San Francisco Reef Divers November 2018 Volume XLVI No. 11 · lottery ticket! Our journey began with a flight to Singapore; from there we headed for Jakarta. An overnight there and

San Francisco Reef Divers November 2018 Volume XLVI No. 11

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WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE? by Kenneth Gwin

Bhushan said we should sign up for this trip to San Nicholas Island and Begg Rock. After years of diving the Channel Islands, San Nicholas is the only island I've never visited. Gotta go.

I looked at my time and money equation and decided this was an opportunity I should not pass up. Bhushan applied additional pressure on Steve Neff to make the trip. So it was a deal. Joining us would be Carol Cohn and Lauren Wilson, both experienced divers in California waters. We formed a caravan and headed south.

Since eating is always important to the traveling diver, King City is now our destination spot for lunch. Nothing beats a good taco or quesadilla for value and flavor. Add to that the benefit of outdoor dining on a mild and sunny day—what's not to like?

Our travels continued to Paso Robles for snooty coffee. A life

well-lived has rituals. Even Pierre and Gerda found this place, tucked away in the quaint downtown area, completely

acceptable to their discerning palates.

Next stop for dining was in the coast-side town of Ventura.

The Anacapa Brewing Company is a great place for pizza and beer—the basic comforts, all necessary staples for the hungry diver. Of course, always conscious of recycling, a trip to the rest room provided additional information on local conditions.

Our final destination, unfortunately, at first, was not San Nicholas. Circumstances (the military, they said) kept us off the island. Fortunately, San Miguel was chosen as the option.

Conditions were ideal. “As good as it gets,” Captain Eric said. There was no wind, no current, no swell, no waves. Hardly a ripple. This allowed us the opportunity to visit spots seldom seen by divers.

All of our diving was on offshore pinnacles and reefs.

(Courtesy of Lauren Wilson)

Life was abundant and colorful. There were rockfish, spires and structure. If you can make it to these remote locations, this can be some of the best diving in California.

(Courtesy of Lauren Wilson)

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REEFER’S RAP - 2018

JANUARY

01 - New Year’s Day 15 - Martin Luther King Day 17 - Clay Oven, 385 West Portal Ave.

FEBRUARY

02 - Groundhog Day 14 - Valentine’s Day 16 - Chinese New Year 19 - President’s Day 15 - Barebottle Brewery, 1525 Cortland Ave. 20 - President’s Day

MARCH

10 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 14- Pi Day 17 - Saint Patrick’s Day 21 - Pi Bar, 1432 Valencia

APRIL

01 - April’s Fools Day 14 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 17 - Tax Day 18 - Wise Sons Jewish Deli, 3150 24th Street 27 - Arbor Day

MAY

01 - May Day 13 - Mothersday 16 - Dancing Yak, 280 Valencia Street 28 - Memorial Day Holiday

JUNE

01 - Donut Day 09 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 19 - Juneteenth 20 - Movable Feast - Paprika, 3324 24th Street 21 - Summer Solstice

JULY

04 - Independence Day 14 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 18 - Movable Feast - Brocken Record, 1166 Geneva Ave.

AUGUST

03 - Int’l Beer Day 11 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 13 - Int’l Left Handers Day 15 - Social Kitchen

SEPTEMBER

03 - Labor Day Holiday 16 - 18 Channel Islands Trip 19 - Movable Feast - Sunset Brewing, 1735 Noriega

OCTOBER

08 - Columbus Day 13 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 17 - Movable Feast - Pi Bar, 1432 Valencia 31 - Halloween

NOVEMBER

04 - Daylight Savings Time Ends 06 – Election Day 10 - Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 11 - Veterans Day 21 - Movable Feast - Home, Sweet Home 22 - Thanksgiving Day

DECEMBER

07 - Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day 08- Sanctuary Dive Boat - K Dock 19 - Movable Feast - TBD 21 - Winter Solstice 25 - Christmas Day

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STAMMTISCH By Pierre Hurter

Just back from our first cold-

water plunge since returning from Indonesia’s Forgotten Islands, more on that later. Gerda had Friday off so we headed for Monterey and a mini-vacation. Stayed at our old standby, The Lone Oak. Explored Carmel by the Sea, poked around Monterey and had dinner with Captain Phil and Kim. So far a perfect weekend in itself, but it was only just beginning.

