My dad and I went surfing again. I started out by myself. I didn't catch very many waves. Then my dad came out. He helped me catch lots of waves, and I was able to stand up on almost all of them. When we were done, we walked to our car. My dad put the board on top of the car so he could get the keys. A huge gust of wind knocked the board off of our car. It hit my dad in the head, and it got scraped really bad. He was pretty mad. I thought it was kind of funny. After we got the car open, we changed into our scuba stuff.
It was exhausting trying to get out to scuba dive. The waves kept hitting us, and we had so much stuff we were bringing out. It was very shallow, and the coral made it hard to move around. The flag for our buoy fell out, and my dad had to go back and find it. The spears got caught in the coral, and our scuba suits were tremendously heavy. After we got past the surf area, it was calm and pretty clear. We swam out to a drop, and then dove down.
We swam up next to the ledge. Then we climbed up to the top of the drop, into a cleaning station. There were maybe seven or eight turtles there. Fish were feeding off their shells, and the turtles just hung out. It was amazing. We swam back about an hour later. I was exhausted. When we got home, I collapsed on my bed, and slept. I woke up about three hours later to Mia saying,
"Jasmyne, we're going to the beach!"
