The road to gonzaga bay - A Fascination for Fish: Adventures of an Underwater Pioneer - page 47

As a full-time employee at Marineland, my free time for trips like
these was limited. My family, too, had grown with the birth in 1960
of our second daughter, Amy. What with my job, my wife, our two lit-
tle girls, and my own weekend diving forays, Dave Anderson realized
he needed to arrange for a new partner if he wanted to continue his
commercial collecting trips. He also figured he should learn to dive so
he could do the work himself.
He did just that: he learned to dive, bought his own dive gear, and
found other people who were free to accompany him on a number of
four-day collecting trips. Dave and I made only one more trip to Gon-
zaga Bay, this one with Betty and our two young daughters.
The story of my friendship with Dave Anderson has a very sad post-
script. By 1966, when our family had moved to San Diego and I was
working at Sea World, we saw Dave infrequently. That year, while I
was on a collecting trip to Cabo San Lucas, the news broke that Dave's
body had been found in a shallow grave near a dirt road in Baja. He
had apparently been murdered.
You read about murders every day in the newspapers but never imag-
ine they could involve someone you know. How ironic that Dave An-
derson, who was so capable of surviving life-threatening situations in
the wilds of Baja California, would meet such an unhappy end.