Saturday we rolled out of bed and headed to Peet’s and then on to K Dock. It was cold! Naturally, I’d left my sweatshirt right where I had put it so I wouldn’t forget. Bundled up in my drysuit vest and clutching a hot coffee we sat in the truck with the heater blasting away. In short order, Joerg and Monica showed up and we loaded our stuff onto the Sanctuary.

We had Nick as our skipper and Taylor as our Divemaster along for the ride were a young couple and a women doing some dive

training. Once everyone was onboard, waivers signed and gear stored we headed south on the mirror flat waters.

Our first dive was at Inner Pinnacles. We knew it would be good when we could see parts of the pinnacle and the fish from the boat. It wasn’t just good ... it was epic! One of the best dives I have had in Monterey. The water was a balmy 55 degrees (Gerda, with her new and therefore better computer, insists that it was 54 degrees, but really) and the visibility at least 50 feet.

For our second plunge, we headed back into the bay towards Eric’s. The Beach Hopper beat us to it so we circled around and found a site nearby which Gerda promptly named Eric’s Paint Splash. A series of large boulders many of which were covered with a bright yellow sponge that looked for all the world like someone had splashed paint about helter-skelter. Once again we had visibility, lots of fish, another tremendous dive.

Afterwards, we headed for the London Bridge Pub for some sliders, seared ahi tuna salad and chicken nuggets. It was a great day of diving in Monterey and for us a reintroduction to cold water. We had recently returned from two weeks in Indonesia, making four dives a day in crystal clear, 82-degree water. It was a bit of a shock.

There was an arrow in the corner of our room and another one in the bottom of the top drawer of our dresser. The arrows pointed towards “Qibla” the point toward which Muslims turn to pray, especially the Kaʿba, or House of God, at Mecca.

We were staying at the FM7 Resort Hotel, near the Jakarta

airport. A great place for a layover, they have everything you might need, a pool, spa, a couple of restaurants, a very good breakfast buffet, both Asian and western style foods and a very nice rooftop bar.

Travel really can broaden your horizons. Mark Twain once wrote, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and small narrow-mindedness.” I think it may be true, I certainly hope it is.

Our journey started as has become routine for us. Pacific Town Car, usually a black Lincoln, rolled into our driveway, earlier than scheduled as always. The only change was that we did not know the driver. We’ve been using this car service for quite a while; they are prompt, reliable and reasonably priced. And unlike the last time we took a taxi, the wheels don’t sound like they are going to fall off.

We were heading off on an adventure, The Forgotten Islands in Indonesia. To start off we had sprung for Premium Economy on Singapore Airlines. Well worth it, you get to board right after the Business Class folks. First Class and The Suites, are fairly well insulated from the hoi polio as befits their station in life, you never really mingle with them at all.

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Stammtisch from page 3

Airplanes are a microcosm of the class system that we all live in and largely deny exists. When you have basic economy, economy, economy plus ... it’s the class system in a microcosm. One of the things you can’t help but notice is that where you have competition, there is better service. I hate to say it, but I avoid American carriers like the plague. The service is bad; the employees have been screwed so many times that they are surly. It’s a nickel and dime mentality; screw the Nordstrom’s model of service.

That being said, I loved the extra legroom, noise canceling headphones, expedited boarding and of course the drink service. Life is good in Premium Economy, I can only imagine what happens in Business Class or First Class, Suites ... buy a lottery ticket!

Our journey began with a flight to Singapore; from there we headed for Jakarta. An overnight there and then it was off to Ambon, a stopover in Makassar and then off to Saumlaki, a bit north of Australia, East of New guinea and south of the Equator. Just to keep us on our toes there was at least one, maybe two time

changes along the way.

One of the things I enjoy about going to Indonesia is the exchange rate. It was even better than last time. At 1500 Rupiah to the dollar you fork over $100 bucks and you get 1.5 million Rupiah in return. Finally, we were millionaires.

We left San Francisco on Friday in the morning and by Tuesday afternoon we were rocking back and forth on the Arenui, sipping a cup of Bali coffee. We had traveled a total distance, including hopping from island to island of around 22,000 miles. At least this time we got our United miles credit (book directly with the airline, not an intermediary like Travelocity), at this rate we will be platinum members in a decade or so.

