Not having anything to do with sailing Lake Erie, seeing that video of the Fitzgerald brings back some strong memories.
I was going to college in Sault ste Marie Ontario
when the Fitzgerald went down. I remember the day well, dark n grey, slashing rain, just plain miserable. As the bus went down the hill toward the main drag of the Sault, we watched as the winds sucked windows out of the store fronts on some of the streets n I was happy to get home to a warm dry place. Over the next few days the news came out of the loss, and various boats went out looking for her. I had met a Tug captain
who was tied up on the St Marie river, and went down the next day to see if he was going out and wanted a extra pair of eyes, so off we went. We found NOTHING. Searched for about 10 hrs, and saw zip. The following summer, my wife and I went put to Gros Cap, the point on the north shore at the entrance to Whitefish Bay. Huge rock cliff, sticks up about 150-200 feet over the water, with the most photographed tree in the world on top of it. (that was why we went, part of our photography
class). A beautiful sunny day, the sun directly over head
, and as you looked out over Lake Superior
you could see the shadowy shapes of 7 different wrecks arrayed around the base of the cliff. Lot of history
down there, and a lot of lost
souls who never made it home.
We do what we do because its in our blood. We challenge nature every time we go out. But it pays to keep in mind that Mother nature doesn't care. And she's a hell of a lot bigger than we are. So take all precautions, and go dance with Mother.