san francisco reef divers march 2017 volume xlv no. 3

San Francisco Reef Divers March 2017 Volume XLV No. 3

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THE HAIRY TUNNEL by Slip Mahoney

Another “Club Bob Cave Diving Team” extravaganza has come to an end. But this trip had a twist. Just to get it out of our system, Clem (from New York) and I got a wild hair out of place and decided to do a few days of deep mixed gas diving off Cozumel first. We were possibly the only tech divers this boat has ever seen doing boat entries with sidemount doubles, stages, etc……not easy. Jumping off a boat with 150+ pounds of gear strapped mostly on your back in a typical backmount configuration into 400+ feet of water is a little nerve-wracking. At least in sidemount, I can get everything off of me in seconds, plus I had Dive Rite install a secondary backup bladder in my sidemount BC for emergency floatation way back in a cave. These guys were wearing single backmount bladders, and almost everything strapped to their backs in a position very difficult to get off, as is the usual configuration. Gives me the heeby geebies, the non-contagious ones, as opposed to coodies, which, we all know from grade school, are contagious.

That reminds me of the time I was diving with a now deceased cave diving buddy many years ago. It was 18 degrees outside and I mistakenly left my wet backmount gear and regulators in the car overnight. The flooded cave was only ten minutes away and my gear was still frozen like

a block of ice after getting there. Neither the BC nor the regulators would function. There was a platform over the entrance to the cave in a pool of water about 10-25 feet deep, depending how far out I jumped. I had neither buoyancy nor air supply. I knew I would jump in the water and sink like a rock waiting on the bottom until everything thawed. My buddy jumped in first and promised he would come down to me……..”eventually”. That was good enough and I jumped.

This story played itself in my mind every time I saw one of these guys jumping off the boat.

Clem and I hightailed it out of Cozumel after a few days of diving (and Carnaval) and met up with Boo (from San Diego). Boo had gotten some time off from filming the treasure diving show he is currently involved with for the Discovery Channel, due to be aired starting in April. Picking up Boo in Playa took more than half of a day. Did you know there are 3 different Calle 10's in Playa, none of which are labeled differently and none of the hotels state which one they are on?! Even a taxi driver and Federale I hit up for info had no idea where to find Boo’s hotel. Fortunately, I was wearing our "official" Club Bob t shirt (see below) and as I was wandering from hotel to hotel, somebody recognized that there was a guy wearing the same shirt staying in their hotel on a side street (also named Calle 10) waiting for someone. I thus located Boo and we all three merry men went to the car skipping, and holding

hands, and twirling our pigtails. We now headed south.

Official Club Bob Cave Diving Team shirt

We did some nice diving, the caves are cooler than shit and not as stinky nor messy nor chunky, nor as hard to get out from between your toes. The only dive spot I am going to talk about I will not name. Both because our usual name for this cave may be considered vulgar by some of you goody two shoes types, as well as my wanting to keep this cave private, or at least one section of this cave. This beautiful cave has a fairly wide opening going down to thirty or forty feet where it then descends and levels out to about 70 or 80 and stays consistent. But unless you are the first person down the hole, it is a silted up mess and you go by dead reckoning.

Getting ready for dive

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REEFER’S RAP - 2017

JANUARY

01 - New Year’s Day 14 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 16 - Martin Luther King Day 18 - Almanac Taproom 2704 24th Street @ Potrero 20 - Inauguration Day 28 - Chinese New Year

FEBRUARY

02 - Groundhog Day 11 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Doc 14 - Valentine’s Day 15 - l'emigrante wine bar, 2199 Mission Street 20 - President’s Day

MARCH

11 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 12- Daylight Savings Time 15 - Fermentation Lab, 1230 Market Street 17 - Saint Patrick’s Day

APRIL

01 - April’s Fools Day 08 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 19 - Movable Feast - TBD

MAY

05 - Scuba Show - Long Beach 17 - Movable Feast - TBD 20 - Memorial Day Holiday

JUNE

10 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 21 - Movable Feast - TBD

JULY

04 - Independence Day Holiday 08 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 19 - Movable Feast - TBD

AUGUST

12 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 16 - Movable Feast - TBD

SEPTEMBER

04 - Labor Day Holiday 17 - 19 Peace Dive Boat 20 - Movable Feast - TBD

OCTOBER

09 - Columbus Day 14 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 18 - Movable Feast - TBD 31 - Halloween

NOVEMBER

05 - Daylight Savings Time Ends 11 - Veterans Day 19 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 15 - Movable Feast - TBD 23 - Thanksgiving Day

DECEMBER

16 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 20 - Movable Feast - TBD 25 - Christmas Day


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STAMMTISCH By Pierre Hurter

It’s already March from the Latin Maritus, named for Mars, the Roman god of war as well as the guardian of agriculture. From the looks of things, this will probably segue into the April Newsletter, but more on that latter.

