It was a two-seahorse day, one black and one orange. The water was eighty-four degrees; none of the six of us had a wetsuit on and we were all fairly comfortable for our one hour, thirty-two minute dive. Carrie and I were showing a newly certified diving family how we navigate at the bridge. They did the compass work and they carried the reel and dive flag. We entered the water well before slack high tide and had to deal with the current, but the twenty to thirty feet of vis on flood tide was worth it. One of the girls was carrying the reel and flag while her sister took pictures. The seahorse pictures are hers. A weekday 9:33 high tide was a sweet time to dive the Bridge. Very few people were there. Get in the water, Ham
