The ocean's bottom is more interesting than the moon's behind.

The Trieste in the process of being launched by the White Sands with the Apache in the distance.

The USS Trieste (DSV-1) at sea in the mid-Atlantic during the summer of 1969. In the distance is the USS White Sands (ARD-20).

Unless I'm mistaken, that is Beau Myers standing on the White Sands' bridge wing.

Talk about delicate! Keep in mind that while the sea might look clam, there was always a constant roll that make this maneuver extremely difficult.

A happy crew on Trieste, as they surface after another successful dive.

The USS Apache makes a rather wide approach on White Sands as it tows Trieste.

Getting ready to pass Trieste's towline to the White Sands.

Oh to be so young again.

In the distance, the USS Ruchamkin, an unnamed supply ship, and the USS White Sands on station in the mid-Atlantic, summer 1969.

A picnic on the Apache.

What a long beauty she is . . . the USS White Sands.

In the well-light galley of the Apache, another masterpiece is created by CS1 Bagnas, who kept everyone's moral high by making great dishes out of 30 day old food.

Obviously this was in the days before Martha Stewart taught us to use a knife to cut birthday cake.

Chief Snipe, Dave Haughland at the peak of his physical perfection I assume. :-)

I wonder if we even bothered to have a shark watch that day.

As hard as it may be for people to believe today, this was the high point of our 60 days on station as far as "fun" was concerned.

Dick Hill and someone who looks like Sean Penn playing a tough sailor in a movie. . . . Actually, it is BM3 O.L. Headrick, and he certainly LOOKS like what a real sailor should look like.

You know, I really had no business being in the Navy. My role model was Mr. Roberts. . . . My dad was an enlisted man in the Navy during WW II, and he told me that the @$!$%!%$ officers always had it easy. . . . He was right! :-)

Another beautiful sunset in paradise.

The USS White Sands (ARD-20) . . . beautiful mother-ship to the bathyscaphe Trieste.

Trieste, back on top of the beautiful Atlantic with the White Sands in the distance.

This is a shot from the Apache as we are making an approach on the White Sands to hand off Trieste's tow line when we brought her back home after a dive.

Here's a not very good picture of one of our mail drop planes flying over our on scene support ship, the USS Ruchamkin.

It looks like Captain Lonnon and Bill Wadsworth are heading over the the White Sands . . . for cocktails, no doubt :-).

I figured that if I was only going to be acting C.O. for a few hours I might as well start by sitting in the captian's chair. That gun behind me (covered in canvass) is on the opposite side of the bridge from the one where two little birds landed and sat out a storm for several days on our way across the Atlantic. There is a picture of them in the "At Sea" section of this site.

Hooking up the Trieste to take her back to the White Sands after a dive.

This picture was obviously taken on a different day from the one above it . . . just look at the condition of the sea.

Does anyone remember the name of the supply ships who stopped by? This one looks like it is tryting to get away from that barge heading toward it.

I'm not positive, but I think this is EN1 V.E. Walters shipping over with a silent White Sands looking over his shoulder.

One of many major repair jobs successfully completed by Apache's excellent engineering gang.

What do you suppose these guys are in line for?

This was my one attempt at taking an "artistic" shot, and it obviously didn't work very well :-(.

Now here is a real artist at work. Larry Lonnon carved this figurehead out of a piece of driftwood we picked up one day. This figurehead actually was mounted on our bow in Panama.

The ever-popular "Junior" Smyth. The happiest guy on the team.

What's this! Is that the crew from the White Sands giving some Apache sailors a tow?

It looks like Dick Hill and some of his deck gang can use a little engineering help.

This is the USS Ruchamkin (APD/LPR-89), our on scene support ship that was always ghosting about the scene.

This sure beats another tour of duty off the coast of Viet Nam.

One of those magical evenings when the Atlantic was like a lake.

Chief Handrix and BM2 Murphy take a well-earned break.

Getting ready to pass Trieste to the White Sands as seen from the deck of the Apache.

The White Sands signaling that Trieste is in tow.

A view from Apache's fantail as we were bringing Trieste back home to the White Sands. While this maneuver might look simple and easy, it was anything but. The crews of all three vessels had to work in close synchronization to complete the hand-off of the ever-so-delicate T II.

A lunch buffet for the Apache crew, while the Trieste team in the background races back and forth to the White Sands in a frenzied rush to get ready for the evening's dive.

The Apache barbershop.

This was taken during one of our on-station unreps. If you are that guy who was passing that big box over his head, you might want to use this picture to prove your claim for a service-related back injury. . . . Can you believe how hard our crews worked to make those nine dives happen?

I wonder if there are OSHA regulations about this kind of work?

I don't know why, but the wardroom always called Dennis Boggs "old Boggs". Maybe it was because he was more mature than us (except for the captain, of course :=).

Man, the Apache had the most geeky looking XO I've ever seen! He should have been court marshaled for impersonating an officer :-).