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Thread: Diving the wreck of the Gosford, July 6, 2012. It looked safe enough....

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    Default Diving the wreck of the Gosford, July 6, 2012. It looked safe enough....

    It finally happened.
    I contracted something serious from a dive in the ocean.

    I've been immune to everything for 9 years and thousands of dives.

    • My ears are healthy.
    • No skin infections from the chemical rich waters off shore of Los Angeles.
    • Last night my hair spent another night soaked with Redondo Submarine Canyon water and I still have crazy thick lettuce on a healthy dome.
    • Years of Nitrogen saturation and oxygen enrichment and my grammar and sentence structure ain't broke yet.


    The ocean's been very very good to me.

    So I wasn't taking any special precautions last Friday afternoon as Karen and I descended onto the wreck of the Gosford, a few miles south of Point Conception, in 50 feet of gentle SoCal water.
    We scootered around it's 280-foot long hull, then burrowed into the tall steel-hulled remnants of this barque-rigged 4-masted sailing ship whose life ended here in 1893.
    I pulled myself into tight spaces, hand-over-hand, touching the wreck carefully but wanting to see deeply into the crevices and deck spaces.
    I marveled at the chunks of coal from its final cargo.
    Karen found two Monkey-faced pricklebacked eels in the bow space.
    The surge bounced me off the huge stubs of the masts: 5-foot tall wooden cylinders, almost a meter across, all that remained of the 150-foot tall masts that burned when she sank.

    We returned to the Peace, dirty and happy, and went on with our wonderful 3-day live-aboard trip.
    I felt fine at the time.

    Little did I know.

    That night, we remained at anchor over the wreck.
    After 4 dives that day, 21 other divers were drinking wine and beer at dinner while Karen and I had water.

    I wanted to dive the wreck again, at night.

    We were teased all evening and had to listen to everyone else's reasons for NOT diving: cold, dark, remote, near areas with big sharks, probably look the same is it did during the day....whatever.

    We were the only two who dived it at night.

    I couldn't not dive it.
    I would have dived it solo if my buddy had decided to sit it out.
    Me, Claudette.... I was absolutely ready to go solo, at night.

    Karen and I had fun even though I meant it afterwards when I said, "It looked exactly the same as it did during the day....only it was dark."

    I had touched it again and again in the dark, unaware of the risk.

    We dived all day Saturday and Sunday: Santa Barbara, Anacapa Island, Santa Cruz Island.
    All good...although I talked a lot with Pat Smith, local wreck expert and author of "Shipwrecks of Southern California", who was enlivening the trip with his expertise.



    Back home late Sunday night, I couldn't sleep despite 3 days of
    intense diving.
    Pete Smith had told us a little about the wreck of the Gosford, and sent us home with a photocopied sheet from his book.
    I pulled out the sheet and stared at it.

    11pm: I turned on the computer.

    I spent hours online, reading, searching, comparing, marking favorites and saving PDFs and photographs.
    I slept fitfully.

    At work the next day, I spent my breaks pouring over more links, blogs, digitized old newspapers, ship construction records, transcripts from proceedings of the House of Lords....

    Ken called and got to listen to a semi-coherent monologue, "It was such a cool wreck, I had to dive it twice, it was carrying coal from Newcastle bound for San Francisco at the end of the era of Cape Horn sailing ships, I touched hunks of coal still on the ship, and she was one of three sister ships (the Gifford and the Gunford, and the Gifford also sank in California and I've looked them all up,) and her decks were glowing red hot with the fire when she sank, and did you know 120 year old newspapers are available instantly online? and coal was all the cargo they could get...or wheat...as the sailing era was ending.... and and and......"

    He made the diagnosis that I'd been in denial over for days:
    "Oh Chica, you got it bad. You never saw this coming, did you?
    You've got Shipwreck Fever, you poor thing."

    I didn't know it would be like a virus, contracted through physical contact with a living wreck of the right type to fool my immune system and run rampant through my nerve tracts.

    I've got it bad, and it's kinda good.

    I blame Joel and Patrick.
    I know they both sleep fine.

    ~~~
    Claudette
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    Well, at least it's a better virus to contract in Southern California than the cave bug.
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    Default Two Dives on the wreck of the Gosford, July 6, 2012

    [Here are the dive reports, written on deck after the dives.
    The infection had begun but I was still symptom free.]


