{"id":3317,"date":"2024-10-19T22:35:15","date_gmt":"2024-10-19T22:35:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/?p=3317"},"modified":"2024-10-19T22:39:14","modified_gmt":"2024-10-19T22:39:14","slug":"ftv-lake-superior-ii-revisited","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/?p=3317","title":{"rendered":"FTV: Lake Superior II (revisited)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Although there is no prohibition on revisiting past topics in these <\/span>FTV <\/span><\/i>chronicles, every once in a while a story comes up that is too good to leave in the past.\u00a0 With the fiftieth anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald only a year away, I felt compelled to revisit this historical event.\u00a0 In that the Fitz went down the first fall I was teaching in Ontonagon, it is something I feel closer to than most historical events.\u00a0 When Gordon Lightfoot put the tragedy to song but a year later, it was cemented in my consciousness even more.\u00a0 Jerry Dennis had given me permission to recount part of his excellent book about Lake Superior when this piece originally ran.\u00a0 His telling of this particular (and little known) chapter of the Fitz story could only be told in his words and the rest of what follows is a word for word reprint from the <\/span>FTV <\/span><\/i>that ran in November of 2019:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As sometimes happens with these From The Vaults pieces, I like to go back and revisit a topic when there is something new to add to a story.\u00a0 If we didn\u2019t already need to be reminded that \u2018time flies when you are having fun\u2019, I went back to retrieve the first volume of <\/span>FTV:\u00a0 Lake Superior<\/span><\/i> in the fall of 2018 files and could not find it.\u00a0 It turns out that particular Lake Superior article was actually a similarly named follow up piece from November 11, 2017\u00a0 (after which I made it a point to start filing my archives with a bit more descriptive titles to save me much confusion). Nonetheless, what prompted this revisit was reading Jerry Dennis\u2019 excellent book <\/span>The Living Great Lakes – Searching for the Heart of the Inland Seas <\/span><\/i>(Thomas Dunn Books, 2003), a winner of the Sigurd Olson Nature Writing Award and a selection of the 2019 Two Community Two Books program for Marquette and Munising.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Dennis has written about nature and the outdoors for <\/span>Sports Afield, Gray\u2019s Sporting Journal, <\/span><\/i>and <\/span>The New York Times.\u00a0 <\/span><\/i>He currently resides in Traverse City, Michigan but in the late 1970s, Dennis lived in Marquette while attending Northern Michigan University.\u00a0 I contacted Jerry in the spring of 2019 to ask his permission to reprint part of a story from <\/span>The Great Lakes, <\/span><\/i>which he graciously agreed to.\u00a0 The \u2018Part 1\u2019 of this article was written around the theme of Gordon Lightfoot\u2019s epic Great Lakes song, <\/span>The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0 What sparked me to revisit the topic was a trip Dennis took to Whitefish Point on the twenty third anniversary of the Fitz going down.\u00a0 Having already described why some of the deadliest Lake Superior storms happen in November, Dennis described taking an impromptu trip to the closest landfall (to where the Fitz went down) on just such a morning in 1998.\u00a0 While there, he was invited to join the one hundred or so assembled family members of the Frizgerald\u2019s crew at the Shipwreck Museum for their annual reunion\/memorial.\u00a0 The guest of honor that day was a tribal fisherman from Brimley, Michigan who was there to tell his story about the night the Fitz went down.\u00a0 John Lufkins was also out in the stormy waters of Whitefish Bay the night the Fitz went down, but this is the first time I have heard his story.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0John Lufkins and his brother-in-law, eighteen-year-old Pat Kinney, headed out into the lake in their sixteen-foot open launch in the early morning hours to tend their gill nets (as they did most days).\u00a0 As the weather deteriorated, they found the nets impossible to handle and soon realized they would not be able to make it back to shore.\u00a0 Their only hope was to make for Tahquamenon Island out in Whitefish Bay. \u00a0 I asked for and was granted permission by the author to share his excellent account of Lufkins\u2019s story rather than retelling the tale third hand.\u00a0 Here is how Jerry Dennis related John Lufkins\u2019 story as he told it at that Fitzgerald family reunion:<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cThey beached on the lee side of the island and pulled their boat above the reach of the waves.\u00a0 They knew they would have to spend the night there and they needed shelter.\u00a0 They got lucky.\u00a0 On the island were a pair of abandoned tarpaper shacks.\u00a0 The first was wrecked beyond use, but the roof and walls of the other were intact.\u00a0 Inside was a cot and an ancient oil stove.\u00a0 The stove\u2019s fuel tank held a couple of inches of oil in the bottom.