This was our third time on the Arenui, a truly luxurious experience. Arenui means small waves in Polynesian. The boat is built in the classic phinisi style of Indonesian boats. In keeping with today's sensibilities the construction of the boat included 70% recycled wood. Each of the cabins reflects the art and culture of different parts of Indonesia. We

were in the Legong cabin, showcasing the handicrafts and textiles of Flores, West Papua and Java. The cabin is named after the classical dance of Bali.

There were 16 of us and a crew of 22 to make sure we had everything we needed or wanted. The crew did a great job of doing just that. The routine was

grueling. First breakfast was served at 6:00, it was a buffet affair, fresh fruit, yogurt, toast, jam and coffee, either Bali coffee, a finely ground “instant” coffee or Nescafe. Don’t laugh about the Nescafe; it’s one of my favorite childhood memories, especially when paired with a bit of condensed milk.

After the first dive of the day, there would be a made to order breakfast. My favorite was jook or congee, classic Asian rice porridge. Gerda would take hers plain while I liked a bit of chicken stock and

shredded chicken for a more savory approach. Bread and pastries where baked fresh daily.

After breakfast, another dive and then lunch, a buffet affair almost always featuring fresh fish, beef and chicken dishes among other items; lots of fresh fruit, salads and again freshly baked goods.

After lunch, it was on to dive number three. After this dive, there were “snacks”, not quite a meal, but generally fairly substantial, pizza, brownies, nachos and the ever-present fresh fruit.

At lunch, we would be asked for our dinner preferences, always a tough choice and always delicious. One of the highlights of the after dinner

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hour was sampling Mark’s Ardberg Islay Scotch. At 57% it was a great way to kick start the evening. Somehow we managed not to gain any weight.

We would rotate both dive-guides and dive groups so that we got to dive with everyone. There were four divers per guide, so there was plenty of individual attention available. I am always amazed at how they are able to spot the smallest critters when all I see is a possibly moving piece of sea lint.

We were exploring the Banda Sea on the edge of the Ring of Fire an area of extensive volcanic activity. One of my favorite events was a visit to Banda Neira, the main island of the Banda Islands. It’s hard to believe that the nutmeg harvested here was so valuable that the Dutch traded the British, Manhattan in return for the islands.

The Dutch always seem to get a pass as a power, but they were as vicious as any of the other colonial powers. The Vereenigde Oost-indische Compagnie (VOC, Dutch East India Company). brought in Japanese mercenaries and quickly dispatched the islands elite, following up by slaughtering most of the male population over the age of fourteen, but hey, nobodies perfect.

We took a walking tour of the island, visited the Dutch Fort and visited a nutmeg farm. Turns out that nutmeg grows best in the shade of cinnamon trees. Afterward, we sipped nutmeg tea along with nutmeg jam slathered on fried plantains.

The one dive site that I have mixed feeling about was at Tanjung Island. The place is full of sea snakes and not the relatively cute banded sea kraits, but the big, fat Chinese Sea snakes. These guys are the thickness of your arm and about six feet long and they appear to be very inquisitive. It’s a bit eerie to see dozens of snakes swim by as if in formation. We did four dives here and I think I have pretty much had my fill of sea snakes.

A great trip, well worth the jet lag, we managed to log 38 dives for a total of 37 and a half hours under water and piled up just under 22,000 miles. To put that into perspective, the earth’s circumference is 24,901 miles ... we were this close.

Meanwhile closer to home, walking about town, continuing on the theme of what's new in Baghdad by the Bay ... The building housing the long-standing Aardvark Books at 227 Church St. (and Market) has been sold. It’s been in the works for a while, but now it looks as if it’s a done deal, they’ve been there since 1978, is over. But hey, no one reads anymore

anyway. Just look at the current resident of the White House.

I’m looking forward to its next incarnation, the bookstore, not the White House, a five-story-mixed-use building. That means condos on the top floors and an empty retail space on the first floor.

The former Mill location, a women’s clothing store looks as if it may become Noe Valleys first cannabis dispensary. Lord knows we could use one. I just don’t know if they can compete with the local delivery services.

Chaps, a Castro shop specializing in .... well it’s a sex shop in the Castro, you figure it out, is calling it quits after 25 years. Another one bites the dust.

