Northwest Dive Club

Joshua Smith wrote:

airsix wrote:Jan, this is the best NWDC thread ever.

I completely agree! Jan, I LOVE reading about your adventures! This brought a big grin to my face after a very long day. Thank you!

What they said! This has been a fascinating thread, I'm anxious for its continuation!

I thought that the Whidbey Island Critters thread was the best thread on NWDC, but it has now been officially topped.

I read every word and even zoomed in on many a picture.

wow

Thank you all for encouraging words. I have to admit, I enjoy it myself, going through my old log books,
sure brings back memories... I wish I had kept a better care of the negatives and slides, the old ones got lost
as I moved around a lot. Before I launch into another boating venture, I will take you on trip to celebrate
a New Year in the far North. At least that was the plan ...



Please note how much it cost to top off an airplane in 1972

Wow, a treasure trove, seriously Jan, you would be feeding the hungry with your generosity if you published this!!!! I couldn't stop reading!

I spend way too much time hunting for things half as interesting, such things are few and far between.

thanks for sharing this with us! Keep it coming, if you don't mind me asking...

George

Jan K wrote:Please note how much it cost to top off an airplane in 1972

The same $ buys less than a gallon and a half today.

The lure of distant horizon calls. With only meager resources (money) at our disposal,
but great appetite for diving, we concocted a plan to make a dream of diving in
the tropics reality by fixing up an old boat and tow it across America, zip over the
what looks on map as a short distance to Bahamas, and then dive, dive and dive !
The junkyards around San Pedro and Wilmington were full of wrecked cars, and
also boats which already outlived their function and rested among the abandoned
vehicles. There is where the "California Dreamer" story begins. If it worked for the
Christian Rose, why it would not work for this one, was our logic. And so we applied
some of the knowledge acquired from converting the Rose from surplus hulk to a sailing
vessel and toiled on weekends and whenever we could in the backyard of Ivo's rental
house preparing the boat for summer vacation. When July came, we felt it was good
enough. One quick sea trial in local harbor and we secured it to the trailer, and loaded
it with dive gear. We even had a small portable air compressor to fill our scuba tanks.
With four divers, the load was "little" heavy, but that did not stop us. On July 3rd, we
got underway. It was a slow trip due to the load we were trying to get to Florida, but
eventually we made it! Bahamas, here we come...

Three of us were from the last year's voyage to Hawaii, another Jan, not a "sailor", but
also a diver joins us, and since he was a car mechanic, we figured, real asset aboard
boat powered by a gas engine...

So....who plays Mr. Howell? Or did you not have a "millionaire" on board?

Jan,
What everyone else said. As a relatively new diver I learn so much from you. But now I have to thank you for giving me a glimpse into your personal history. I am thankful for you and your brothers tenacity. Your stories, as young divers, are entertaining and educational. Thank you for your contribution. Melissa Wilkie

John Rawlings wrote:So....who plays Mr. Howell? Or did you not have a "millionaire" on board?

John, Mr. Howell took one look at our craft and boarded to the nearby SS.Minnow instead...

GetWet wrote:Jan,
What everyone else said. As a relatively new diver I learn so much from you. But now I have to thank you for giving me a glimpse into your personal history. I am thankful for you and your brothers tenacity. Your stories, as young divers, are entertaining and educational. Thank you for your contribution. Melissa Wilkie

Melissa, thank you for your kind words. I don't know about the educational value of all this. But I would like to encourage especially the young divers, to keep a log of their dives for the joy which it might provide much later, when the memory starts to fade
With today's digital cameras and computers, it is so much easier to keep track of things.
I wish I was a better writer, I did not even have a camera for most of the years, so only crude sketches (not an artist neither) had to suffice. But it sure helps now, when I can dig into the piles of dogeared logbooks and assemble some kind of a story of what I did with my life. And reading your comments, it entertains more then just myself in old age

Jan this is great. Thank you so much for putting this up here. It is incredibly interesting to me, to hear of your travels, and of your beginning behind the iron curtain. It is a rare and valuable perspective.