We started the month at Doran Regional Park in Bodega Bay joining up with the Redwood Empire Dive Club’s annual cleanup. Dennis Belcher, Reef Diver emeritus, invited us, the Reef Divers, to come on up and see what they were up to.

We loaded our kayaks, rain gear and warm clothes and head for Bodega Bay, a roughly one and a half hour drive from our front door. We headed out at o-dark thirty after strapping our kayaks to the roof rack, tossing our gear in the back and grabbing a couple of lattes at Martha’s on 24th street.

It was an overcast and rainy day, but the turnout was great; at least two-dozen folks plus a scattering of kids were setting up for the post cleanup potluck extravaganza when we arrived.

We suited up and headed for the jetty, where we ferried the junk the divers brought up to a waiting motorboat. The divers, mostly freediving, brought up a healthy collection of crab traps, one pretty much brand new, and a variety of miscellaneous junk.

The potluck was terrific, wild boar sausages, hamburgers, rice crispy treats, clam chowder, chili , and of course great beer … I’m already looking forward to next years cleanup. Will post the dates for next year.

The second week of March found us up early, lugging our increasingly beat-up dive bags into one of Pacific Town Car’s shiny black limos and heading for SFO. I think we are getting this whole pack for a couple of weeks of diving halfway around the world down pat. This time we were heading off for a diving adventure in Raja Ampat.

Raja Ampat straddles the Equator near the island of New Guinea, in Indonesia's West Papua province. Raja Ampat, or the Four Kings, comprises over 1,500 small islands, cays, and shoals surrounding the four main islands of Missoula, Salawati, Batanta, and Waigeo, and the smaller island of Kofiau. The archipelago is a part of the Coral Triangle and supposedly contains the richest marine biodiversity on earth.

The territory within the islands of the Four Kings covers some 9.8 million acres of land and sea, home to 540 types of corals, more than 1,000 types of coral

fish and 700 types of mollusks. According to a report developed by The Nature Conservancy and Conservation International, around 75 percent of the world's species live here.

But first I had to pack up our cat, Patzu, and drop him off at Happy Pets Inn in Sonoma. He’s a canny fellow and knows when something is about to change in his routine. He was fairly brave, almost resigned as I picked him up from his hiding place behind the scratching post and packed him into his maximum-security solitary confinement cell and headed off towards cat Vallhalla.

At least we were driving in a counter commute direction. Looking at the bumper to bumper traffic crawling south on 101 made me remember when I used to live in Santa Rosa and commute to the City. Relieving memories always seems to be a bit rosier than the first time round.

That gets me back to Wednesday morning and our rendezvous with Singapore Airlines. The first leg of our flight was to Chaing Airport in Singapore, seventeen hours and some change. Once there, we roamed around what has to be one of my favorite airports, looking at IWC Watches, Montblanc pens, a variety of gold coins, necklaces and ingots and my new favorite, virgin saltwater crocodile skin oil. Begs the question, how do you know if the crocodile was a virgin or not. I’ve often had the same question concerning virgin olive oil, but crocodiles seem much more problematic. The airport in Singapore is one of my favorites; I don’t think there is an airport in the US that comes

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Stammtisch from page 3

anywhere near it.

A Singapore Sling and some nibbles at Harrys Airport bar tied us over until the next leg of our journey, this time a shorty to Jakarta, capital City of Indonesia. From the airport we checked into the FM7 Resort a very cozy airport area hotel. It was 1:00pm local time and I had lost track of what day it was or how long we had been awake.

The next day we woke up at 5:00am local time unable to sleep any longer. Fortunately the breakfast buffet stated up at 4:00am so we headed down for some congee or jook (rice porridge), coffee and a glass or two of mango juice.