    Dive #4 for the day: The Wreck of the Gosford.

    Has he had done for the wreck of the SM-1 oil-exploration/drilling ship, Pat Smith again primed our imagination with the history of this steel hulled 4-masted barque, as well as her two sister ships. All were built in 1892 and one sank in California within the following year.

    The 250-foot ship lies under its own kelp forest in a cove of sand. You can see the shape of the wreck by the shape of the kelp bed fronds at the surface. Burning coal cargo was her end, and there is black coal scattered throughout, from small briquet sized pieces to big 20-inch "rock" sized rocks. The bow is huge, standing about 30 feet up from the 50-fsw sandy bottom. The bowsprit broke off and lies in the sand.

    Sunshine bathes this shallow wreck and with 25 + viz it felt more tropical than California...except for the 54F water temp. And the ling cod. And the two monkey-faced eels!
    We had been advised to watch for wolf eels, and I was looking for craggy gray speckeled faces...when Karen got so excited I just knew she must have found something great! She did!!! In the deep space inside behind the bow. A smooth and pretty eel face stared back at us from a narrow crevice at the base of the upright hull. The floor of this confined bowspace was a jumble of big rocks of coal. I looked all around and found a second eel under the steel ledge on the stern side of the space. Too cute!!!!! So pretty compared to the scarred and wrinkled adults wolf eels we'd been looking for.

    We raced up and down the wreck several times, admiring the nudibranchs, hundreds of starfish along the tall hull like decorations hung on the wall. The surge was very strong and I got pinged off one of the huge upright mast bases and then a huge spar that was canted over the interior hull space.

    Viz went downhill fast as all the divers explored this cool wreck. The eels took the cake, along with the sunshine through the kelp illuminating this fanciful wreck.

    We surfaced to sunshine, homemade humus (Thank you, Joe), and a quick repair of a fizzing o-ring on my back-up reg. I'm very very dry as the repairs made this week on my drysuit are working!!!! Woo-Hooo...

    I love diving all these new adventures with Karen! We have fun together and dive well, enjoying the same things from a dive: Beauty, history, life, exploration, sharing enthusiasm.

    Captain Eric announced that we would be anchored here at the Gosford for the rest of the day.
    Night dive is available but we'll see.
    I'd like to, but right now my hands would fizz if placed in the Peace's hot tub.
    I need some surface interval, and time to recharge the scooter and light batteries.

    We rested and talked as the sun moved slowly towards the summer horizon.
    The crew smiled at the irony of grilling dinner over charcoal briquettes....anchored over the wreck of a sailing ship that was destroyed when its cargo of coal caught fire and burned for 5 days before the crew gave up and beached the ship in this cove at Coho anchorage.

    As the sun set, Karen and I sipped SoBe's and water with a great Joe's dinner: Savory bread pudding, spinach salad, incredible BBQ pork loin. Everyone on the boat declaring all kinds of reasons why they were not doing the night dive.
    Granted, it was still windy and cold outside even though the sky was blue. But I had a feeling the wind would quit.
    And it did!

    I was ready to go solo and Steve said, "OK.....oh, would you mind releasing the guide-line tie-in to the wreck on your way back?" :-D That's when it became fun and Karen and I were off to the races.

    Dive #5 for the day: The Wreck of the Gosford, at night.

    Right before I jumped, I saw what looked like fat spaghetti on the reflective surface of the water.
    Big hunks of salp chains!
    They were floating to the surface since the wind died.
    Very cool.

    The anchor chain had been angled 30-40 degrees due to the wind during the day but now it was straight up and down Oh.. this is good!

    Dozens of crabs were out feeding around the anchor chain on the sandy bottom.
    2 to 4 foot long salp chains were everywhere in the water.
    Crabs were out eating all over the wreck too.
    Lots of surge on the wreck, and combined with the giant kelp forest and the thick pteragophora fronds the whole world was in chaotic motion.

    Didn't notice it so much during the day but it was disorienting in the dark periphery next to our brilliant light beams.
    We left the tie in line in place and went in search of the monkey-faced eels we'd found inside the bow section.
    :-( Nobody home.
    Then Karen signalled fast! I followed her light beam to see the middle 4 inches of a 3.5-foot long swell shark sleeping under the same ledge the eel had been under. EEK! Big! Didn't expect something BIG!