The crossing from Florida to Grand Bahama Island was not as easy as we envisioned. But we
did manage to make it. Arriving just after Independence was declared complicated things a little,
the Immigration officers had no clear idea how to handle four Czechs with US re-entry permits,
but no passports. We all just had Green Cards. But since we had a boat, we were viewed as OK
guys

Remember the Gilligan's Island allegory ?
After actually making it across the treacherous waters of the Gulf Stream and reaching
the Bahamas, the dream of scuba diving the islands ended before it even began.
All that work for nothing

So with our big dream shattered, we decided to see at least what the other Bahamian island have to offer.
The only way was to fly from Freeport to the capital of Bahamas, Nassau on New Providence Island. On our excursion of the city, walking across the bridge to Paradise Island where the tourists and rich play, we stumble onto a place called Potter Cay, located under the tall bridge from where all kinds of small vessels depart to all the other islands in the Bahamas carrying supplies to the small settlements there. Called the Mailboats even if mail is not even a fraction of their cargo, they provide
cheap transportation if one doesn't mind to travel in crowded quarters and without any luxuries. After what we went through, it was not a problem. We knew about the Blue Holes at Andros Island, so there is where we head first. We had no idea what to expect. In our packs we each had only mask, snorkel, fins, towel, minimum clothing, sleeping bag, few dollars.
I had Nikonos camera with few rolls of B&W and slide film, my logbook, pencils, watercolors.
When we disembarked at Kemps Bay, we were the only white people around, and there were not too many people there to begin with.

There were no motels, no restaurants, only friendly locals, and we managed to make friends, join them in hunt for land crabs. There were no Blue Holes anywhere near, no way to find out here at Kemps Bay. Nobody in this village had a car, nobody came here on the road which led who knows where. We were stuck and so we snorkeled around the shore, which had nothing to offer for a diver, since it was exposed to prevailing winds and all there was to see was broken up sharp rock.

We took the boat back to Nassau, the only way for us to escape There was an airstrip somewhere out in the jungle...
Once back under the Nassau bridge, we reload our packs onto next boat, which was going to Exuma's George Town. It didn't make any difference to us, since we had no idea what to expect anyway. This passage was even longer, we spent most of the time on the cabin roof, the food they served on this mailboat was much superior to the one we had on Andros trip. BTW, food was include in the fare. Not bad for 6 dollars.
George Town on Great Exuma Island shows much more prosperity, there were white faces in the crowd, but they smiled less then the people on Andros. The houses were fancier, and there was a store when we could buy more varied food.
Being on meager budget we soon left the town and hitchhiked away. Here we decided to break up the group, easier to get rides, Ivo and Helena head south to Little Exuma Island, Jan and I head north. When the ride, usually in the back of small pickup, left us close to the water, we jumped in, snorkeling around to see, if diving is any good. It wasn't much.

On the very top of Great Exuma Island, we run out of options, so in the bar, over rum and coke, we made a deal with local fisherman :

Seeing my first shark was the highlight moment and we head back to George Town. My buddy Jan had enough and books a seat on Outer Island Airways and leaves not only Exumas, but also Bahamas and head home to California. The mosquitos, no-see-umms and frequent rain showers are problem, I concede.

Ivo, Helena and I stick it out, catch the next mailboat back to Nassau, there we give Andros one more chance, get on boat to the northern Andros, maybe the Blue Holes are there. Well, we tried.

It just wasn't in our cards. We flew out of Andros back to Nassau, and in ten minutes after landing, we were checking into a flight back to Florida.

OK, so it was not the dive trip of lifetime we envisioned when we laid our hands on that old boat in San Pedro junkyard. But we got memories. And all the mosquito bites are somehow forgotten even if they used to drive us all crazy.
The trip back to California was fast, not a tow behind, we gave the trailer away in Fort Lauderdale, it was piece of junk anyway....

geez jan, you look awfully crispy in that first photo... the sun in that area has got to be very harsh, yes?

This thread is one for the ages - as is Jan's story. I am in disbelief as I look through all of this. Keep the story coming, Jan!

Thanks Calvin. Gathering old pictures, notes and memories
Although I did not have any commercial diving endorsements, I dabbled in diving
for wages a little bit, nothing too heavy duty, scuba was sufficient. From cleaning
boat bottoms, changing props and zincs to a deckhand on work boats.

With the Energy Crisis messing with my daily life in California, letter from my friend Nick
aboard the Christian Rose in Hawaii was just what I needed to get out of the mental malaise.

The boat was far from finished when we left California two years ago, and it was
great to see, that Nick kept on working on Christian Rose since we last saw her in
October of 1972.

Time to load the groceries !