\u00a0 They managed to light it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lufkins kept a pair of sleeping bags in his boat for emergencies.\u00a0 He carried them into the shack, along with a thermos of hot coffee.\u00a0 He and Kinney settled in for a long wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Suddenly the door flew open and a fisherman they knew, Billy Cameron, stood in the doorway, soaked to the skin and nearly frozen to death.\u00a0 His boat had capsized, he said, and his partner, Andrew LeBlanc, was in the water.\u00a0 The three men ran to the shore and found LeBlanc struggling in the surf, clinging to an empty gasoline can.\u00a0 The three waded into the wash and pulled him to safety.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But the danger wasn\u2019t over.\u00a0 They had to take steps to prevent hypothermia – or \u201cexposure,\u201d as it was called in those days.\u00a0 Half-walking and half-carrying Billy and Andrew, they got the two men inside the shack and stripped them of their wet clothes, and wrapped them inside the sleeping bags.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It was late afternoon by then and the day was growing dark.\u00a0 Lufkins went outside to circle the island one more time, scanning the lake for others who might be in trouble.\u00a0 He saw nothing but enormous breaking waves to the horizon,\u00a0 He returned to the shack, planning to stay inside all night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But as he opened the door, the wind ripped it from his hands and slammed it against the wall.\u00a0 He turned to grab it and when he did he caught a glimpse of color far out on the lake.\u00a0 There it was again:\u00a0 a flash of orange.\u00a0 A life jacket.\u00a0 Somebody was in the water out there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Pat Kinney wanted to take the boat himself, but Lufkins wouldn\u2019t let him.\u00a0 Pat was young, he had his life ahead of him.\u00a0 Lufkins was the older and more experienced;\u00a0 it was his responsibility to go.\u00a0 He stripped to his long\u00a0 underwear and strapped on a life jacket.\u00a0 He and Pat went down to the beach and pushed the boat into the waves.\u00a0 He jumped aboard, started the engine, and turned the bow quickly into the next incoming wave.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Water rushed across his feet and the boat wallowed,\u00a0 He had forgotten to replace the drain plug in the bottom.\u00a0 He returned the boat to shore and ran it up on the beach and replaced the plug.\u00a0 Again, they pushed the boat off and again Lufkins motored into the waves and powered through the line of breakers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0By now he could no longer see the man in the life jacket.\u00a0 He knew approximately where he had been, but in those seas, in such powerful wind, he had probably been blown far downwind by now.\u00a0 And it was getting impossible to see.\u00a0 A little daylight remained, but the sky was low and black and the rain and spray were blinding.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lufkins estimated the waves at fifteen to twenty feet.\u00a0 He would power the boat at full throttle up the steep slope of a wave and reach the crest, where he could get a glimpse of the surrounding chaos, but the wind would catch the bow of his boat and spin it around.\u00a0 He would motor into the trough, turn, and climb the wave again.\u00a0 Every time he reached the top, he was spun around and sent back down.\u00a0 In this way he made progress, but it was progress without control.\u00a0 He knew with heart-sinking certainty that the person he had seen in the water was going to die there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But he kept trying.\u00a0 He figured that as long as there was a trace of daylight, he had a chance of finding him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And then he powered over a wave and below him was a capsized boat with two men in life jackets clinging to the hull.\u00a0 They were family;\u00a0 his uncle Francis Parish and Francis\u2019s son, Christopher.\u00a0 They\u2019d been in the water for two or three hours and by then were so exhausted they could barely raise their heads.\u00a0 Lufkins steered down the wave toward them.\u00a0 He figured he had one chance to save them, so he plowed his boat directly on top of the hull of the capsized vessel, between the two men.\u00a0 If they could grab his gunwales on opposite sides, maybe they could climb inside without capsizing him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But the men were too weak to lift themselves.\u00a0 Lufkins crawled forward and grabbed Chrstopher by the back of his life jacket and somehow pulled him over the side and into the boat.\u00a0 He lay there, too exhausted to speak.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A wave struck them and the two boats separated.\u00a0 Lufkins scrambled back to the motor and accelerated it to turn his boat into the next wave.\u00a0 But the motor stalled.\u00a0 He cranked the starter cord.\u00a0 He cranked it again.\u00a0 It started and he turned the boat a moment before a wave would have struck it sideways and swamped him.