We spent the day napping, reading and killing time until Friday evening around 11:45pm when we along with the rest of our crew from Any Waters headed back to the airport to catch a Garuda Airlines flight to Makassar and then on to Sorong. Between the time zone changes and being in airplanes for over 24 hours the days begin to blend together a bit at the edges, but if my calculations are correct, we arrived sometime on Saturday.

At the airport in Sorong we were greeted with a sign and a big smile by the crew of the Arenui, the adventure was about to truly begin. Our first day aboard we settled into our cabins and cruised towards our first dive

site. Sunday we started what would be our routine for the next 11 days of diving.

The first step is waking up. We are usually among the first to head up the stairs for our morning coffee around 6:00. You have your choice of Bali coffee, a rich finely ground sort of local instant coffee, Nescafe, the classic or an espresso. There are always a few things to nibble for your “small”

breakfast, toast, yogurt, fresh fruit and rolls. This is usually followed by some reading, conversation or camera setup. At 7:00 there is a briefing for the first dive of the day. Afterwards comes the “big” breakfast, everything from French Toast, eggs to order or in my case rice porridge with a soft poached egg and a second cup of coffee.

There’s enough time between dive one and two for downloading images, investment advice, and maybe even a nap, though I like to wait until after lunch and before dive number three. After the third dive there are always some snacks to tide you over until dinner. The crew clearly doesn’t want anyone wasting away in-between regular meals. The fourth dive is either a sunset dive during the waning daylight or a night dive.

I’ve decided that I’m not that big a fan of night dives. For starters it’s dark and who knows what’s circling around you just out the range of your lights. As if to confirm my suspicions, on our first night dive, a blacktip reef shark bumped Nadeem’s tank … his air consumption went to hell and he spent some time at the stern of the tender shaking out his wetsuit.

After the fourth dive we’d have dinner, more conversation and

then usually a quick briefing on

the next day’s events.

In what seems like the twinkling of an eye we are settled into our nooks, taking naps and drinking Bintang, the local beer, as the Arenui steams towards Sorong and the end of our trip. Its always interesting to see how time seems to bend depending on whether you are looking forward to a vacation, on vacation or heading back to your day to day world. It begs the question, is time really something you can measure with a standardized unit or is it a relative concept?

The diving was the best that I have ever experienced, pristine reefs, massive schools of fish and best of all, warm 85 degree, water. What more could you ask for? The downside? It takes a long time to get there, on the way out it was 23 hours to Jakarta and then two more flights totally 10 hours with layovers to get to Sorong. On the way back it was the same 10 hours to Jakarta and another 26 hours before we landed in a rain soaked SFO. On the plus side, I got to watch a lot of great movies.

The sea covers seven tenths of the Earth. Its breadth is pure, and wholesome. It is an immense world, pulsating with every form of life. Here there are no despots. On the surface,

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men still exercise their endless laws, fight and indulge in all

their bloody earthly horrors, but below the surface their power ceases … their dominion vanishes. To live, gentlemen, in

embrace of the sea … only here is there independence … here, I recognize no master … here, I am free. Jules Verne

The Hairy Tunnel from page 1 The first dive we did on this spot earlier in the day was kind of cool. Due to a mid-dive recalculation of gas amount needed for return (acceptable practice in extenuating circumstances), when we were nearing the exit, I was into the gas amount normally reserved as an emergency safety factor and still could not recognize how close we were to the exit due to the limited visibility. There was a very little sphinctering factor starting to make an appearance. But obviously we made it. Only once did I ever really come close to running out of gas. Many years ago, my buddy and I were doing a 190’ deep air cave dive in Florida when he decided to detour to something we never discussed. Having to fight with him to get back on track, one thing led to another and we were stuck with a ridiculous amount of deco that was never planned. I was on fumes on my back and stage gas but it lasted through the 30-foot deco stop and I had oxygen to use at the 20 foot and ten foot stops I assumed. I figured if I stayed completely still and buried my head in the silt, I would have just enough oxygen to last through the last two stops. Which is when my buddy gave me the slashing

throat out-of-air sign. We skip breathed that one bottle of half empty oxygen for the entire time and just made it. I had a royal headache and did not dive with him for over a year and a half after that. Now back to our unnamed cave; on the second dive in this spot, Clem laid some line off the main line leading in and we went off into a promising side tunnel. We almost immediately came across some line further in that somebody had left permanently, thus indicating on-going passage, or so we assumed. All three of us are 6’1” and tip the light fantastic past the 200-pound mark, some more than others. The only thing that has saved us in the past is that the average cave diver is almost always male, and at least 200 pounds. Thus, their definition of on-going passage is likely to be relatively similar to our definition of on-going passage. I have a feeling the person laying this line did not even come close to that demographic. Clem tied off on the existing line and we all preceded, with me in my usual back position. I always take the back position as I like being silted out and advancing by feel. It adds an amusement factor. Heck, if you are riding a roller coaster, go for the biggest, scariest one you can find, on the oldest, shakiest, most rotten foundation, preferably in old