The biggest disappointment for me was hearing that Spenger’s Fish Grotto in Oakland has closed. They had a pretty good run, 128 years. I remember going there for my favorite, sand dabs, fries and lots of crunchy Italian bread. To my way of thinking they

never really overcame the transition from family business

to being part of a corporate conglomerate.

On the plus side, ice-skating has returned to Union Square. The Safeway / Alaska Airlines Holiday Ice Ring is marking its 11th season at Union Square. If that doesn’t work for you there’s

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the Holiday Ice Rink in Embarcadero Plaza. A third skating rink is scheduled to open in the Civic Center. For every tradition that passes, i.e. Chaps, another one fills the void.

Fleet Week, that glorious exhibition of noise, militarism and crowds was a huge success. I spent Sunday on the S.S. Jeremiah O’Brien, enjoying the people and the show. It was a great time to actually enjoy my tax dollars at work. In the interests of full disclosure, our cat, Patszu, was not happy with the noise, but really, he’s a cat.

November 11th is Veteran’s Day, and this year marks the 100th anniversary of the Armistice that ended World War I, the war to end all wars. We know how that worked out. Carl Sandburg summed it all up in his poem, The Grass.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo

Shovel them under and let me work

I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg

And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun

Shovel them under and let me work

Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:

What place is this?

Where are we now?

I am the grass.

Let me work.

That's pretty much it for this month until next month stay wet and remember what Herb Caen had to say about San Francisco ... Can a town that has sour-dough bread and honey butter muffins be all bad? Not on your life! The crab may be frozen but it’s fresh frozen, and the Swan Oyster Depot is more redolent of oysters than swans and everything is fresh there, especially the paisans. The cheap white wine smells like a wet collie, so hold your nose delicately ‘twixt thumb and forefinger and drink, for tomorrow, keed, we die. I keep telling you, it’s a great town. You’ve got to be crazy to think so and crazier not to. Stay off the cable cars and out of the health food stores and you’ll outlive us all.

SFRD September’s Blast from the Past

Once again You are There, the time is November 1998, here are some of the highlights of Volume XXXI No. 11 of The Reef Diver Times, Newsletter of the San Francisco Reef Divers. For those of you wondering how this is possible, you need only remember Mr. Peabody of Rocky and His Friends and The Bullwinkle Show. As you may recall, Mr. Peabody, is a beagle and the smartest being in existence. A Nobel laureate, Olympic medalist, scientist and inventor, despite his many accomplishments, he is lonely. So, he decides

to adopt. He meets Sherman a dorky, bespectacled, red-haired boy. After saving Sherman from a group of bullies, Peabody discovers that Sherman is an orphan and decides to adopt him. After a court appearance and a talk with the President, Peabody becomes Sherman's new guardian. As a birthday gift for Sherman, Peabody invents the WABAC (Wayback) time machine. He and Sherman go back in time to see a Roman speaking in Latin; Peabody adds a translator circuit to the machine so that everyone seems to speak English. Their next trip is to see Ben Franklin flying his kite and discovering electricity, but Peabody and Sherman realize that they cannot interact or change the past. Peabody makes


