So there we were, Day One of our Great Adventure, heading out to Lake Erie with a very crumpled bow. We should have stayed in port, though: we ran right into a huge gale. Lake Erie is relatively shallow, and so waves can’t get huge and rolling – they get very choppy and angry. Thousand-foot long lake freighters have been known to crack in two - riding up and down large swells is easier than surviving significant short chop. We lost communication – lots of ships lost communication. We could occasionally hear the Coast Guard calling for us, but they couldn’t hear us answer. We ended up taking shelter in Long Point Bay as best we could and bedded down for the night – and stayed there for two days. The next morning there was an entire string of lake freighters across the entrance of the bay – thirteen of them, getting in as close as they could. We only drew ten feet – I am sure those huge lake freighters drew much more. We found out later that one of those ships called in that we had not sunk.
I have never been so sick.
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