\u00a0 He climbed to the crest, but the other boat and Francis were gone.\u00a0 He tried to remain in the same area, circling the best he could, accelerating to avoid breaking waves, shooting lengthwise down the troughs, turning quickly to bust over crests.\u00a0 He had no idea where he was.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Then, again, \u201cblind luck\u201d,\u00a0 the capsized boat was dead ahead, Francis still clinging to it.\u00a0 Again, Lufkins ran his boat onto the upturned hull.\u00a0 Again, he crawled forward and grabbed a fistful of life jacket.\u00a0 He hauled Francis over the side.\u00a0 The older man fell into the bottom of the boat.\u00a0 He seemed limp as a rag doll.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Christopher raised his head from the bottom,\u00a0 His eyes were glazed with cold, most of the life and hope drained from him.\u00a0 He asked:\u00a0 \u201cAre we going to live?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cDamned right we are,\u201d Lufkins said.\u00a0 \u201cI didn\u2019t risk my ass coming out here just so you could drown.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But in his heart he knew they were doomed.\u00a0 He had no idea where they were.\u00a0 It was almost night now and he could not see the island.\u00a0 No land was visible anywhere.\u00a0 All he could see in any direction were waves as big as hills, twenty feet high by now, one after another racing downwind so fast they overran themselves and broke apart in tumbling froth, only to climb higher than before and continue on, roaring and crashing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0He didn\u2019t know how many minutes they had before they ran out of luck.\u00a0 It would take just one wave to drown them.\u00a0 If the engine stalled again, they would die.\u00a0 If they ran out of gas, they would die.\u00a0 As wet and cold as they were, if they did not find shelter soon, they would die.\u00a0 He had no choice but to try to find that tiny island in the immense bay before the lake claimed them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And there it was, dead ahead.\u00a0 They topped a wave and the island was right in front of them.\u00a0 Lufkins\u2019s brother-in-law and the others stood on the shore, waving their arms.\u00a0 He shot across another wave and hit a trough as deep as a canyon and followed it to the breaker zone.\u00a0 A wave threw the boat into a rock and the motor sheared a pin and was useless.\u00a0 But they were close to shore now.\u00a0 Pat threw a line and Lufkins caught it.\u00a0 The men on the shore pulled until the boat grounded on rocks, then lifted the two exhausted men out and carried them to the shack,\u00a0 They removed their wet clothes and wrapped them inside the sleeping bags.\u00a0 They gave them hot coffee.\u00a0 They would live.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lufkins stepped from the boat and fell to the beach.\u00a0 His legs had gone to rubber.\u00a0 He knelt in the sand and gravel for a few minutes.\u00a0 \u201cI felt,\u201d he said, \u201clike the luckiest son of a bitch on the face of the earth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It was a long night.\u00a0 They drank coffee and adjusted the stove to keep it burning.\u00a0 They tried to sleep, but couldn\u2019t.\u00a0 Once they heard a helicopter and ran outside into the darkness, but they had no way to signal it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lufkins finished telling his story to the crowd at the Shipwreck Museum:\u00a0 \u201c…he admitted that he has never felt like a hero, which is maybe why it\u2019s been so hard for him to talk about what happened that day on Whitefish Bay.\u00a0 He said he felt as if some greater power took over him and performed those acts for him and that he had no choice but to go along.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s just something I had to do,\u201d\u00a0 he said.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t know why.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know how I did it.\u00a0 But I think most people in that situation would have done the same thing.\u00a0 We lived, we got very lucky.\u00a0 But it breaks my heart that twenty-nine other guys weren\u2019t so lucky.\u201d\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Top Piece Video – A live version of the Fitz tale from a 2000 live concert in Reno, Nevada<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Although there is no prohibition on revisiting past topics in these FTV chronicles, every once in a while a story comes up that is too good to leave in the past.\u00a0 With the fiftieth anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald only a year away, I felt compelled to revisit this historical event.\u00a0 In […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,8,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-education","category-from-the-vaults","category-woas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3317"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3321,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317\/revisions\/3321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.woas-fm.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}