we hit the beach. Mine was tight, so I wasn't worried about it. Before she even got to the beach, I was doggy padding in 12 feet of water, and I feel my ring slip off, and watch it tumble into the deep. I tried to snag it. I saw her approaching, started yelling to go grab some snorkel gear, I'd lost my ring. Her response, "Yeah, yeah, yer a real trickster." She realized by my panic I was serious. I wasn't leaving that spot w/o my ring.

She brings back two masks, and we get to work. Dang, it's hard getting that deep and staying for more than 3-4 seconds. Finally, she surfaces and says, "Well, it's something, but it's a bracelet, or bigger." "No, No, that's def. it, let's get it before it's buried in the sand where kickin up." It took about an hour all told. And the sunburn, holy crap.Noon day Bahamas sun, brutal. I have a photo, contrasting my white butt w/ burned back. People laugh and assume it's photoshopped. Rough couple days, but we enjoyed the rest of the 2 weeks.