I have known many fine people for whom living the life
aquatic through diving is their passion which is shared with infectious
enthusiasm. Tonight, the person
embodying this spirit who instantly comes to mind is Lisa Vandergriff. She partnered in that passion with her loving
husband, Jerry—the inseparable First Couple of Alaska diving, even when that
diving was in Cozumel and Kona. They were
long serving ambassadors of Alaska diving.
Perhaps most importantly, they were the Keepers of the Cove at a time
when the cove most needed someone to help keep it. And they always had fun while doing all of
it.
It is with great sadness that I learned yesterday morning that Lisa
passed away at home in Kona. The ocean will seem a little bit larger and the Cove a little more lonely
because of her passing.
As a scuba instructor, Lisa certified countless divers in
the wintry waters of Smitty’s Cove in Whittier, Alaska. Smitty’s was Lisa’s office—an interesting
place to practice her craft of transforming uplanders into divers. This is a difficult task made even more
challenging when one considers it is being done in cold water and with divers
in drysuits---gear that makes some feel like the balloon in Macy’s Thanksgiving
Parade. Many instructors could probably
certify divers under these conditions, but few can convince the student divers
that they are having fun while learning the skills. Lisa was one who performed that remarkable
feat. I recall the joy with which she
certified her teenage nephew. While she
was always enthusiastic with every student or dive buddy, there seemed to be
for her a particular glee from passing on the love of diving to one of her
relations.
Whittier lies at the head of a fjord in western Prince
William Sound. In the winter, waters are
cold--a few degrees above freezing--and clear, perfect conditions for diving
even in Alaska’s low winter sun.
Whittier has a reputation for having a perpetual snowstorm that starts
in October and continues until switching over to perpetual rain storm sometime
around April or May. An exaggeration to
be sure, but only a slight one. The
sunlight of the lengthening days of summer triggers a plankton bloom which
turns the waters green and drives the underwater visibility to from dozens of
yards to a few feet.
These conditions may explain the popularity of referral
courses—start the class and pool work in Anchorage, finish the open water
portion of the course in Hawaii. Yet, if
you were Lisa-certified in Whittier, you could dive pretty much in any
conditions anywhere in the world. I
recall two teenage brothers certified by Lisa went to Bonaire. They related to me how the resort dive shop owner
was reluctant to let these two freshly-minted open water divers venture out on
their own. The shop owner asked “where were you certified?” They responded, “Alaska” and the owner asked no
further questions. Cove-certified divers
have one added benefit. When the weather
is clear, the view from the Cove is stunning as one gazes seaward toward
glacier-bracketed Canal Passage.
I recall the order of the typical Cove dive. For Lisa and Jerry, the routine and the route
had the familiarity of walking down well-worn neighborhood paths. Gear up from the back of the vehicles in the
parking lot. Walk down the ramp to the
water. Put on fins. Do the gear check. Submerge and head to the
first underwater landmark, “the box.”
From the box and with enough air, the divers could make all or part of
the grand tour. As the bottom dropped
dramatically, divers yonder in loose formation to the airplane, the sea pen bed, the
crane, the wolf eel in the pipe,
sauntering over to the reef balls before heading “up the hill” to the box doing
a safety stop at the foot of the ramp. Lisa
and Jerry guided divers through the terrain, taking note of every critter
encountered, exhaustively recorded in meticulously accurate detail in their
diver log book. When you approach every
dive as an adventure, nothing you find is ever routine. A second dive followed, but only after a
surface interval that cautiously assured no one would exceed the no
decompression limits.
The last act of the day’s ritual was to sign log books over
burgers at the nearby Anchor Inn—a social way to decompress with their diving
friends. I do not keep a logbook, so I
would sometimes skip the gathering at the Inn.
In doing so, I deprived myself of one third of the dive because the best
parts of any dive with Lisa and Jerry were the before, the during, and the after.
The diving and camaraderie were not just limited to
Whittier. Every year during Alaska’s
summer, Jerry and Lisa would venture to Cozumel, inviting friends to join them
for part or all of their time on the island.
They opened their Kona home to a constant stream of Alaska divers. Other dives included the spring cleanup of an
Anchorage area lake. Monthly dinners at
area restaurants, pot luck dinners with their dive group were events not to be
missed.
Particularly special was the
annual Christmas party at their Anchorage residence and the Underwater Easter
Egg hunt in Smitty’s Cove followed by a
gathering in Begich Tower.
It was all quite amazing.
I miss my friend.
I am "Lisa"certified and have had the opportunity to experience everything said in this article! Spot On!! :) The best thing about for me has been Lisa, Jerry and all the other people they brought into my life through diving.
ReplyDeleteDid you make the Smitty's cove map? I would love to see a clear version if possible.
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