Untold Moments and Adventures

Whitefish Bay, Michigan, Lake Superior, Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum

As I came across the Bridge and into the Upper Peninsula this trip, the air already felt different.

Reverent.

As the journey would lead to today and the visit to the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum for the 50th anniversary of the Edmund Fitzgerald’s tragic wreck on Lake Superior.

Today the Gales of November sang as I walked the path to the simple, yet powerful and ever present Leaf shaped memorial to those lost that day. Today with snow tipped edges lay a small bouquet at the base with a dedication to the 29 lives, as I stand and pay my respects I am captured by the simple roses with icicles hanging from their petals and time seems to pause as the sound of the gales resonates through my heart and soul.

Down the path, Upon the viewing deck I observe from afar a family gathered on the beach , photo in frame being held by the stunning silver haired matriarch of the bunch and the moments end with a large group circled on that beach, heads bowed, in prayer. The depth of watching this unfold and being privileged to be able to have caught their moment will never be forgotten by this avid Great Lake lover. May your loved one rest peacefully.

As the moment ended and I gathered myself and orientation back to the gales upon my face, my boots proceeded to wander to the shore and taking the time to pay my respects to Lady Superior herself. Power never to be questioned and magic to cure my deepest worries for a time. My eyes wander, landing along the shore where I see my partner of the last decade, my mind saying gratitudes again for this life and perspective.

History has lessons, history holds passion.

Back up near the museum, the lawn is full of folding chairs and that large bell sits prominently at the front ready to sound 29 times. The reception area in the museum has people gathered and conversation flows from inside and out along the wrap around deck. With a hot coco in hand I admire the lighthouse and property in full, and of course circle back to purchase a book for my personal collection at home base.

I stroll toward the vehicle, nodding to those who are arriving in throngs with camp chairs and blankets, dressed in layers and headed for the lawn and the memorial to come in the next hour. The parking has now flowed to the Main Street and parking along the side of the road, there are so many attendees today, and the feeling of reflection and respect are palpable in the wind.

Never forgotten, with all my respect and love

-Lady Kelly