Naturally Optimistic

Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot The Edmund Fitzgerald     The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee." The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early. The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in Wisconsin. As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned, concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland. And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing. And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too 'twas the witch ...

Hard to believe that 34 years ago the weather was so nasty that a 729 ft long ship carrying iron ore and weighing 13,632 tons could just disappear in the tumultuous waters of Lake Superior. Hard to believe when this November 10th is so incredibly beautiful. RIP to the crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Your mystery might never be solved...but you'll never be forgotten.