During the excitement of Friday afternoon's wiffle ball play, I exchanged email with some people from the RetroSub group. These are people who dive, preferably with the oldest ('Retro') gear possible.

As a an extra bit of information about the wiffle ball adventure... While I was taking pictures, trying to be an interested member of the Zappos family, Matt, decided to put what he had on the ball and nail me.

Now, I thought that the little incident where I had smashed Matt in the neck had been forgotten...

Nick says that Matt is always this way. "During all games, Matt has to prove that he can thrown harder than anyone else. It usually ends the game, because it hurts."

So here is an idea: 'yo, I want to give a big shout out to my homie Matt, he can throw a ball harder than anyone else! Don't fuck with Matt!'

Now I'll see if that is enough to save me from being matt-bait in the future.

I made my way from San Francisco to Monterey. Right over some highway to Half Moon Bay, then down the coast.

Saturday I overslept, some confusion on my part with the concepts of 'AM' vs. 'PM' with the alarm clock. But I had some melon and made my way to wharf 2, and met with Marcos.

Marcos had a new video housing he wanted to try out, so he took out two spear guns, and a huge video housing, and I carried my gear, and we entered the inviting waters of Del Monte Beach.

We separated out by the floating dock/platform, and I searched for Halibut while Marcos took video. We met back up an hour later, and swam in.

During the swim, I dozed off for a minute. Kick kick, eyes on the beach, eyes closed, snore...

We had a light lunch, rented a bcd/reg/tank for Marcos (who had been freediving) and dove Coral Street. I only wish I had the language to describe it. The dive was cool, life is great. (entry is unfinished-I might write more. Come back later, for more abuse)