The rest of the family disappeared on the kayak and seemed to have fun exploring areas of the lake that we have not seen before.
No sailing pics this time. I was experimenting with doing everything single-handed, to see if I could go out on my own a few nights while its light so late. Looks like the only thing I will have trouble with is getting the two mast sections together and apart. A couple of solutions may answer, so I'll try them next week.
The kids don't submerge, which is wise, but their drysuits are super-inflated so I could have cannon-ball dove onto one and not sunk them. The down side is that the tank rides very high above the water, resulting in frequent otter-rolls. The kids just took it as "what happens" and flipped back over (looking like adorable little techno-turtles while trying).
This little tidal pool is surrounded on 3 sides by the Monterey Bay Aquariou. The 4th side faces the ocea, but large rocks prevent all but the largest waves from coming in. A couple did and the kids all just took it in stride. I learned later that the instructors made a kind of "Ride the wave" game of it, and there were no concerns after that.
I am just completely amazed at how professional, courteous, patient and kind the instructors were. Not just ours, but every group seemed to be led by someone who possessed a love of the sea, of kids, of TEACHING kids, and of watching their eyes light up when they saw somethign cool. There was no sense of condescension that I saw or heard. They were like the best elementary school teachers you remember, but in wet suits.
After the dive, the instructors filled out the dive logs with the kids and they discussed what they all saw. They each got a free cup of hot chocolate, and then there were lots of high-fives.
We stayed and explored the Aquarium and saw lots of things, but the best part was just being there with her and watching her learn and grow... and just to be with her. Some more narcissistic part of me is glad that she is now old enough to remember this and someday, long after I am gone, she will remember her first dive outing with dad.
It will not be the last. For the next 2 days I heard repeatedly about how she cannot wait to learn to dive for real. Looks like I have to find a place that actually teaches 10 year-olds. That is the stated minimum for PADI, but none of the schools around here seem interested in actually training that young. Probably not many kids actually self-aware and focused enough to actually do it. 5 minutes with my little tadpole should prove them wrong.
This has been a good week in and on the water for my family.
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