    Our lights disturbed it and it serpentined and turned 180 degrees. Karen's light had been lighting up the area.... but suddenly everything around me was quite dark with only the swell shark illuminated by my light. I craned my neck around and saw Karen's fins and the back of her tank, kicking away. It was a bit shocking when the shark turned fast in a chaotic world and Karen hadn't wanted to block me from moving backwards if needed!

    We scootered back to the outside of the wreck, along the starboard side to the bow.
    The huge steel bowsprit had collapsed onto the sand in front of the bow.
    One 15-foot long, curved steel bar arc'ed up off the bottom, shaped like a fat whale rib bone, covered in bright anemones. During the day it was impressive.
    At night, scootering, when my light first touched it... it looked like a large white "thing" about 4 feet off the bottom... seeming to be coming right at me. EEEK!
    . I totally jumped...and then laughed at myself.


    ha. ha.
    I spent the rest of the dive sticking close to the wreck, thinking big white "things" up here near Point Conception would be less likely to rush right towards me if they would then do a head-first slam into the steel wreck.

    Karen and I scootered the entire wreck, all the way back to the stern.
    Except for my over-active imagination, it wasn't that different from the day dive here.
    More crabs, fewer fish up in the water column.
    More rock fish stuck closely to the wreck or the bottom.

    ("hmmm...must be sheltering from big white "things". Nobody wants to be the Catch-of-The-Day, I guess.")

    We picked our way back from the stern up the middle of the wreck and refound the tie-in line so we could release it from the post.

    There was a 2-inch octopus in algae near the anchor line: The first octopus I'd seen all day!

    Rising up the anchor line, marveling at all the fast moving salps (I think they propulse faster at night than during the day), I saw a funny beige "bump" on a link of the anchor chain. We were mid water, 20fsw over a 40fsw sandy bottom. Could it be a snail that had climbed the chain? As I moved closer, it unfurled to become an octopus. 20 feet up the anchor chain! It leaped away from the chain, squirted forward and then stopped to resume a normal octopus shape. Just hovering there. Karen reached out to cup it and it inked and moved back a few inches and hovered. At 10 fsw we found another of these free-swimming mid-water octopuses. That's a first!

    The surface had even more salp chains all over it as we regained the boat and climbed the ladder.
    The night had become still and warm.
    A nearly full rose from over the mainland into a sky filled with stars.

    Five dives in places I've never been before!
    With a fun-loving smart buddy, a great crew on a solid boat, and an easy-going group of divers.
    Pat Smith has been a real boost to this trip, with all his experience and perspective on all these wrecks and habitats.


    //


    [I had no idea at the time that this was one wreck I couldn't just walk away from.
    The fun was only beginning....]


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    Claudette
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    Quote Originally Posted by LCF View Post
    Well, at least it's a better virus to contract in Southern California than the cave bug.
    I think I'm not supposed to tell you about the 200-foot plus submerged sea cave on Santa Cruz Island.

    We only saw the first 200 feet.
    It wasn't done.


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    The fever was simple to diagnose:


    • Calls going unreturned
    • Dark circles under her eyes
    • Stacks of papers, photographs, microfiches, clippings, reference books, post-it notes and a scale model of a ship, on its side, on the dining room table
    • 47 double espresso cups strewn about the place


    The classic case of "can't get enough of this wreck stuff" fever




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    We only saw the first 200 feet.
    It wasn't done.
    Umm..
    There were those of us that saw only 200 feet and those that swam ahead and saw a little more. *cough*
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    Claudette,

    There's another strain of this same virus that is equally virulent. You have the history variant. I have the location variant. My variant keeps me up at night processing data, snooping across the dark corners of the web looking for hidden data that is yet to be made public, staying up all night building special linux boxes to turn raw multibeam into something that can be viewed in a convenient manner, driving the boat over bumps again and again fretting whether it's worth the effort to put a diver in the water, making up new profanity to adequately express my frustration over getting a drop camera to behave, etc.

    It's best to let it run it's course. The worst part usually passes in a few years but expect occasional flare ups that may disrupt family, work, or whatever else gets in the way. I know several people who have been living with one or both of these conditions for decades and they still manage to hold it together. It's very important to not suffer alone. Luckily, there are several local support groups where your condition is well understood.

    PS - this condition is much better than the one that makes folks spend countless hours taking pictures of almost microscopic worms. I have several friends suffering from that one and it's terrible.

