M A R L I N B R E E - BREE'S BLOG: In The Wake of the Fitzgerald

On the northern track, the Big Fitz fights her way up the north shore and past Isle Royale.

The Fitzgerald hurries to her doom as she finds an unchartered reef.

The mystery of the sinking of the Fitzgerald has become a national obsession. Read Broken Seas.(Click on painting to enlarge it).

At anchor, Persistence rocks gently as author Marlin Bree emerges from a boat cover he built himself. The opening is velcroed shut when needed but opens up for fresh air below.

The Island of Doom lies on the northern shores of Lake Superior and has many legends as the author discovered when one day he sailed too close. Article is in the Nov.-Dec. issue of Small Craft Advisor magazine.

At the Fort Lauderdale International Boat Show, Marlin Bree takes a rest beside some of the big boats featured at the world's biggest boat show. He was at this international boating event to pick up a Boating Writer's International Grand Prize -- for writing about small boat adventures.

Persistence is towed behind the 1992 Suzuki Sidekick. Here Loris and I are on are way to Grand Portage, MN, along Superior's north shore.I'll be sailing Superior's northernmost arc, where I encountered the near fatal "storm of the century." This adventure became Wake of the Green Storm.

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BREE'S BLOG: In The Wake of the Fitzgerald

Storm over Superior

October 29, 2017

Tags: Edmund Fitzgerald, Lake Superior, storms, freshwater boating, northeaster, persistence

I felt a cold breeze on my right cheek. As I turned my face to determine its direction, the wind seemed to grow into intensity. "Damn," I swore. Out of the mist a howling gale sprang up and aboard Persistence, I was caught again, this time close to a lee shore. The savage winds Read More

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