Tuesday, February 6, 2007


Recently, I drove with my wetsuits piled into the back of my SUV. As I went down the road, I suddenly caught a whiff of the neoprene. The scent had an immediate effect, taking me away in my mind to the deck of a dive boat, salty breeze blowing through my hair... to the tired satisfaction of wading through the surf after a dive well done, letting the swells push you toward shore... to the barks of sea lions, impatient for you to get in the water so they can play with you.... The smell of neoprene has become synonymous with the ocean and diving, so I need only catch a whiff to take a dive trip in my mind.


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