CCR Cave Training
January 2007
So how do you read a cenote? Well first you look at
where the leaves and twigs that have fallen in the water collect. That is the
siphon side. The clear end of the cenote will be the spring. Then look for the
"inky darkness" and that is where you want to go. Many caves in Mexico
are very light limestone so the bottoms of cenotes can be quite white in colour,
except where the cave starts. The black hole that is the cave beckons us to
enter and we can't wait to answer the call.
Ron, Mike and I have just started what we will soon discover is the most
challenging dive class any of us have ever taken, Closed circuit rebreather full
cave diver. If cave diving is considered the most extreme form of recreational
scuba diving then our instructor, Matt is one of the most extreme cave divers in
the world. He has logged over 2500 cave dives throughout the world and was
safety diver for many cave video projects including the feature film "The
Cave". His name also appears on many cave maps throughout the Mayan Riviera
as an explorer mapping new tunnels and cave systems. We were fortunate enough to
have Matt share his vast knowledge with us over the next 7 days.
Our first challenge, other than getting to class on time was to do a circuit on
a cave line in open water with our eyes closed. "If you open your eyes I
will rip your mask off" Matt warned. "If I catch you doing it again I
will assume you are afraid of the dark and we should discuss if you should be
here". We swam around the cenote, while making contact with the guideline
with our eyes closed. All the while Matt is attempting to entangle us with
anything we have dangling, and at one point pulled the guideline from my
fingers. Fortunately I remembered my training from my intro cave course one year
previous and used my safety reel, made a tie off and did a proper lost line
search. This must have endeared me to the instructor since he seemed to leave me
alone for the rest of the dive. Our next dive was into the cavern zone. Dark
enough to require lights but still close enough to the exit to see some light
coming through. Since we were diving with rebreathers we found our open water
bouyancy habits to be a little wanting in the cave where bouyancy is ever so
important. Those of us who let our fins touch the cave floor soon felt the sting
of Matt's dive light rapping our ankles.
The caves in Mexico are beautifully decorated with stalactites, stalagmites and
many other formations (known as speliothems) due to the fact that as recently as
the last ice age (around 12,000 years ago) these caves were dry and limestone
bearing water dripped from the cave ceiling making the glorious formations we
see today. These delicate limestone formations take thousands of years to form.
It only takes one misplaced fin or one scraped tank (or rebreather cannister) to
damage these formations forever.
One of the main benefits of diving rebreather in a
cave is the much longer run times. When diving with open circuit scuba your time
is limited, you have just so much air to get from A to B and back, leaving some
for emergencies. With rebreather cave diving time is much less the enemy. Our
main limitation was bailout gas supply. Bailout is the emergency open circuit
scuba we carry in the event we have a failure of the rebreather. For the first
couple of dives we carried 40 cubic foot tanks slung on our left side for
bailout, and we soon got used to using it. On our third dive we had to simulate
a failed rebreather, and light. We switched to open circuit bailout and turned
on our backup lights and began exiting the cave. I was the last man in the group
and als I started to lag behind found myself getting further and further away
from the other members of the team. As they pulled away from me Matt came out of
the gloom and signaled to me to stop swimming to see if my team-mates would come
back for me. It was soon apparent that they were going to leave me so I was told
to start swimming for the exit. Matt signaled a second time for me to stop. He
wanted to drive a point home to my team-mates by delaying my exit so they could
see how far behind a team member could get. Unfortunately my delayed exit was
causing my breathing rate to speed up a little bit and shortly after Matt
signaled me to start up again I noticed my reg was not breathing as well as it
should. I could see the cave exit as my second breathe came through a little
harder. I quickly realized that my tank was nearly empty and although I was
aware that my rebreather actually did work when my reg finally failed to deliver
life giving air I got the chilling thought of what it must have been like for
the 400 or so divers who have perished in caves over the years when that same
hard breathing sensation came over them. This was just an excercise but it was a
sobering realization that things can go bad really fast in a cave. After that
dive we decided to all carry larger bailout cylinders so 80cubic foot tanks were
clipped on for the next dives.
Our agreed upon bailout range was to be 1500 ft penetration with these larger
tanks. It is usually considered that 50 feet per minute is a good pace for cave
diving so although we had many hours of bottom time our range was limited by our
bailout to be within 30 minutes from the cave exit. That was all well and good
until we did our first eyes closed touch contact exit from the cave. It was here
we discovered that 50ft per minute is fine when you can see but in the dark you
can expect to take at least twice as long to exit. Now we had to decide whether
to carry more bailout gas, limit our cave pentration or adopt a different
approach to bailout called team bailout where we agree to share bailout gas in
the event of any team member having a failure. This seemed like a great idea
until we had to practice it in total darkness.
