There's nothing left

Today, thA duDe and I left with the intentions of hitting the rapids - a spot in the river where the current has been ripping so hard the past few weeks that you can't keep your spot when you wear 60 pounds of lead. We were hoping that a week without rain would have slowed the flow. How wrong we were. The spot was still raging and one look at it was all we needed before we decided that there were other spots we could find. So we headed back up river until we found a good candidate. We parked the POS, geared up, and stepped into the water. I must say that this was the deepest spot I've seen so far in the Edisto. I would estimate it to be about 20 feet, but that's just a guess. Today, I learned that my dive computer needs a new battery. Hated. I can only imagine how much that's gonna cost. Nothing about diving is cheap. Anyway, my pressure guage and compass still worked, and after swimming around for a few minutes, I found a small rock bed in the new spot. Mere minutes after finding it, I ran across what looked like a really old bottle. Wrong again. That's twice today already. It was a bottle for log cabin syrup. I could tell under water. I set it up on end so I could tell if I was swimming in circles. Three times I came back to the syrup bottle, so I decided it was about time to surface and find another place to dive. I bashed my head on like 3 fallen trees on the way up, but I finally got back to the boat. We probably won't dive that spot again. Back to ye olde faithful whale spot. We've beat on that spot like a suspect in shackles, so I wasn't expecting too much. To my surprise, though, I didn't do too badly the first dive. The big shamer angy at top left as well as the pristine little mamma jamma from the second photo came from that dive, too. I heard thA duDe's signal, and even though I still had some air, I decided to go back to the boat to change my batteries in my light. What a mistake. My light didn't work the rest of the day. I'm really starting to hate that stupid thing. Every time I change the batteries, it won't turn on. I decided that I would go it in the dark rather than just sit on the boat and wait for thA duDe. The whale spot is a little shallow, like 7 feet, so some light gets to the bottom as long as the sun is right overhead. I had surface light for about 20 minutes, and I managed to find a few scraps, but nothing else. I really think that this spot is done with. I'm starting to remember bottom features because I've seen them so many times. Suddenly, everything went black, and I knew that my dive was done. You don't want to navigate log jams with no light. That's suicide, because you can easily get tangled, and you'd never know where you were stuck. Plus, there could be gators lurking. I knew where I was, though, and I swam safely back to the boat. thA duDe wasn't far behind. We compared finds and packed up our gear right as a thunderstorm rolled in. It poured all the way back to the boat landing. As we neared the bridge, I was sure to steer right under the drain so it would drench thA duDe. We're still kids at heart! On the way home, we both decided that next time we go, we WILL find a new spot.