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DIVJE JEZERO 2001(Published on the Magazine of Club Alpino Italiano)
My adventure at Divje Jezero starts from the event “Bora 2000” ( the annual meeting of the speleological world ) in Trieste, where between a chat and another, a glass of wine and the next, I meet Samo, a Slovenian cave diver. While talking about cave diving he asks me if I would like to continue the exploration of the Divjè Jezero spring. Is it a spring which goes down deep? How can I reject such an attractive proposal? (A beautiful and free access spring is almost a dream to me as the mayors of the towns with jurisdiction over the cave sites have put ridiculous access bans on almost all the most important Italian springs, using danger of cave diving as the justification, which sounds more or less like denying access to the mountains whenever someone dies). The ideal time for diving in this spring is in the winter. In the meantime, however, I have scheduled another exploration, and then I assume to go to the Divje spring in Winter 2002. As has often occurred in the last few years, the weather conditions, which are the most important aspect for the satisfactory outcome of a cave diving exploration, do not allow me to follow the planned schedule, but the alternative one is clear. Quickly, after a consultation with Jean Jacques, I contact Samo to consider if one can dive in the Divje spring: in Samo’s opinion there are no problems. We decide the dates, while hoping to guess the favourable period in February 2001. JJ, Claudio and I leave from Lecco on Saturday, 10th February; the other team members will join us at the spring site. We get to Idria in the dead of night, after a 550km journey which has lasted 12 hours and we go immediately to see the spring. Tiredness is great but curiosity has the upper hand… With the led headlamps we cover 150m of path through the woods that separate us from the lake. We immediately notice that water is rather cloudy and the current is strong. Samo, the Slovenian friend, anticipates us by saying that for a couple of days it will be difficult to dive the gallery. Once we get to the hotel, which is the only available in the surrounding area, we are awe-struck with its beauty: it is a 1300’s castle. As we are used to sleeping in sleeping bags, it makes me feel strange to stay in such exclusive accommodation. The temperature inside the hotel is so high that we are forced to sleep with the windows open. The next morning we begin to unload materials both from our cars and cart; the direction of the hotel offers us a warmed room to dry the materials and an area to deposit some of the cylinders and cumbersome materials. In fact, we have brought 73 cylinders with us of various capacities ranging from small 4lt to large 50lt. We go and see the spring in the day light with the aim of making a reconnaissance and laying a new metrical measuring line starting from the surface. The water visibility does not exceed one meter and the current is so strong that only with the use of fins is it possible to move forward and, to manage in the task, we have to grab hold of the rocks with our hands. I dive and after having laid a new line down to -60m. I go up again but I’m a little disappointed by the conditions of the spring. Samo tells me to keep calm because the weather forecast foresees nice weather all week long and the conditions will improve in a few days. We decide to wait for a day before starting to descend to the deep gallery. On Monday JJ continues laying the new line down to -83m. He resurfaces while saying that the conditions have changed significantly for the positive: the water visibility is 2m and the current has decreased a lot. On Tuesday I am ready for my first dive using a mixture. I descend using an underwater scooter at two speeds to reach the deep zone as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the visibility is only 2m and it is better to use the lower speed. I leave the scooter at -100m: in this area there are some old broken lines that could play bad jokes on me by getting entangled in the scooter’s propeller or worse still around me. I continue swimming until I reach -116m. But my gas autonomy has finished and I must return. I take this opportunity to check that, despite snippets of old lines being scattered around, the area close to the new line path is quite safe. The dive lasts 4h40' including 4h of decompression. On Wednesday, JJ goes down to install an emergency cylinder and a stage cylinder at -107m: I’ll need them for Thursday’s dive. I pass the whole night reviewing the dive’s procedures, calculating the time of progress and looking at the tables to be used: in the meantime the conditions are improving. On Thursday morning we are at the spring site: I check all the details of my equipment, verify diving times with JJ who will manage outside assistance during my decompression; at eleven thirty I begin to prepare myself. I don several layers of thermal underwear and the electric jacket under the dry suit. While I am zipping up the dry suit, I forget the fears of the night and I concentrate on the project. I load the heavy cylinders on my back, and after verifying the lights, regulators and tools are functioning correctly, I get into the water. I chose to progress using 3 stage cylinders and two 20lt back mounted tanks. When I am in the area to be explored I will have the equipment reduced to the minimum necessary and then I will be faster and I’ll be able to move nimbly. From the edge of the spring, JJ hands me the first stage cilynder containing an hyperoxic mix, that I attach to my harness, I put the reg in my mouth, raise my hand to say goodbye and get going. The scooter lies at -6m. of depth. I pick it up and I quickly reach - 40m. where I exchange the stage cylinder, I abandon the hyperoxic mix and switch to a bottom mix containing helium. The visibility has increased to three meters. I go down: I travel quickly because the gallery fortunately doesn’t have any special obstacles and the small-sized scooter that I use is very manoeuvrable and can avoid, even at the last minute, the boulders falling from the side or below me onto the path. At -107m., as I see the second stage cylinder, I stop and exchange cylinders. I get going again, reach the reel, take it and continue unrolling the line while driving the scooter. At -126m I see Isler’s line that ends on a boulder; from here on, it is my turn. I leave the scooter and the stage cylinder, and continue by breathing from the back mounted cylinders. At -133m I see the last traces of Tomo’s broken line. Tomo had surely reached the depth of -136m: as his depth gauges stopped working at -127m, he had correctly estimated the additional depth to which he had arrived. I continue swimming for about ten meters and here to -140m, where I am on the top of a black hole; I descend till -145m, I belay the line to a suitable projection and decide to come back toward the exit even if I still have a gas autonomy margin to go downward. I start the decompression at -90m and I take advantage of the various deep stops on the way up to