Soviet Russian territory, hopefully near Chernobyl, or just don't go. We swam for about fifteen minutes. There was a silt issue on this dive due to the lack of flow and tight quarters, but also a halocline issue. We were deep enough to be at the salt water/fresh water halocline interface. The first person in sees a beautiful simmering surface. The second person sees the halocline becoming chopped up visually. The third person is on Braille. This dive is progressing through silt and halocline so I am having a touchy feely experience with these tunnels. (At least I assume it was the tunnels. I am not sure where the guys in front always were.) The visibility clears slightly and we now stop as the line goes into the smallest opening I have ever seen this side of the famous "Bill's Anus" restriction in Florida (fully described in a previous pile of crap article I wrote about a previous trip). The visibility cleared enough for me to see Boo looking back with a WTF expression. Actually, he had a “Double Dare WTF” expression. He is thinking either the person laying line was a Hobbit or they shot the line in with a spear gun. Either way, we are GOING! Boo squeezed into the tunnel

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having to exhale to get his chest through and gulping air however he could. Clem followed doing the same thing. Then I went in with absolutely no visibility whatsoever due to the silting and the presence of the halocline. I judged the diameter of the opening by feel and worked my way in, not knowing how far it extended. I keep all my sidemount regulator hoses in tight right next to my chest and do not use a light canister with its ensuing cord, only hand held lights, thus less grabby points. A fly flicking a booger from his finger could not wedge it between my hoses and my chest, that is how tight I have everything. But with the salt water present, the limestone is pretty craggy. I lost count of how many times the regulator was starting to be pulled out of my mouth, and it was too tight in there to grab another regulator from my other tank if I lost it. Plus the constant smile I had made it harder to hold the regulator in my mouth. We are now all wedged in zero visibility mud working our way through this tunnel, no contact with each

other, barely getting the helmet in. At least with me not seeing the best route, I was rubbing the face mask and back of the helmet at the same time, trying to keep a lower profile than the width of the tanks on my side, breathing whenever I could expand my chest enough for a full breath, biting really hard on the regulator, and not wanting to bump into one of my buddies wedged in place. Inch by slow inch we all made it through. I was concerned about Boo and Clem in front of me getting caught and my having to help them in the tight area with no visibility and then, somehow, all of us backing out by feel. (This actual scenario happened on a dive a number of years ago, the same three of us. It took forever to back out. Anyway, back to this story.) I was half expecting to bump into something any minute. We all made it through after a few minutes. Later Clem named it the "Hairy Tunnel". I think that is an understatement. The “Bill’s Anus” restriction in Florida had taken us 20 minutes to go four feet. This had taken us maybe three minutes to go maybe thirty feet. These two areas are definitely in our Hall of Fame and will only be shown to

people we know have very good gear configurations and born without a panic gene, or common sense. And they must buy us beer. And maybe even have to tell us we are attractive, in a manly sort of way of course. I used to think that the cave called “Caterpillar” (written about in another pile of garbage article about another dive trip) was tight. Ha! I now fart in its general direction. Remember that we need to make it through again to get out, as this is an out and back dive. Actually, “ute and back” dive, as I kept telling people I was from Canada. Figure that is a safer response for obvious reasons these days. We made it through again, we be BAD, microphone drop….. We surfaced later saying how much we enjoyed that dive, and then braided each other’s pigtails and polished each other’s nails. This will remain one of our secret spots. I have almost no paint left on some portions of my helmet. I will blame it on baggage handlers if anybody asks.

