40+ mph gales on lake produced 19' waves. They were breaking over the lighthouse at St. Joseph MI! All I could think of was the song The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald! Wish I had thought about going there to record the power of the lake. It makes you realize how powerful Mother Nature can be. And yes, Darwinism was at work that some morons tried to go out onto piers but were thankfully stopped. Not sure why, gene pool needs cleaning placing our responders at deadly risk.
Surf's Up! Lake Michigan 19' Waves Yesterday!
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Shane Lindsey
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Darwin wasn't completely wrong...You want to swim with great whites, wrestle alligators, fish in storm on Lake Michigan...that's just cleaning out the gene pool.
VALKYRIETP
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Thats nothing MB, they surf Lake Superior during the Winter.
T.P.
T.P.
Meh. That's a shoreline ripple, compared to some spots. But, yeah, on the Great Lakes, big stuff.
To this day, I still get a chill down my neck every time I look at a photo from, say, Nazare, Portugal. Occasionally gets terrifyingly huge, there. But, of course, that's the ocean.
To this day, I still get a chill down my neck every time I look at a photo from, say, Nazare, Portugal. Occasionally gets terrifyingly huge, there. But, of course, that's the ocean.
Rick Richard
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Once when doing a project in the area I had an apartment right there on Silver Beach. The wind could get Gale force velocities with some of the coldest weather. I still shiver remembering the winters.
HARPERC
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I remember seeing guys fishing in rented 12' aluminum boats with an outboard motor off the Farallon Islands. I wasn't feeling good about being aboard a much bigger vessel.
I can't remember exact number, 20-30 miles off the Golden Gate.
I can't remember exact number, 20-30 miles off the Golden Gate.
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 every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
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 every man knew, as the captain did too
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"
At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early
Hugnot
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The ocean(s) might have bigger waves but most often there is room to run from bad stuff but on lakes often no escape. Been real scared out on NW Pacific but we had room to run for safety.
Been out of Westport WA on 45' charter fishing for salmons & seen these 3 fools out in 14' aluminum with 10 hp. Been past the Farallon Islands many times.
I copied the ^ Edmund Fitzgerald for my notes. Thank You!
Been out of Westport WA on 45' charter fishing for salmons & seen these 3 fools out in 14' aluminum with 10 hp. Been past the Farallon Islands many times.
I copied the ^ Edmund Fitzgerald for my notes. Thank You!
Was that a West or North wind? I have been out in Lake Erie in 6' to 8' waves with white caps in a 36' boat and the power in those waves is unbelievable.
Ice fishermen on Erie do stupid things. Now, if Coast Guard is called they charge for their time and expense.
NNW brings it to southern basin big time
