As I was pondering what D location to post about today, I read JT's description of Doran Beach, CA, here and decided I would love to visit Doran Beach - her pictures and description were wonderful. I love Northern California and the ocean and I would very much like to invite JT to join me on the beach for some walking and talking and other "sand in our toes" sort of activites.
But instead of using Doran Beach as my topic, I decided to go back to the original thought I had when the letter D popped into my head today - deep sea diving. I would love to try it. It would mean facing a few fears, that's for sure. There is the fear of all things hiding in that deep blue...but there is also the fear of being deep under water, trusting a tank of oxygen to keep me alive. From reading some of my posts, one might suspect I'm a fearful person - that is not true at all. Or at least not true to the observer and honestly I don't think of myself as fearful because I can force myself to do some stuff that scares the bejesus out of me. The contradiction is that I sometimes force myself to do things that scare me willingly, because I so much want the experience. Another good example would be bungee jumping - there is a bridge in British Columbia that has a bungee jumping outfit, or at least they did some years back. I saw video of some folks doing it once and just so badly wanted to do it. My friend Bryan said he'd go with me, but his wife (also my dear friend), who may have been pregnant at the time, vetoed that particular conversation from going any further. I truly believe if I had the opportunity, I would find a way to force myself off that bridge, just so I could say I did it. I suspect I would feel the same if the opportunity came to go deep sea diving. I don't want a cage, I don't want to just snorkel - if I'm going to do it, I want to get out there and DO IT. It is hard to explain how weird it feels to write that, while the hair on the back of my neck goes up gets all prickly as the shudder runs down my back.