For our next dive we decided as a team that should there be a rebreather failure
(and we were pretty sure one would happen) that the affected team member would
take up the middle position so that they could access either of the other
members bailout gas. Looked good on paper I guess. I was team member 3 so I was
last in and therefore first out. When the lights when out from a signal from
Matt, I soon got the tap on the head and the signal indicating I would be
"it". I switched to my bailout in the total darkness and signalled by
touch to the next member of the team I was on bailout and he was to switch
positions with me. I moved hand over hand to the next position in line and
waited patiently for the last man to make touch contact by grasping my elbow so
we could start our exit. I waited for what seemed like an eternity then started
moving away from the exit toward where the last man in line should have been in
contact with the guidline. I soon realized he wasn't there. I turned toward the
exit and began making my exit as a solo diver, on bailout, in the dark.... I
soon got a tap on the head from Matt he had me watch as my two other team-mates
were making a touch contact exit blissfully unaware that I was not among them.
They both looked rather sheepish when I finally emerged but it was decided that
switching positions when in total darkness was not a very good idea. Matt had
driven home the point quite well.
One of our dives involved crawling over a bedding plane, which is a low ceiling
very wide tunnel where the only way to get through is crawl on your belly like a
reptile. This was over very jagged limestone known as velcro rock for obvious
reasons. Even though our rebreathers and tanks clanked and banged as we shuffled
through Matt effortlessly glided through like a ghost; and he is not a small
guy. We soon came to a landmark that indicated a jump to a rarely used line
leading to a beautifully decorated room. This was to be our turn around point
but it was great to have a dive where we could focus on the cave on not skills
and drills. We were finally starting to feel like cave divers instead of marine
recruits.
Much planning and preparation went into taking this course in Mexico and
packing equipment was a big part of that. One thing I wish I had not packed was
a cold virus. Shortly after arriving the first sniffles showed up. I tried to
ignore it but by day 3 things were getting bad. I went against everything I
believe in and took medication before diving (gasp). Everyone seems to have a
sure-fire remedy for a cold when you are sick but I first tried herbal remedies
then by day 4 I brought out the big guns, Sudafed. It took me a while to clear
my ears but I was able to do it so I kept diving.
One aspect of diving where rebreathers fall behind open circuit is up and down
profiles. Prior to attending this course I considered myself to have pretty good
buoyancy control. I can glide through a wreck, frog kicking merrily and usually
not disturbing the silt too much. Wrecks tend to be fairly stable platforms with
constant depths at least usually if you stay on one deck whereas caves can be
very unpredictable depth-wise. Matt had taken us to Taj Mahal, a very beautiful
cave near Akumal. It is also considered to be not rebreather friendly due to the
roller coaster ups and downs we had to transit while diving this cave. At one
part of our dive we came up from 50ft to about 6ft from the surface then back
down to 50ft again. This was playing hell on my sinuses, never mind what it was
doing to our buoyancy control. By the second dive my ears were killing me. I
attempted to do it but had to give the thumbs up signal 20 minutes into the
dive. After we headed back to Playa, Matt and I sat down to talk about my
illness. We looked at IANTD standards and it seems I was just 10 minutes shy of
meeting the minimum cave time to pass the course, I had thumbed the dive just
100ft shy of the true cave zone (we were still officially in the cavern zone at
this point) so I needed one more cave dive of 10 minutes duration to complete
this course.
So with my nose running like a freight train, my ears screaming with pain, I
went back to my hotel room to decide if I want to quit now or finish the
training. I woke up the next morning with every bone aching. Stuffed up and
suffering from lack of sleep from the coughing fits I was having all night. I
was going to call it quits but I decided to just put one foot in front of the
other and see how far I got before it became unbearable. I assembled my
rebreather as I did every day. Ate a light breakfast of eggs on tortillas and
Sudafed and started packing my gear on Matt’s truck. We were heading to Tulum
to a cenote called Escondido also known as Maya Blue. I was still feeling like
crap but I was handling it OK so far.
When we got to the cenote I set things up and seemed to feel OK. I trudged down
to the water with my gear and entered the cenote for a plan that called for 2
dives to complete a circuit. As I began my S-drill a stabbing pain in my left
eye forced me to the surface. Matt pointed out that with a rebreather we have
nothing but time to allow me to equalize my sinuses. I went to the stair in the
cenote and one rung at a time made my way down to the bottom. The first dive was
to set up then the second dive would allow us to make the circuit complete. It
sounded like fun and I soon forgot about my ailments.
Unfortunately the team had miscounted the number of reels required for the
execution of the plan so when it became apparent while in the cenote Matt was a
little ticked and revised the plan to just do a cave tour instead with only one
jump to navigate. This was to be a mostly relaxing dive. We had a couple of
drills to perform but nothing too exciting then mostly enjoyed the beauty of the
cave. After 74 minutes we came out had a quick debrief and I exited the water.
I was done (whew) and the other guys had one or two more skills to perform but I
was off the hook and could give my aching ears and sinuses a rest. We drove to
Tulum for a nice BBQ pollo and tortilla dinner then back to Playa for the course
wrap up. None of us were entirely sure we had passed the course at this point so
we had to wait like school kids waiting to see the principal while Matt
interviewed us one by one. Mike, who did not have the benefit of previous cave
training was probably the most worried about the final evaluation but in the end
we all were given the nod and were now able to officially call ourselves cave
divers.