"Welcome to cold-water diving," one of my companions says. "We call it combat diving. It's not for the weak."
- View a photo gallery
True. Around 80 pounds of equipment girdle my body: great elephant folds of fleece jammed into a drysuit, gloves, mask, weights, tanks and tubes, tubes, tubes. My features pinch through the neoprene hood's tiny porthole.
Eh-oh. I look like a Teletubby.
keyboard shortcuts: V vote up article J next comment K previous comment