mike). Finally took a look at my computer- an hour & 35 minutes- 1100 psi used according to my air gauge. My kind of dive.