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some more adjustments, turning the WABAC into a "should-have-been machine". That brings us to where we are now … THE REEF RAP Tuesday, November 17 - NOVEMBER GENERAL MEETING AND ELECTION OF 1999 CLUB OFFICERS: Don’t miss this meeting! And please volunteer to be an officer ... just for a year ... we need a president, entertainment chair, and assistant newsletter editors ... please come; please run! Plus, don’t miss this month’s Guest speaker Bruce Watkins, photographer and writer, well-known for his articles in California Diving News and for his popular book on diving in and around Monterey and Carmel. Details page 2 and 3. Saturday, November 21 - CYPRESS POINT BOAT DIVE: This dive is for “more experienced” divers (25 dives or more - no novices, please). $60 covers coffee and bagels for breakfast, deli lunch, and air fills for three dives, but not crew tips. Trip is currently “full”, but call Jim Vallario to see if you can finagle him into trying to reserve more spots or get on the waiting list. Saturday, December 12 - DID SOMEONE SUGGEST A PADDLE?” We’d like to schedule a paddle, but no coordinator has stepped forward to save the day ... If anyone is interested, please contact Jim Vallario or Frank King, and come to the November General Meeting to make an announcement! Saturday OR Sunday, November 28th OR 29th - AB SEASON CLOSER: Which day to you prefer? Consensus will rule the choice. We’ll meet at Ft. Ross, choose the best spot for the day’s abalone hunting, then picnic. Contact Jim Vallario. Details page 8. Tuesday, December 15 - ANNUAL SFRD CHRISTMAS PARTY: More fun than you’ve had all year - above sea level - at the Pacific Rod & Gun Club Loretta Lowe, our fearless coordinator, needs lots of assistance, so please call her today to volunteer. Details page 5. Friday, January 1, 1999 - DIVE POINT LOBOS NEW YEAR’S DAY: Reserve Now! This is one of the most popular events of the year. Fran King coordinates. Details page 7. January 10, 1999 - DEADLINE TO SAVE $5 ON YOUR MEMBERSHIP RENEWAL: Send Money Now! There’s a renewal form in this issue ... fill it out and send it in , along with your $20 annual dues and save $5 (dues is being raised to $25 for new members or members renewing after Jan. 10 ... but we’re STILL the cheapest dive club around!) Details page 10. February 5-7, 1999 - SFRD ANNUAL SKI WEEKEND: Drive up to Lake Tahoe on Friday; stay through Sunday in the really, really fabulous house we’ve rented for several consecutive years. Ski to your hearts content at your choice of the many nearby venues (Northstar, Alpine Valley, Heavenly, etc). – downhill and/or cross country – we’ve got members who do both. $75 members / $85 non-members per person for bedroom space for the weekend; $65 members / $75 non-members per person for the weekend to sleep in common space. We bring our own food. See page 7 for details. In other news there were salacious hot tub photos from the Sea Ranch extravaganza. Discussion around the upcoming club officer’s elections, special trips for underwater photographers aboard the Beach Hopper, with free film processing provided by Backscatter.

There were exotic trips by Bamboo Reef to Cozumel at Scuba Club Galapago (Scuba Club), $1350 for five days of boat diving, including airfare and meals and new members included our very own Ken Gwin ... beer!


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Divers confirm that a shipwreck off Franz Josef Land in the Russian Arctic is that of forgotten British explorer Benjamin Leigh Smith.

A shipwreck found near the North Pole has been confirmed as the remains of the Eira, a British vessel belonging to Benjamin Leigh Smith that sank in 1881 after being crushed by ice floes. Leigh Smith was a fellow of the Royal Geographical Society and a cousin of Florence Nightingale. He undertook five major scientific explorations to the North Pole area but in 1881 he and his crew became stranded for more than 10 months in the freezing cold Franz Josef Land after giant icebergs crushed their ship.

The crew made a miraculous escape to safety nearly 150 years ago. After the Eira sank, the crew built a shelter from driftwood, rocks and ship masts and

somehow survived six months of total darkness and intense cold in the Arctic winter. Fortunately some of the men were experienced hunters from the Shetland Islands and the group lived by hunting seals, walruses and polar bears. The 25 men had to wait 10 months for the ice sheets to clear before they could turn salvaged tablecloths into sails for a new boat.

They were rescued the next summer after a perilous journey in storm force winds in the Eira's four lifeboats to the waters off Novaya Zemlya where they were found by an expedition sent from England to rescue them.

The ship was only located in 2017 when video cameras spotted an object just about as large as the Eira on the seabed near Cape Flora, an island just 550 miles from the North Pole which Mr Leigh Smith named after his cousin. Divers from St Petersburg’s Maritime Heritage Association identified the wreck

Tech-tagged albatrosses bode ill for rogue trawlers as French Navy battles illegal fishing

Mariners of old believed that an albatross following their ship signified good luck, but fishermen illegally trawling the Indian Ocean now have cause to be wary of the majestic seabirds.

Some 250 albatrosses are being equipped with tiny transceivers that will automatically pick up trawlers’ radar signals.

Their locations will be transmitted to the French navy, which will use the data to identify vessels fishing in prohibited waters in the Indian Ocean, off the remote French islands of Crozet, Kerguelen and Amsterdam. France is


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responsible for patrolling some 260,000 square miles of the southern sea.