    Be strong,
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ross-O View Post
    Claudette,

    There's another strain of this same virus that is equally virulent. You have the history variant. I have the location variant. My variant keeps me up at night processing data, snooping across the dark corners of the web looking for hidden data that is yet to be made public, staying up all night building special linux boxes to turn raw multibeam into something that can be viewed in a convenient manner, driving the boat over bumps again and again fretting whether it's worth the effort to put a diver in the water, making up new profanity to adequately express my frustration over getting a drop camera to behave, etc.

    It's best to let it run it's course. The worst part usually passes in a few years but expect occasional flare ups that may disrupt family, work, or whatever else gets in the way. I know several people who have been living with one or both of these conditions for decades and they still manage to hold it together. It's very important to not suffer alone. Luckily, there are several local support groups where your condition is well understood.


    PS - this condition is much better than the one that makes folks spend countless hours taking pictures of almost microscopic worms. I have several friends suffering from that one and it's terrible.


    Be strong,
    Ross-O
    Hey - I resemble that remark....





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    Quote Originally Posted by Ross-O View Post
    Claudette,

    There's another strain of this same virus that is equally virulent. You have the history variant. I have the location variant. My variant keeps me up at night processing data, snooping across the dark corners of the web looking for hidden data that is yet to be made public, staying up all night building special linux boxes to turn raw multibeam into something that can be viewed in a convenient manner, driving the boat over bumps again and again fretting whether it's worth the effort to put a diver in the water, making up new profanity to adequately express my frustration over getting a drop camera to behave, etc.
    Hahahaaaa! I met Jonathan on this trip... your brother from another mother. It was delightful. I can't wait to see the two of you on the Orion, hunting targets.

    Quote Originally Posted by Ross-O
    It's best to let it run it's course. The worst part usually passes in a few years but expect occasional flare ups that may disrupt family, work, or whatever else gets in the way. I know several people who have been living with one or both of these conditions for decades and they still manage to hold it together. It's very important to not suffer alone. Luckily, there are several local support groups where your condition is well understood.

    PS - this condition is much better than the one that makes folks spend countless hours taking pictures of almost microscopic worms. I have several friends suffering from that one and it's terrible.

    Be strong,
    Ross-O
    Whew! Ok...no 12-step...dig in... enjoy. I can do this! ;-) Thanks!

    ~~~~
    Claudette

    P.S. You, my friend, are also deeply to blame for this. Thank you.
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    Patrick Smith had quickly described the final days of the Gosford: her cargo of coal from Newcastle, England, going all Hibachi, smoldering below decks for days as the crew fought the fire.

    Parts of the hull and deck glowing red as the coal burned hotter. Billows of smoke attracting attention from boats near Pt. Conception. The final moments after the crew was moved safely to rescuing boats and the Gosford was flooded, sent to the bottom at 50 feet with hopes to refloat her quickly after removing the cargo.

    What an image!
    When the water got to their lower lips they must have told somebody!

    I had dived upon a silent, cool hull, carpeted with life, nuggets of coal shining like ebony on beige sand.
    What must its final days have been like?

    A few clicks later and I was looking at the San Francisco newspaper, reading about it like it had happened yesterday:







    Captain Haskels Pumps at Work.
    Part of the crew of tbe unfortunate coal ship Gosford arrived yesterday on the steamer Caspar from Hueneme. Captain Anfindsen of the Caspar tells the story of sighting and helping the Gosford when he discovered her in a distressed condition near Point Conception.

    "It was somewhere about 9 o'clock on the morning of the 22d," he said, "when we were standing around Point Arguello. We saw signals of distress flying from the masthead of an English ship standing in toward shore. Smoke was pouring out of her hatches and I immediately surmised that the vessel was a coal ship and on fire. We changed our course and stood in toward her and found her to be the British ship Gosford from Liverpool for San Francisco.

    We ran alongside and offered to take the crew off as she was all ablaze below and her side plates and decks were almost red hot in places." Captain Anfindsen then described in detail the burning of the Gosford. It had been a week since the time the vessel had been discovered to be on fire, and Captain Chapman had about given up all hopes of saving her.

    Tbe members of the Gosford's crew who came up on the Caspar said that owing to the prompt assistance rendered by tbe Caspar tbev did not actually suffer by tbe heat as they might have done had their ship been further out to sea and out of tbe path of coasters. No great heat was felt in the cabin or forecastle until two days before the Caspar was spoken. The decks had, however, become so hot by that time, that it was hardly possible to sleep forward.

