Things Amy Likes

Don’t forget to wear glitter, take your meds, and practice self-care in honor of our dear departed Space Mom.

This is such a weird property. The main house, supposedly built in 2005, in Yelm, WA, looks like a rusty old water tank. Total of 4bds, 4ba, 1,701sqft, reduced $25k to $625k. (Zillow's est.: $623,700)

“God grant me work

Till my life shall end

And life

Till my work is done.”

isn’t he beautiful

listen to the SOUND when he bites

He is NOT, however, either the largest crocodile ever captured in Australia OR the largest ever in captivity.

A slightly larger crocodile has been reported (though not yet comfirmed) to have been captured at 5.58 meters.

And while the famous Brutus of the Adelaide River was estimated to be just slightly larger than Cassius at 5.5m, he was driven out of his territory by a younger and even larger crocodile, who as a result has been given the name, The Dominator.  He is estimated to be just over 6m.

This is Brutus, with an appropriate caption:

It is believed that he lost that arm in a fight with a Bull Shark.  

The Bull Shark lost.

THIS is the crocodile who kicked him out.  The Dominator:

And that’s STILL not the biggest.  

The largest living crocodile ever reliably measured was Lolong, who for the 1.5 years between his capture and his death was the largest crocodile ever held in captivity, at a whopping 6.17 meters (20 feet 3 inches) and 1075 kg (2,370 lbs).  He had been feeding on both humans and very large livestock in the Bunawan creek in Agusan del Sur in the Philippines.  It took 100 people all night to drag him to shore during his capture.

And here’s why:

Since then Brutus developed a habit of hunting and eating Bull Sharks.

Here’s him with a prey.

And if you thought that you’ll be safe if you just stay out of Australia then think again!

Meet Gustave the Nile Croc.

This crocodile became almost legendary for both it’s size and the habit of hunting both livestock AND humans.

So how big is Gustave?

No one is sure. Since he was NEVER captured.

His estimated size is of at least 5,5m  but some give him over 6m.

The terrifying parts are:

1) He is still growing having only about 60 years.

2) Adult crocodiles often perform a gesture of submission to him - something usually done by young crocodiles toward adults - Gustave is just THAT BIG.

3) His sheer size makes it difficult for him to catch agile prey Nile crocs tend to feed on - hence why he developed a habit of hunting either larger prey like Hippopotamus or creatures which are not good at spotting danger in the first place like livestock and humans.

And this is NOT ALL.

Gustave actually has a noticeable scars on his body - he was shot at east 3 times and stabbed with a spear or something similar at one occasion.

He lived to tell the tale - my question is:

What happened to that one dude who attacked Gustave with a spear?

THIS is Gustave:

And he is the PERFECT CROCODILE.  He is the perfect example of what I mean when I talk about (as I do) how the morphology of extremely large crocodiles adapts to the changing physics of their bite.

This is a typical adult Nile Crocodile:

And THIS is a god among his kind:

This is it, folks.  The Final Form.  THIS is what peak performance looks like.

Crocodiles and physics have an interesting relationship.  Crocodiles have, by a CONSIDERABLE MARGIN, the strongest bite of any animal on Earth.  EVER.  Scaled up estimates (based on Nile and Saltwater crocodiles) give the extinct Deinosuchus an estimated bite force MORE THAN DOUBLE the recently updated Tyrannosaurus bite estimates.  Living crocodiles have bite forces measured in the range of 5000 pounds per square inch, for an individual around 15-16 feet.  It is estimated that modern crocodiles in the range of 18-20 feet would have bit forces around 7-8000 psi or more.

That’s a problem.

Because a crocodile’s skull is only designed to handle so much pressure.  Go beyond that limit and the force of impact when those jaws snap shut could literally shatter their own skulls.

But evolution has spent hundreds of millions of years perfecting crocodiles, so PHYSICS ISN’T GOING TO STOP THEM.  What ends up happening in the skulls of these extremely large crocodiles is they will increase dramatically in mass to compensate for the increased forces.  A crocodile’s skull is almost exclusively solid bone, with only minimal space for nasal passages, a surprisingly advanced brain, and some slightly porous looking framework that helps the bone distribute the force over a larger area.  The effect is by far the most pronounced in Nile crocodiles, which most regularly feed on larger prey and need to make use of all that power.

Compare, 26 inch skull:

vs 29 inch skull:

Both of those are Nile crocodile skulls (or rather, replicas thereof).

And just for fun, here are the skulls of completely different (and very extinct species), Deinosuchus:

and Purussaurus:

The bigger the crocodile (within a given species), the more massive the skull needs to be to compensate for that UNBELIEVABLE bit pressure.  This is one way to see from a distance whether you are looking at a normal sized crocodile:

and a truly extraordinary individual:

One of the things about Gustave that’s so impressive is how healthy his teeth look.  A lot of large crocodiles, in their old age, have very worn down and often missing teeth.  They do replace them many times over a lifetime, but when they get very old this slows down.  Gustave, at least in every picture taken of him, had teeth that were in very good condition.

Even crocodiles much smaller than Gustave’s reported size (probably similar in size to Dominator or Lolong) tend to have smaller or more worn teeth:

than the pinnacle of his kind:

I thought that this was such a sweet little 1931 beach cottage until I saw the price. The 1931 3bd, 2ba, 1,344sqft cottage in Saint Simons Island, GA was reduced $49k to $1.35m. It's also turnkey and comes furnished.

Lovely screened porch on both sides of the front door.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙙𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙩𝙯𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 by Gordon Lightfoot.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐎𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐞;

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

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲;

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 - 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 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 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 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞-𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 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. 𝐚 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 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 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 𝐡𝐞𝐫."

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐯𝐞 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 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧,

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 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐎𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐞;

"𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫," 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲."

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The SS Edmund Fitzgerald went down in Lake Superior during a severe storm on November 10, 1975, taking all 29 crew members with her.

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Gordon Lightfoot recorded the song in December 1975 and released it on his 1976 album, Summertime Dream.