The biggest thing during the first dive happened almost immediately upon descent. Amber's tank o-ring blew at about 30 feet. She made a graceful ascent and I followed along. As she changed tanks, I snapped a quick shot of our dive boat, the Martini.

We saw a lovely Green Moray, but he was unwilling to come out of his hole, even when we returned later. The Soapfish might look sick, but actually, he's just lazy.

Iron Shores was a nice little spur and groove site with some nice textures that Amber picked up.