SFRD March’s Blast From The Past Once again You are There, the time is March1997, here are some of the highlights of Vo of The Reef Diver Times, Newsletter of the San Francisco Reef Divers. For those of you wondering how this is possible, you need only remember Mr. Peabody of Rocky and His Friends and The Bullwinkle Show. As you may recall, Mr. Peabody, is a beagle and the smartest being in existence. A Nobel laureate, Olympic medalist, scientist and inventor, despite his many accomplishments, he is lonely. So, he decides to adopt. He meets Sherman a dorky, bespectacled, red-haired boy. After saving Sherman from a group of bullies, Peabody

discovers that Sherman is an orphan and decides to adopt him. After a court appearance and a talk with the


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President, Peabody becomes Sherman's new guardian.

As a birthday gift for Sherman, Peabody invents the WABAC (Wayback) time machine. He and Sherman go back in time to see a Roman speaking in Latin; Peabody adds a translator circuit to the machine so that everyone seems to speak English. Their next trip is to see Ben Franklin flying his kite and discovering electricity, but Peabody and Sherman realize that they cannot interact or change the past. Peabody makes some more adjustments, turning the WABAC into a "should-have-been machine". That brings us to where we are now …

Reef Rap

Week-end March 22nd and 23rd. Vice President Alan Epstein will coordinate a dive week-end at Pt. Lobos. A scavenger dive on Saturday for chocolate Abalone and other lost treasure. On Sunday Point Lobos n(first time for Alan).

Saturday March 29 10:30am a Tour of US Abalone Farm in Davenort. This tour was originally set for January 25th but was canceled by the owner. However, Segrid still got the owner to agree to the above date and this tour is being organized. For those of you who intend t go, your patience has paid off.

Ab Opener April 4th, 5th and 6th. Rudy has reserved Van Damn site in Mendocino for the entire week. It is possible to be there all week and dove tail right into the REEF DIVE reservation. Contact Ray Will for more information.

Saturday, April 19 Cypress Sea Trip. Call Sigrid Schafmann. See flyer in this news letter. 7:00am Departure. The cost of this activity is $66.00. This includes the tip, space is still available. We need 17 people.

Saturday, April 26 SLAC Tour. You have heard all bout it. But most of us have never seen it (except perhaps crossing over it on I-280). This is a unique opportunity to get close and personal with one of the scientific research marvel of our time. The coordinator of this tour is Pres. Frank King.

Long Shore Currents

TBA Sonoma Bike and Wine Trip. Pam Radkey will lead you “BAD” bikers on Marlin Brando trial.

Sat. May 3rd Divers Flea Market Sponsored by Abalone & Marine Resources Council. See flier in the back section of this news letter for complete information.

Sat. May 17th, Underwater Film Festival $15.00 Call Jim Radkey for further information.

Fri. night May 16th 8:00pm Chabot College Panhandler will be performing at the main Auditorium. Allen Epstein will have ticket information.

Sat. May 10th or 24thTank Dive at Garapata south of Point Lobos. Coordinator of this activity is Curtis Degler.

Thur. thru Sat. July 31 thru August 2 Channel Isles on “The Vision”. Bill Galarneau will Coordinate this trip. Just $285; a $50 non-refundable deposit will hold your spot. With the remaining $235 due by June 1st. First paid first berth and lodging. A waiting list will be maintained once all spots are filled.

Sat. June 14th Kayak tour at Still Water Cove. Bring your kayaks we will meet in Carmel at Pebble Beach Country Club at 9:00am.

Late Summer Hiking Trip to either the Trinity Alps or the Sierra. Ray Will is looking for a consensus of members who are interested in participating and deciding for sure which area to explore.

Other news included the possibility of an emergency closure of the red abalone fishery south of San Francisco. From the tone of the article it was clear that there were major differences of opinion, particularly between the commercial and sports interests. And the opening of abalone season with a potluck at Van Damm State Park.


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Finally Criminal Charges for Shark Finning in Costa Rica

Shark finning is a major problem in Costa Rica. Shark-fin soup can command as much as $100. Costa Rica has been a significant contributor to the international shark-fin market since the 1990s.

Costa Rica has been striving to be an example for conservation and the sustainable use of natural resources. The Costa Rican government has been involved in initiatives to manage shark populations more responsibly including banning shark finning in 2012.

A Puntarenas court heard the recent case of illegal shark finning against a Taiwanese businesswoman. It subsequently sentenced her to a 6-month prison sentence. Authorities found her fishing boat, the Wan Jia Men 88, in October 2011 with 151 finned sharks on board.

