The Limestone Wonders of the Shipwreck Coast
In years gone, mention of the Shipwreck Coast struck chills into the hearts of seafaring men who had heard of the ships and sailors lost while trying to make their way past this perilous coastline.  สล็อตเว็บตรง

The stories swam through the ears of the seafaring men that had come to claim their fortune in the many stormy seas of the Atlantic Ocean.

The kerosene lamp of the Caribbean seemed to be all the impetus they needed. They needed to see what they had missed at home, and soon enough they found it.

The ships that had begun their journey west coast of Florida continued their flung adventure safely, intact, off the coast of South Beach. But all sense of loss soon struck.

Wreckage further south indicated the awful things that nature can do with Titanic’s flanks. The great white sharks which had devoured the liner seemed to have made an acquaintance with the ship before it sank.

Many who had swum the English Channel during the spring of 1912 seemed to have a painful vigil on their souls. Yet, in the end they had arrived home, and their story had come full circle.


If any or all of the items described above were to be placed in a time machine to occur just as it was in the past, it would be easy to imagine the items being scattered about in different locations around the globe. Barring unforeseen circumstances, items should begin to pile up on the rejuvenated reefs of Florida.

Currently a Florida resident, and avid diver,jeans,yscrapersandI myself have been part of the club of ” divers who need theirorative waters,” for many years. We are organized, and dive to our hearts’ content. Our memberscome from all over the world.

Our dive sites are located in the Keys, the Caribbean, and (in sharing our expertise and histories) along the west coast of Florida. Many of our membershave gone on to successful careers in professional diving or live nearby and are eager to share their enthusiasm.

Ten minutes away from my home on Post pine lies the wreck of the icecold Cordillera Septima. My grandparents were Almost drown in this vessel. I’ve dreamed of this wreck since I was a small child.

The Septima was lost on an iceberg a few miles off the Florida Keys on October 30, 1912. The passengers included 16 Italians, Helena Gaddis and her two daughters, in addition to the Irish and Japanese passengers. Only 14 of the original 15 ships made it off the iceberg.

On deck, my husband and I were lucky to spot Herbert, our skipper, returning with a life jacket. Besides the obvious damage to his personal appearance, I noticed that he was carrying something in his mouth that I didn’t recognize. It was a piece of dried tuna. satisfactory, I thought.

“I’ve never seen a live sea mammal die such an awful death,” gasped our guide, Mike Snodgrass. Herbert had a nasty cut on his leg due to Landing a Torrent. He was the only survivor.

We hiked the remnants of the injured steer to Blue Hill Island. Here, on the rocks, we found the remains of theship’s tablecloth, crystal blue waters, white sand beaches and yellow palms.

There was no one in sight. The waves were rolling gently. The ship’s crew had already begun to head for home.


Much earlier than our immediate family, my grandparents had learned to craftsmen and they mastered the art.

Cedar Point is at the point where the North and South Carolina make landfall and where craftspeople canow boats as they once did.

If you think that we’re sticklers for old/historic facts and figures, we can assure you that we aren’t. But we do value historic and cultural significance.

Many of our families had pet dogs as kids. As kids we played hide and seek behind the trees and would quickly disappear. Dogs carried us on these constant excursions. We could piggyback and then wait for a dog to charge, or we could piggyback and then wait for a dog to stop and look for us. It was an excellent mode of travel and we would SIT like Lemme, just in case.

In Maine, we have much of the same thing (the oldie and goodie) but our state is entirely different. Here, we have our first (and only 1) ferries that connects New London, Connecticut with Bangor, Maine. The ferries have entertainment for those who want to ride and you can go swimming or play golf or ride down in a river (aye, there’s a difference). The ferries are operated by vessels under contract to the U.S. Government.