Author: Ed

Glass Cathedrals

There are many types of cathedrals in this world, but one in particular made my day on a cold morning dive last season. The Dive As is with the majority of my dives, I find nothing of particular significance. This dive, true to form, was particularly uneventful – I didn’t see much in terms of Read More …

A 2112 RUSH This Is Not. . .

Okay, Okay, I’ll admit, of the three of us, I’m the one most likely to cling to my finds. . . all of them, regardless of how common a bottle may be. Hey, I still have a couple of old beer cans kicking around from my childhood collection. As I descended down my anchor line, Read More …

Did I Just Find a Safe?

Sometimes in daily life we fall into that same old routine… hit the snooze a few times, roll out of bed and fire up the Keuirg. When the Eggo pops up, you find yourself in a fog that rivals that Kiss concert back in ’86. At some point, you find yourself driving down the same Read More …

Treasure Gardens

As Spring is upon us, some of the interesting shards and pieces of my finds have found a home in my garden. I have a feeling the garden will slowly be taking on a nautical theme as the seasons pass. . .

Our First Recovery Giveaway!

Thanks to an interested community, we have reached over 1000 likes since we launched a few days ago! To celebrate, we are giving away these actual recovered finds. These five bottles could be yours, thats all you need to do is visit www.recoveringrelics.com and enter to win! Giveaway will take place at 11:59 EST on Read More …

I absolutely love drippy lips…

Out for an eary dive today with Doug.  It was a great morning, with some fisherman casting from a nearby pier.  The current was strong but we had about 7ft of visibility. About midway through our dive I uncovered this great double tooled drippy lip, unfortunately it was broken at the neck.  We did recover Read More …

From the Depths to Glory

I have to admit – I have a hard time parting with my finds. “Get these bottles out of my house,” my wife demanded after the threshold of her tolerance was reached by the mountain of glass that had accumulated on every flat surface. So when she, the creative soul that she is, came up Read More …