Abalone regulations changes for 2017

On December 7, 2016 the DFW Commission voted to implement an emergency alteration to the abalone take regulations: The annual bag limit is reduced to 12 AND the months of April and November will be closed. The season will now begin May 1 and end Oct 31. These changes were deemed necessary due to declining densities in the abalone population. For more information, visit the Department of Fish and Wildlife website … https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/conservation/marine/red-abalone-fmp

Great White Shark Attack Near - A First Person Report

It was a bit past 4:30 Saturday afternoon. I was in my kayak. I had paddled from the Breakwater ramp to Shell St, Pacific Grove, and was on my way back. I was hit off the end of San Carlos Beach about 100 yards or so off the Monterey Bay Inn - probably over Metridium. So, I was near the end of a great paddle - I encountered dolphins off Point Cabrillo and a large group of very young harbor seals close in to Hopkins Station.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang as my kayak and I flew into the air. I landed outside my boat, looked back to it and to my horror saw a large great white shark no more than three feet away. It had my kayak in its mouth. I could clearly see its 2-inch teeth and its black eye that looked lifeless.

I scrambled away from my boat as fast as I could and started kicking towards shore - really wishing that I was wearing fins! In between yelling “no God no" I was shocked at how many thoughts about how to survive ran through my head - don't splash, don't let your legs hang down, keep your eyes on the shark and swim away, don't act like a panicked seal. After five minutes, I pulled out my Nautilus Lifeline and called in a mayday to the coast guard. They were having trouble hearing me. I spotted a sail boat and started frantically waving to them with my right arm as I operated the radio with my left hand.

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three times. It started pushing the boat towards me and then left the boat and headed for me. Suddenly it dove. I put my face in the water to see if it was under me, but I couldn't see anything.

I looked up and saw the sail boat approaching me. After some very quick explanations I said that I needed to get into the small boat. There was no ladder or transom. I had been in the water for about twenty minutes. I was wearing a 3-mil, but had forgotten my booties and was bare foot. My feet were numb and I was running on nothing but adrenaline. I could not get up into the boat or stand up on their motor. I asked them to call 911 and ask for coast guard assistance.

The coast guard showed up 5 minutes later and pulled me into their boat. All my gear was floating and was recovered. They took me back to the Breakwater.

In the parking lot I spoke with the people from the sailboat who came to my rescue. They were a young family who attended NPS. They were taking their young daughter out on her first sail. According to them, the shark was as big as my boat. I have a 14-ft kayak. Bite marks show that it had the whole girth of the boat in its mouth. My boat is covered with bite marks from end to end with multiple punctures. People told me that they could see the shark slapping the surface of the water with its fins as it mauled my boat.

I had always thought that great whites hit a target to test it and then backed off. This was a prolonged attack on the surface.

I've just gotten back from a steak dinner with Scott and Nancy and a very good bottle of wine donated by their neighbor. That's why we didn't make it to Member Night at the aquarium. I'm still not sure if I will sleep tonight, or want to try. I suspect that I just joined a very small club - one I never wanted to join!

After 67 Years In SoMa, Adolf Gasser Photography To Close Shop After 67 years in SoMa, Adolph Gasser Inc. is closing. Initially opened in 1950 as the Hobby Center a retail shop that sold model trains and airplanes alongside camera and art supplies the business became Adolph Gasser Photography in 1976. It has continuously operated out of 181 Second St. ever since. “The store has been under eminent domain for 17 years,” said Gasser, when asked about his retirement. “In another 17 years, I’m gonna be

dead. I didn’t want my family to have to take over and try to take care of all these things.”

SINCE JANUARY 1ST 1973 ABOUT SAN FRANCISCO REEF DIVERS (SFRD):

The Reef Diver Times is the official newsletter of the San Francisco Reef Divers, a not for profit community organization dedicated to safe sport diving and the preservation of our ocean resources.

Membership is $25 annually, dues payable to “SFRD”. The General Meeting is held the 3rd Wednesday of the month. Location is announced one week prior to the meeting. Please check our yahoo site for details


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http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sfreefdivers/ We meet at 7:00pm for socializing, drinks, food and club business. For more information, visit http://www.sfreefdivers.org or our Facebook page.

SAN FRANCISCO REEF DIVERS Reef Diver Times C/O Gerda Hurter

515 Diamond Street San Francisco, CA 94114

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