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posted by mrpg on Monday July 23 2018, @11:33AM   Printer-friendly
from the H2O dept.

Arthur T Knackerbracket has found the following story:

Last week, the world was riveted by the successful rescue of a youth soccer team as they and their coach were pulled out of a flooded cave in Thailand. The team had been stranded on a narrow rock shelf in the dark for two weeks, the way out blocked by turbid stormwater. The rescue involved far more than a few divers putting on gear and heading into the cave—it required a tremendous amount of technical skill and posed extreme danger.

But why, exactly, was it so dangerous? And what would it feel like to dive in those kinds of conditions?

But to answer the second question, I decided to open my logbook and go back to a dive from many years ago—well before I was diving professionally. As a few select passages below highlight, this was a dive where things almost went fatally wrong.

-- submitted from IRC


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  • (Score: 3, Funny) by Snotnose on Monday July 23 2018, @12:53PM (1 child)

    by Snotnose (1623) on Monday July 23 2018, @12:53PM (#711191)

    A while back I read that a survey found that the very greatest fear among the American people is that of walking alone at night.

    Be 16 y/o me on vacation to mom's family in rural Illinois. Went to see a bunch of relatives and grandpa's grave. On a farm, middle of nowhere, nothing to do. That night sister and I decide to drive into town to see a movie. Movie over, it's raining. Plus, in that neck of the woods you don't have a single road with traffic moving both directions. No, you have a ribbon of asphalt going one way, and maybe a quarter mile away another ribbon of asphalt going the other way. Streetlights? hahaha. Whatever, we weren't sure how to get back to the farm (this was the 70s, no GPS or smartphone). We get to a cemetery, if this is where grandpa is buried I can get us back to the farm.

    And that, boys and girls, is how 16 y/o me found hisself wandering around in a cemetery in the dead of night during a thunderstorm, waiting for the next lightning strike so I can read the tombstone.

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  • (Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Monday July 23 2018, @01:48PM

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