    The pumps were worked, but they had little effect on the flames. Between decks and beneath the main hatch the cargo was a glowing mass of live coals, upon which water had no effect.

    When the Caspar reached Coho, about two miles south of Point Concepcion, with the Gosford in tow it was about 1:20 o'clock in the morning of the 23d. Quite a breeze was blowing and something of a sea was running. The Gosford let go one of her anchors, and the crew of the Caspar assisted the ship's men to pump. The Caspar had her pumps working at full pressure also. The inflow of water did nor seem to have any effect on the flames, and in less than half an hour from the time the anchor was dropped the Gosford's deck, from the mainmast aft, was a sheet of flame.

    It was a cloudy night and the sky was illuminated with the reflection from the fire for miles. Flames shot up in tbe rigging as high as the topgallant yards, and those on board had to make haste to get on the Caspar for safety.

    An attempt was made to open tbe seacock, which was successful, but the vessel filled very slowly. Her side plates were red hot, and down near the water's edge, abreast of the mainmast, the water bubbled and hissed from the great heat of the iron sides.

    Captain Chapman did not forsake his ship until after 4 a.m. on the 23d, when all hands went on board the Caspar. The latter remained alongside until the arrival of the tug Fearless. Captain Haskell of the Fearless lost no time in getting every available pump of his boat to work, and in a few hours tbe desired effect was visible. Tbe Gosford commenced to sink slowly.

    When the Caspar left the Fearless had run tbe ship within 600 feet of the beach and had sunk her in five fathoms of water.

    Captain Haskell intends pumping her out again after stripping her, so Captain Anfindsen thinks, and will tow her to this city. Yesterday afternoon the Spreckels Tugboat Company decided to sent the Relief to Coho to help the Fearless. Wrecking apparatus was placed on board the Relief and she was provisioned for a cruise.

    The ten men of the Gosford who came up on the Caspar went before the British Consul yesterday morning and will be looked after. It is thought that the ship's hull can be saved, together with much of her rigging. The cargo of coal will not necessarily be a total loss, but this cannot be determined until later.
    And this was the wreck I had dived?
    Wow...

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    Default But what did she look like?

    There were no photographs... duh! 1893!
    But didn't Patrick say she was one of three identical barques?

    3 minutes later I had a photograph of her identical twin, the Gifford, posing regally before the Cliffs of Dover:

    282 feet long, steel hulled.
    150 foot tall masts.
    Acres of canvas sail cloth.
    42 feet wide.

    A humongous steel hibachi, filled with coal, and sailed 4 months from England by a crew of 36 men...almost to San Francisco... before something lit the grill.

    They had flooded her to extinquish the fire:


    A day later, November 28th, they tried to raise her:


    November 30th, seven days after she'd been flooded to the bottom of Coho Anchorage, it was over:


    This was the wreck we had anchored on, 119 years later.

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    Default Order in the (Naval) Court!

    What really happened?
    Was anyone to blame?
    Had the crew and captain done everything possible to save her?

    Only 6 days after the Gosford first sank to the sandy bottom of Coho Anchorage, the Naval Court in Santa Barbara had heard testimony from crew, the captain and the rescuer's responding to the fire:


    "The Master, Willian S. Chapman appears to have navigated his vessel in a proper and seamanlike manner, and when the casualty was inevitable, to have done everything in his power to avert it, and in the opinion of the court deserves praise for the manner in which he performed his duty."

    "The proper discipline appears to have been maintained aboard the vessel."

    Uh... yeah. They stood, slept, worked and ate upon a burning ship for 5 days, working around the clock to fight the fire.

    "The coals were well and properly stowed and it was not overloaded."

    The court suggested that bulkheads may have helped fight the fire:
    "As the evidence shows that as fast as the burning coals were removed the other coal fell in on the men, which could not have occurred had there been bulkheads."

    Let me picture this: The men were standing in the burning coal, shoveling it out, as more coal slide down to fill the hole and prevented their rooting out the bottom of the burning material.


    119 years later, I had touched some of this coal on the wreck and replaced it carefully.
    Remarkable.

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    Default Sister???

    I remembered Patrick Smith saying during the dive briefing, "Her sister ship, the Gifford, ran aground later near San Francisco in a dense fog bank."