Vessels fishing illegally generally switch off their automatic identification system (AIS) to avoid being tracked by satellite, but they cannot navigate safely without emitting low-level radar signals which the birds’ transceivers can detect as they fly over the ships.

The transceivers, weighing less than 60 grams, will be mounted on the albatrosses’ backs. They can pick up radar signals within a radius of more than three miles. Scientists will also use them to track the birds and analyze their feeding habits.

The transceiver beacons, developed by scientists from France and New Zealand, will be fitted on albatrosses over the next five months in an operation known as “Ocean Sentinel”. Further trials are also to be carried out next year off New Zealand and Hawaii.

Chinese-flagged vessels have often been suspected of breaching international regulations, according to campaigners. Others have been registered in Panama, Belize or Malaysia, but even when ships are tracked with GPS and satellite systems, catching them in the act and taking their owners and operators to court can prove difficult and costly.

Found, missing piece of the world’s oldest analogue computer - The Antikythera Mechanism

Discovered in 2017 resembling greenish rock, further investigation on land has revealed it to be a bronze eight-centimetre disk. It features four metal arms at each corner with holes for pins, an x-ray revealing the engraving of Taurus the bull.

While it cannot be said conclusively whether it is a missing part of the Mechanism or not, based on evidence found so far, it is said to look exactly like other parts of the computer.

The other possibility is that it could be part of a second mechanism that has yet to be unearthed, or something else entirely.

What is known so far is that Antikythera Mechanism was built by the ancient Greeks to calculate astronomical positions.

It first disappeared 2,200 years ago after the ship carrying it sunk near the island of Antikythera. It was first rediscovered in 1901 by sponge divers, who took their intriguing find back to land, where it was investigated by archaeologist Valerios Stais at the National Archaeological Museum in Athens.

Since then scientists have found that the computer can perform basic mathematical functions and can accurately track the movements of the sun, moon, planets and constellations, along with the timing of equinoxes and eclipses.

The site of the discovery has since been both explored and looted thoroughly. Among the finds have been statues made of bronze and marble, coins, a sarcophagus lid, along with furniture.


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This just in from Phil Darling our southern California representative:

The Annual Avalon, Catalina Harbor Cleanup February 23, 2019

Here's the registration link: https://events.usc.edu/esvp/esvp_38thcleanup.php

It is a fun event, and not as disgusting as the "harbor cleanup" would imply. Yes, there is a Saturday morning dive in the harbor to collect trash, but there are literally hundreds of divers (sometimes over 500); and it is followed by a really nice raffle (i.e. really nice prizes ... dive computers, regulators, tanks, etc.).

You can take the ferry over on Friday afternoon, and return on Sunday.

Help Support the Pacific Grove Hyperbaric Chamber

The Pacific Grove Hyperbaric Chamber is the only multi-place Emergency Chamber for divers and carbon monoxide victims between Southern California and Seattle Washington. Let that sink in fr a moment.

The Chamber is run solely by on call volunteers during emergencies. The volunteer staff includes medical doctors, registered nurses, respiratory therapists, dive medical technicians, emergency medical technicians, and other trained personnel. The MDs are trained to national standards set by the Undersea and Hyperbaric Medical Society (UHMS) and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA). Our crew is trained to the national standards of National Board of Diving and Hyperbaric Medical Technology (NBDHMT).

If you get bent, you want this place to be u and running. Consider making a year-end donation to support the chamber: http://www.montereycountygives.com/pghc The Monterey County Gives project starts on November 8th and runs through December 3st.


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SINCE JANUARY 1ST 1973 ABOUT SAN FRANCISCO REEF DIVERS (SFRD):

The Reef Diver Times is the official newsletter of the San Francisco Reef Divers, a not for profit community organization dedicated to safe sport diving and the preservation of our ocean resources.

Membership is $25 annually, dues payable to “SFRD”. The General Meeting is held the 3rd Wednesday of the month. Location is announced one week prior to the meeting. Please check our yahoo site for details http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sfreefdivers/ We meet at 7:00pm for socializing, drinks, food and club

business. For more information, visit http://www.sfreefdivers.org or our Facebook page

SAN FRANCISCO REEF DIVERS

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515 Diamond Street San Francisco, CA 94114

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