Trip Report 6-18-06
Whew !! I am exhausted !! I returned from Hatteras early Sat AM, after a 42 hour nonstop sail. I spent the rest of the day unloading gear & tanks from three weeks of Hatteras runs. Today, is Fathers day. Every fathers day I run a shallow inshore trip to dive with my son Nick. This year I told RJ. That he could bring a few guys from the shop.

The engines were still hot from the Hatteras run as we sailed out the inlet. The previous day had been like glass> I passed my old friend Captain Mick from the CRT 11 He told me that the inshore vis had been great. So with Nick at the wheel we headed for the Macedonia. A steel wreck in 50 Ft. Of water off Sandy Hook. Ordinarily I do not frequent this wreck. It is a nice wreck with boilers, engine, and prop all laid out in a row, but the vis is usually poor. Today would be an ideal day to revisit this wreck.

The seas were flat at the wreck site. Conditions were perfect. Captain Terry, set the hook, and we were ready for diving. Nick and I suited up in our doubles, and over the side we went. Once on the bottom, Nick got cold, and came up. I stayed for a 30 Min dive. All the lobsters were small, but the vis was a good 30 Ft., and the fish were plentiful. We were tied into the prop shaft. I used this as a landmark, to travel the wreck. It was much the same as I remembered it.

RJ’s guys were all over this wreck, loving it. The conditions were better than the quarry, with lots more to see. The shallow depth allowed for long bottom times. Dave found an intact plate, with the name of the ship that hit the Macedonia. Some of the other divers found broken pieces of china Also. Eventually even long bottom times come to an end. We all agree that we would like to come back here again. Meanwhile, RJ, & Nick are making a case, for me to buy my son a dry suit. The day was not a total loss, Nick got to jump off the veranda into the water a few times. Since it was Fathers day, we only did one dive, and headed in. We had other Fathers and Bar B Qs waiting for us. The 15 mile ride flew by as the miles disappeared under our hull.