by perryL927
on 12-26-2010 at 09:19 PM
My dive buddy and I were completing our third and final day of diving Gennie Springs. The plan was to penetrate the catacombs. Nether of us been there before and we felt it would be an interesting dive. My buddy took out his finger spool and tied off to a rock about five feet from the main line. I realized immediately this was a visual jump. I was never fond of visuals jumps so I took my jump reel and directional marker and tied onto the main line and attached my reel to his tie off. I then proceeded to follow him into the catacombs.
When I entered the catacombs I notice the minute distance between the floor and ceiling, also the substantial amount of silt. I'm conscientious about buoyancy, so I checked my trim before entering. As I approached my buddy he had already reversed his trajectory I was about to initiate an exit when he signal to me to follow the line he laid. As I followed the line deeper into the catacombs I was fascinated with the tertian. Wow, I thought to myself, this is amazing. I reached the end of the line, where he made a perfect tie off, and I retrieved the finger spool.
I turned around and started to roll up the spool. As I was exiting the line became very loose indicating that I was moving faster than I could roll in the spool. I reached my buddy and notice that the end of the spool was no longer warped around the rock, but in his hand. He looked at me and immediately I interpreted that look to mean, the line came loose and we’re lost in this cave. At that time I felt, what seem like, an electrical shock throughout my torso. I have had transitory moments of panic during past cave dives. However, I never truly panic. During those times I knew intellectually there wasn’t any real danger and my fear was based on emotion not facts. This situation was different, intellectually and emotionally I knew the danger was real.
Before I deployed my finger spool to start a line search I looked around the area. I didn’t recognize anything. Aggravating the situation it appeared that we were in a cavity. I took a deep breathe and started for my finger spool, however my buddy already had one in his hand. As my adrenal gland supplied a torrential flood of adrenalin to my body I took another look around. This time I notice a small white square object to my far right. I realized it was the grim reaper sign; I also spotted the main line about ten feet from me. My imagination ran wild because I didn’t expect my buddy to remove the tie off. As I was the last diver I was the one who supposes to remove it. My buddy also removed my jump reel, this was the reel I thought he took off his tank to start a search. We retrieved our reels and exited.
As my heart rate returned to normal I felt like a ….. That aside I remember what my instructor told me about periodically looking behind as you enter a new passage because it’s not going to look the same on the way out. He was right!


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