    Back to the digital newspapers and I found her story quickly.

    1903.
    10 years after the Gosford burned and sank south of Point Conception.
    The Gifford was eleven years old, loaded with coal from a different Newcastle... the one in New South Wales, Australia.
    She'd sailed 75 days to reach San Francisco, sighting land only once, to arrive in dense, dark, impenetrable fog.









    LOSS OF GIFFORD
    DETAILS OF THE DISASTER.
    (Per s.s. Ventura at Auckland.) San Francisco, October 8, 1903
    The British four-masted ship Gifford went ashore on Mussel Rook, off San Francisco, on 25bh September. The vessel was seventy-five days out from Newcastle, New South Wales, with a cargo of coal. She was deceived by a dense fog, which lay along the coast several days.

    The crew of the vessel saved themselves after a severe battle with the waves. The fog was so dense that the men could not see a boat's length from the ship, but the noise of the breakers could be heard. Owing to the thunder of the sea Capt. Michie knew he was in the vicinity of Golden Gate, but did not know he was south of a haven of safety until the Gifford, with a sharp crash, ran on rocks that lie twelve miles south of the Cliff House.

    All hands were on deck at the time of the disaster. The first officer, Mr Harry Laverick, was on watch. At 6 o'clock in the evening the watches were changed, and Capt, Michie decided to take in all sail and put the vessel about, fearing he might be too close to the coast for safety.

    While the sailors were aloft taking in sail the first officer threw a sounding lead, and discovered he was in shallow water. His warning cry to the captain came too late. The Gifford piled on the Mussel Rock, and her forward and middle compartments were pierced by sharp pinnacles.

    The order was at once given to man the ship's lifeboats, and prepare to launch them. Good order was maintained, and after finding the vessel was not making much water in the wells the captain decided to keep his men on board and signal for assistance.

    Through the dark watches of the night the crew clung heroically to the vessel. Rockets were sent up at frequent intervals for two hours after the vessel struck, and flares were burned from 9 o'clock until midnight, but no answer came from the shore. Captain Michie and crew claim that while the fog was very dense previous to the disaster the mist cleared away shortly after, and all through the night they could see fixed white lights some miles up the beach. It is feared there was some defect as to the look-out of the life saving station.

    At seven in the morning Captain Michie ordered two lifeboats to be launched, and a landing was made on the shore. The boats had a terrible time with the waves, and the sailors were drenched to the skin by the waves dashing over the boats.

    After reaching shore the men had further trials, as they were left long on the sandy shore before help was sent to them. Captain Michie, the first officer, and two sailors remained with the ship, and were taken off during the morning by lifeboats from the lifesaving station, where the disaster to the Gifford was discovered at 8 a.m. The British ship General Gordon, also from Newcastle, had a narrow escape from going on the rocks. She and the Gifford had been within sight of each other several days, and were about a quarter of a mile apart when the Gifford struck. The General Gordon secured a pilot about this time, and the pilot was obliged to steer a north east course away from the Mussel Rock.



    Wrecked sailors of the Gifford, resting on the beach.



    Days later the wreck was disintegrating:


    My wreck, the Gosford, had sank only a year after construction in a Glasgow shipyard.
    10 years later, the Gifford was smashed to pieces on California rocks.
    But not until after she had played a critical role in bettering the life of sailors on American ships everywhere.

    Time to meet Andrew Furuseth.
    Sailor, mariner, labor union leader.

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    Claudette
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    "my wreck"....

    Chica's got it bad.




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    Oh, my goodness, you have it bad, don't you?

    I am not a wreck person. But I remember diving the Thistlegorm in the Red Sea. We had had a splendid briefing on her, about how she was sunk, and what happened in the bombing. I was swimming along the port side, and saw two circles with a line above them. Lines don't exist in nature, so I was puzzling at what this was, until it resolved in my brain, and I realized I was looking at a TANK, lying on its roof. Suddenly, I could see the scene -- the ship, in the dark; the airplanes, the bombs falling. The flames and noise, and shouting and screaming of men; things as big as TANKS being thrown, whole, out of the ship. The subsidence of the hull into the dark water . . . and I realized I was there, looking at the end of the story. I got goosebumps, and for a moment, I understood the pull of shipwrecks, and why people put the time and energy into diving them.

    It didn't last, but at least I got a glimpse of it. Now, through your excitement and your posts, I'm getting another one.
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