Cobalt Coast

Another day, more dives off Three Mile Beach. This time we hit Sand Chute, which slopes from a 60-foot-deep shelf off to the 4,000-foot abyss. It's a nice view over the edge of the world. We also dove a sunken barge called Doc Paulson's Wreck, where you could swim through the hull and wheelhouse.

Most of these dives, however, were in the morning (except for yesterday's Sting Ray City). During the afternoons, we hung out around the pool at Cobalt Coast. This is the dive shop at the resort:

According to one of the resort guests who wasn't part of our group but a tourist from Virginia, the Cobalt Coast got written up in the Washigton Post as a great getaway (which is what had lured her down there). Here's some pics of the resort facility:


I had brought most of the October and November issues of The New Yorker down with me, and spent the afternoons catching up on my reading, while others napped, sunned or read.

However, it being Friday, and the last day of our diving, others used the afternoon and evening to cloud their minds with intoxicants.

But there's something about diving that's exhausting, and for the most part no one stayed up too late - generally, we were all in bed by nine or ten p.m.