:luv: This thread is bigger than Harry Potter and Star Wars. I want the T-shirt and mug. I want the collectible action figures. I want to pre-order the book on Amazon and camp outiside the box office to buy tickets to the movie. :luv:

Thanks Ben, but no coffee cups. Yet We did have a old whiskey barrel aboard for fresh water storage.
Our coffee had an interesting flavor thanks to it..
With the frost and possible snow coming to Whidbey, it is time to head to the South Pacific
aboard the Christian Rose

It didn't take long to be tossed around a little, time to acquire sea legs in hurry.
There were moments, when standing alone in the darkness, only the only muted light
was the compass powered by a car battery. angry sea rolling by only few feet away, I was
wondering, what am I doing here ??? But your buddies sleeping below decks depend on you
standing the watch, steering the boat towards distant goal, so no goofing off ! The rainy
nights were the most difficult, for there was no protection from the elements and looking
at the compass was hard on eyes after while. And it was important to stay on course, for getting
broadside to the swell was not a good prospect, and resetting the square sails would require
the entire crew....

However. when the weather is nice, what a beauty. No noise of engine, no smell of fumes,
just the wind and swooshing of following seas passing under the hull. And steering
at night is easier too, just pick a star, line it up with the mast or piece of rigging and
only check the compass time to time, when star moves, pick up new one ...
But it is the days of smooth sailing which are the real joy. Great company and open horizon
full of promise...

Of course, there is always something needs to be fixed, we were having problems with the
steering cable breaking strands as it went through pulleys under the main mast. We had a backup
rigged to a tiller, but that was very inconvenient. Our original plan was to sail all the way to Majuro
Atoll in the Marshall Islands, but since there is a tiny chunk of land with civilization along the way.
We decided to try our luck there. Johnston Atoll, depository of chemical weapons, off limits to
private yachts. We figured, if nothing else, we could use the leeward side of the island to anchor
and use the calm waters to make some better repairs to our steering system. What we found at
Johnston Atoll was unexpected. Wonderful people who not only took us in, but helped us with
materials, supplies and treated us like royalty and not a quartet of raggedy sailors.
These two flat, low laying islands ( 17 feet elevation ) have some interesting history. Among other
things, twelve thermonuclear warheads were exploded in all, one of which failed when the missile
failed to launch and scattered plutonium debris over the island. Agent Orange, dioxins, sarin nerve
gas, PCBs, PAHs and whatever else deadly enough was stored there too. ( all this I read off Wikipedia).
They didn't tell us any of this, just gave us gas masks in pack which contained different stuff,
and told us which one to inject of we see this color or that color cloud coming our way.
Thankfully, we did not need to use any of that stuff and all we experienced on Johnston Atoll
was unbelievable hospitality.

PS Now the Johnston Atoll is clear of all the chemical weapons, in 2003 the legal jurisdiction
was transferred from American military to US Fish and Wildlife Service, all the structures removed
and the runway closed. If we sailed in today, we would not get a cold beer there as
we did back in 1974

I so love it when I open NWDC and see that this thread has new content!

Norris wrote:I so love it when I open NWDC and see that this thread has new content!

Best thread we've had in ages! Truly epic. Thank you for sharing all this with us, Jan!

can i nominate this thread for stickyhood?

Blaiz wrote:can i nominate this thread for stickyhood?

Seconded. Mods- STICKY THIS THREAD!

And we sail on. The trade winds are steady and we make good progress. Happiness is not
having to mess with the sails too often, the square sails are just the right stuff for going
with the wind. For the first few days after leaving Johnston, we enjoy fresh foods, not scurvy
aboard

We reach one of the milestones celebrated by sailing ships for centuries. Crossing the Line.
Although usually associated with crossing the Equator, traditions also apply to the
crossing of the zero and 180th meridian, better known as the International Date Line.
Being aware of our duty as "old sailors" we performed the initiation ceremony on our
new crew member Pavel, even if in reality, it was only Captain Nick who never crossed
the Line before. The three of us, by the way of flight from the refugee camp in
Italy to the US did cross the Zero meridian But somehow, that would not look
good to make the captain walk the plank So we sacrificed Pavel, since he spent least
of time aboard the Christian Rose..

OK, so doesn't Christian Rose look lovely ? Well, the motley crew on the other hand..

We did have fresh fish to complement our menu time to time. We troll a line behind
during the daytime and one of the duties of the helmsman was to look back and see
if the telltale sign of white water breaking the surface, fish being dragged through.
Mahi Mahi and Wahoo were fish which provided welcome break from canned fare.
This swordfish got away. Maybe for the better, because it was just too big for us to
handle. Even if we could get it aboard without hurting our backs, without refrigeration,
it would spoil fast...

And we did manage to reach Majuro Atoll in the Marshall Island, but not without some
frustration. On days like this, we wished that stinky engine would take us inside the
calm lagoon.... To spend three days to go twenty or so miles does tax the patience.
But one has to be careful, shortcuts in so remote corners of the world are not wise.
Tired, we did manage to drop the hook in Majuro, safe and sound

After the entry formalities were finished, I slept for 16 hours....