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Tying a kont—It's easy right? Once you get past shoelaces when you're a kid, you don't think about it much anymore. Buy try it while floating underwater sometimes, in a cave, loaded with enough gear to sink a raft, which I resemble at the moment, since I'm covered in rubber from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
The line I'm tying is a tether to the air-filled world I was designed to live in. I'm floating, looking for a reliable nonskid rock; I have a metal reel full of nylon cord and a 50-watt light in one hand, the button to pump a squirt of air from the tanks on my back into an air bladder in the other. I'm trying to maintain enough buoyancy to effect zero gravity, so that I don't sink into silt and cloud the water or rise to the ceiling and break an elegant limestone straw.
Tying a kont—It's easy right? Once you get past shoelaces when you're a kid, you don't think about it much anymore. Buy try it while floating underwater sometimes, in a cave, loaded with enough gear to sink a raft, which I resemble at the moment, since I'm covered in rubber from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
The line I'm tying is a tether to the air-filled world I was designed to live in. I'm floating, looking for a reliable nonskid rock; I have a metal reel full of nylon cord and a 50-watt light in one hand, the button to pump a squirt of air from the tanks on my back into an air bladder in the other. I'm trying to maintain enough buoyancy to effect zero gravity, so that I don't sink into silt and cloud the water or rise to the ceiling and break an elegant limestone straw.
