Then there are the “fold top” bags where you close the seal then fold the top down several times and clip it shut. Generally, the opening will be harder to deal with (try unzipping a submersion-proof zipper in ten degree weather, with glove liners on, using fingers stiff from the cold and from you being on the shore for two hours. Yes, a submersible bag will be “drier” but you can’t get something for nothing. ©Patrick Sweeneyĭry bags come in various flavors, but we can make an initial cut/division by sorting those meant to survive submersion from those that are not. I think the local critters tried to get into them but they also failed. I left them out for an afternoon’s thunderstorm and overnight dew, and they did not leak. Here are the dry bags I tested for this comparison review. Which is how I came to research the subject of dry bags. The other one? Well, let’s just say that when you’re pouring water out of the camera and the lens, there really isn’t a whole lot the repair department back at Canon Professional Services will be able to do for you. If the results of falling into the water hadn’t been so dire, it would have been a ride worthy of Disneyland.īack on the ship, the camera that had been inside my parka worked just fine once I had dried it off. Oh, and all the while, a crew of other evil people were treating the wading pool like a bucking bronco, trying to throw me off. The experience was not unlike being hunched over on the side of a kiddie wading pool, while an evil person threw ice-cold water at my back from a five-gallon bucket. I stuffed one of my cameras inside my parka, and tried to shield the other from the spray, splashes, and wind-driven rain. We were faced with seas that were now over six feet high (the sidewall/hull of a zodiac is maybe eighteen inches high) and we had to go straight into the wind from the north, a wind that was a lot stronger than it had been when we’d left the ship an hour and a half before. The zodiac driver’s radio crackled and after the “OK” she told us to “Hang on, we’re going back” and spun the rubber craft around. Over a thousand miles away, a storm had been kicking up the seas for days. Those of us who were paying attention were marveling at the zodiac driver’s skill in keeping us close enough but not bumping into things. We were having a grand time photographing the wildlife, the sea surging against the Bull kelp on the rocky wall that was too steep to call shore. It was December, summer in the southern hemisphere, but the islands are far enough south that even in their summer, it was cold. We were in a zodiac boat in a bay of Pitt Island, a small island that is part of the Chatham Islands, six hundred miles east of the South Island of New Zealand.
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