adjust the line in a few points where it was not properly fixed. Everything proceeds in the best possible way till the stop at -33m where a regulator, which is mounted on a tank containing an hyperoxic mixture, creates problems to me. In fact the regulator passed from free flowing to blocked forcing me to suddenly hold my breath. Unfortunately, in this area there are no other cylinders and therefore, a couple of times I have to breath from the cylinder which I used to reach -107m. Miraculously the regulator has begun to work again and I can resume a proper decompression. After 270', I reach -9m: here a diving bell for the decompression was set. With the help of Michele I take the back mounted cylinders, fins, weights , etc. off and I go inside the bell. Here I can eat croissants with almond filling, drinking hot tea brought by Michele, and talk with the outside world by means of a telephone. I let the surplus food fall into water and the numerous trout in the lake come to share the banquet. I surface after 410' of diving including 380' of decompression. Friday and Saturday now remain to go on a new exploration. Time is running out and we can not waste it. On Friday the team prepares cylinders filled with hyperoxygen mixtures, cylinders for deco on far side, stage cylinders, and finally they put them into the water. JJ goes down to -109m. to arrange a stage tank for my downward progress. While going back, he verifies the correct functioning of the cylinder regulators that I need for my decompression. All regulators work well and given that starting from a depth of -36m, a cylinder has been positioned every 3 meters, if something should not work, there will be no problems continuing a correct decompression. While the others get on with their various tasks to place the materials in accordance with the programme, I check the cylinders I’ll load onto my back. I decide to dive with three 20lt back mounted tanks to assure greater security in the deep section. During dinner, while the members of the expedition enjoy the good Slovenian wines, I drink only water with a bit of envy. I want to be at maximum efficiency when I try the new exploration. The night seems shorter than usual, possibly due to the fatigue accumulated in the previous days: as soon as I touch the bed I fall into a deep and sweet sleep. We anticipate the following morning’s breakfast and even though we have speeded the preparations up, by the time we are ready it is already 11 a.m. when I start dressing for the dive. During the preparation of the materials an infinite number of irritating banalities occurs. The thread of the steel valve is damaged and this forces me to change the threaded bar that blocks the three back mounted cylinders, a light bulb burns during the lights test, and when a regulator doesn’t work, I begin having a feeling that the equipment wants to put a spoke in my wheel. In the end, once we resolve the troubles, all is ready. The descent into the water will be more difficult compared to the others over the past days. I have to walk for about five metres wearing fins for about five meters while I’m embalmed in my gigantic dry suit and carrying more than one hundred kilograms on my back. In order to walk with fins I must go backwards and, as can sometimes happen, fate dictates that shortly before reaching the deeper water, I trip on a stone, stumble and fall down. I immediately grab a regulator and stick it in my mouth, then I try to put myself in the right position: I feel like a giant turtle. Bad luck signals are all around and I wonder if maybe it would be better to give up. Then, as usual, I tell myself that if this is not the right day I’ll notice it while diving. I move myself back to the shore where JJ is waiting for me in order to give me the last things. Finally he hands me the cylinder containing the hyperoxygen mixture, then I put the regulator in my mouth, raise my hand to say good-bye and while JJ tells me to pay attention, our glances cross as always occurs before a demanding exploration dive. At -15m I slow down since Arno is there waiting for me to take photos on my way. Arriving at -40m, I perform my first cylinder switch; it seems to me to be slower than the previous dive. Reaching the -109m. it is the moment for the second switch, the timer informs me that I’m even faster, by a minute. I’m in the long gallery, I know that I have to stay to the left of the line to avoid the wall which starts at -118m, I reach -126m where I had planned to leave the scooter and the stage bottle, but I do not stop and decide to continue; at -130 I find a good place where I can leave everything. I proceed by finning, I see the abandoned reel waiting for me, I take it and start going down. After five metres I find myself at -150m: here I am again on the floor sloping down to 35 degrees; I go on: my two depth gauges mark -155m and the gallery is now almost horizontal. I cover 40m of new exploration including a 10m distance at -160m depth when the line on the reel ends. I choose a belay point where I can fix the line to, I take two turns around it, I put on a rubber loop and retrieve the reel. I do not like leaving equipment in caves. I start the return after 22' from my departure. I see clay falling from the ceiling which contributes even more to reducing the visibility (3m) in the gallery. At -130 I recover the scooter and I get going again; at -109m I recover the second stage cylinder and after 30' I get to the decompression zone. Of course, considering the depths I reached and the time that took to me to, my calculations indicate me to start the first stop for a minute at -105m. The total decompression time will be 8 hours. At -45m. a single trout approaches: I observe it, try to touch it and I manage to do so: it keeps me company up to -15m where it disappears mixing with its companions. At -9m I take off the cylinders and enter the bell. The last dive’s ritual is repeated: the caring companions brings me the barrel containing croissants with almond filling, some hot tea and dried apricots. While waiting for the necessary time, the night is downing and I remain in the dark to save my lights for moments when they are indispensable. Over the phone, I am told that some men had arrived who had been called by the mayor of the municipality, bringing with them generator powered lighting. So my last period of decompression is illuminated by the light created by the spot lights. I surface at 20.20: a small crowd, which is around the spring’s edge, is watching me with curiosity; JJ with his shining eyes shares my happiness and helps me to undress. The other fellows postpone the post-dive celebrations to the dinner time and inexorable and heedless of the increasingly pungent cold, dive in order to dismantle the diving bell and recover the equipment which still remained in the water. Journalists submerge me with questions that I can now answer: the cave measures 420m in length including about 190m beyond -100m depth; my friends do not need words to express my gratitude for their cooperation. Participants: Thanks: [Novità]
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