On November 10, 1975 the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior. All 29 crew members died. At the time, it was the worst shipping disaster on the Great Lakes in 11 years. The placemark locates where radar last was able to see the ore carrier.

Most people outside of the Great Lakes area probably heard of the loss of the ore carrier Edmund Fitzgerald by way of a song sung by a popular Canadian artist at the time, Gordon Lightfoot. Details about the actual event can be found on this web page.

Here is another web page with lots of details about what led to the sinking of the ship.

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Lyrics for Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they call Gitchee Gumee.

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore, 26,000 tons more

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,

That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed,

When the gales of November came early.



The ship was the pride of the American side

Comin' 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 late 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 tattletale sound,

And a wave broke over the railing,

And every man knew as the captain did too,

'twas 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 p.m., the 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 its lights went out of sight

Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.



Does anyone 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 'em.

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 mansions.

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 29 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.

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Edited by Hill (09/22/08 12:59 PM)

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Thanks for the update, hphoenix and welcome to the BBS. I have added the image of the wreckage as an overlay showing its relationship to the last reported position on the surface of the Edmund Fitzgerald. From the folder, click on placemark to see relationship to last known position. Activate and click on overlay to see the plan of the wreckage.


A sonar image of the wreck form www.marinesonic.com

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