Everest at the Bottom of the Sea. Arrival You toss in your seaman's bunk and dream the oldest, oddest beachcomber's dream: Something has siphoned away all the waters of the seas, and you're taking a cold, damp hike down into the world's empty pool.
Beer cans, busted pipes, concrete blocks, grocery carts, a Cadillac on its back, all four tires missing- -every object casts a long, stark shadow on the puddled sand. With the Manhattan skyline and the Statue of Liberty behind you, you trek due east into the sunrise, following the toxic trough of the Hudson River's outflow- -known to divers in these parts as the Mudhole- -until you arrive, some miles out, at Wreck Valley. You see whole fishing fleets asleep on their sides and about a million lobsters crawling around like giant cockroaches, waving confounded antennae in the thin air.
Yeah, what a dump of history you see, a real Coney Island of catastrophes. The greatest human migration in the history of the world passed through here, first in a trickle of dauntless hard- asses, and then in that famous flood of huddled masses, Western man's main manifest destiny arcing across the northern ocean. The whole story is written in the ruins: in worm- ridden middens, mere stinking piles of mud; in tall ships chewed to fish- bone skeletons; five- hundred- foot steel- plated cruisers plunked down onto their guns; the battered cigar tubes of German U- boats; and sleek yachts scuttled alongside sunken tubs as humble as old boots. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. You can't stop to poke around or fill your pockets with souvenirs. You're on a journey to the continent's edge, where perhaps the missing water still pours into the Atlantic abyss with the tremendous roar of a thousand Niagaras.
Something waits there that might explain, and that must justify, your presence in this absence, this scooped- out plain where no living soul belongs. And you know, with a sudden chill, that only your belief in the dream, the focus of your mind and your will on the possibility of the impossible, holds back the annihilating weight of the water. Corbis. The Mariners' Museum. Fear Factor Season 1 Episode 9.
You wake up in the dark and for a moment don't know where you are, until you hear the thrum of the diesel and feel the beam roll. Then you realize that what awakened you was the abrupt decrease of noise, the engine throttling down, and the boat and the bunk you lie in subsiding into the swell, and you remember that you are on the open sea, drawing near to the wreck of the Andrea Doria.
You feel the boat lean into a turn, cruise a little ways, and then turn again, and you surmise that up in the pilothouse, Captain Dan Crowell has begun to "mow the lawn," steering the sixty- foot exploration vessel the Seeker back and forth, taking her through a series of slow passes, sniffing for the Doria. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below.
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Crowell, whom you met last night when you hauled your gear aboard, is a big, rugged- looking guy, about six feet two inches in boat shoes, with sandy brown hair and a brush mustache. Only his large, slightly hooded eyes put a different spin on his otherwise gruff appearance; when he blinks into the green light of the sonar screen, he resembles a thoughtful sentinel owl. Another light glows in the wheelhouse: a personal computer, integral to the kind of technical diving Crowell loves. The Seeker's crew of five divvies up hour- and- a- half watches for the ten- hour trip from Montauk, Long Island, but Crowell will have been up all night in a state of tense vigilance.
A veteran of fifty Doria trips, Crowell considers the hundred- mile cruise- -both coming and going- -to be the most dangerous part of the charter, beset by imminent peril of fog and storm and heavy shipping traffic. It's not for nothing that mariners call this patch of ocean where the Andrea Doria collided with another ocean liner the "Times Square of the Atlantic."You feel the Seeker's engine back down with a growl and can guess what Crowell is seeing now on the forward- looking sonar screen: a spattering of pixels, like the magnetic shavings on one of those draw- the- beard slates, coalescing into partial snapshots of the seven- hundred- foot liner. What the sonar renders is but a pallid gray portrait of the outsized hulk, which, if it stood up on its stern on the bottom, 2. Seeker, dripping and roaring like Godzilla.
Most likely you're directly above her now, a proximity you feel in the pit of your stomach. As much as the physical wreck itself, it's the Doria legend you feel leaking upward through the Seeker's hull like some kind of radiation. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. Advertisement - Continue Reading Below"The Mount Everest of scuba diving," people call the wreck, in another useful catchphrase. Its badass rep is unique in the sport. Tell a fellow diver you've done the Great Barrier Reef or the Red Sea, they think you've got money.
Tell 'em you've done the Doria, they know you've got balls. Remote enough to expose you to maritime horrors- -the Seeker took a twenty- five- foot wave over its bow on a return trip last summer- -the Doria's proximity to the New York and New Jersey coasts has been a constant provocation for two generations. The epitome, in its day, of transatlantic style and a luxurious symbol of Italy's post- -World War II recovery, the Andrea Doria has remained mostly intact and is still full of treasure: jewelry, art, an experimental automobile, bottles of wine- -plus mementos of a bygone age, like brass shuffleboard numbers and silver and china place settings, not so much priceless in themselves but much coveted for the challenge of retrieving them. But tempting as it is to the average wreck diver, nobody approaches the Doria casually.
The minimum depth of a Doria dive is 1. Several years of dedicated deep diving is considered a sane apprenticeship for those who make the attempt- -that, plus a single- minded focus that subsumes social lives and drains bank accounts. Ten thousand dollars is about the minimum ante for the gear and the training and the dives you need to get under your belt. And that just gets you to the hull and hopefully back. For those who wish to penetrate the crumbling, maze- like interior, the most important quality is confidence bordering on hubris: trust in a lucid assessment of your own limitations and belief in your decision- making abilities, despite the knowledge that divers of equal if not superior skill have possessed those same beliefs and still perished.
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Advertisement - Continue Reading Below. Propped up on your elbows, you look out the salon windows and see the running lights of another boat maneuvering above the Doria. It's the Wahoo, owned by Steve Bielenda and a legend in its own right for its 1.
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Gambone Panels, one of the Doria's lost art masterpieces. Between Bielenda, a sixty- four- year- old native of Brooklyn, and Crowell, a transplanted southern Californian who's twenty years younger and has gradually assumed the lion's share of the Doria charter business, you have the old King of the Deep and the heir apparent. And there's no love lost between the generations."If these guys spent as much time getting proficient as they do avoiding things, they'd actually be pretty good" is Crowell's backhanded compliment to the whole "Yo, Vinny!" attitude of the New York- -New Jersey old school of gorilla divers. Bielenda, for his part, has been more pointed in his comments on the tragedies of the 1.
Doria, all from aboard the Seeker. If it takes five deaths to make you the number- one Doria boat," Bielenda says, "then I'm happy being number two." He also takes exception to the Seeker's volume of business- -ten charters in one eight- week season. There aren't enough truly qualified divers in the world to fill that many trips," Bielenda says. To which Crowell's best response might be his piratical growl, "Arrgh!" which sums up his exasperation with the fractious politics of diving in the Northeast.
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