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Page 145 After finding the stem, they expanded the search in a northeast direction. After a day of searching without success, the decision was made to make one last sweep before heading in. By now they were right in the middle of the upbound shipping lane, approximately where the Morrell should have been on that fatal voyage. Immense ships passed on either side of them as they concentrated on the sonar screen. As preparations were being made to start the long trip back, they heard a familiar ping on the speaker. Before long, the chart recorder was drawing a tremendous mountain protruding from the lake bottom. An inspection dive would have to be postponed due to rapidly deteriorating sea conditions, so the fix was taken and they returned to Grindstone City, some twenty miles distant. Two weeks passed before the weather allowed a return trip to identify the find. It was the bow section of the Morrell sitting upright and intact, but incredibly five miles from the stem! Now for the first time, both sections of the ship could be explored inside and out. It was broken in half at the #11 hold instead of #8 as was previously thought. The large radar screen originally mounted on the pilot house, had broken off either during the storm or after she sank and landed between the third and fourth cargo hatches. The heavy metal hatch covers are mostly gone. A clock in the bow was stopped at 1:55, the one in the stem at 3:28, the first evidence indicating how long the stem section remained afloat. A commercial fisherman's net was tangled in a railing on the starboard side of the hull, proof that someone had previously stumbled across the wreckage without identifying it. No evidence could be found of the stem ramming into the bow, an apparent contradiction to the survivor's report. Although none of the six unaccounted for crewmen has been found, there is much evidence to indicate a working ship with an active crew. A pair of binoculars lie on the deck and a phone hangs out a window of the wheelhouse. Two packages of cigarettes sit on a table undisturbed. A wheelbarrow sits by a railing. Dishes are still stacked in the racks in the galley. The stem is sitting in soft silt up to the propeller shaft. The lifeboats are still hanging from the davits, although the original report stated that at least one had been launched. A Coast Guard buoy rises from the cabins to within seventy feet of the surface, victim of a miscalculation in the weight of chain used to an- The lifeboats still hang from the davits as the MORRELL lays silently on the floor of Lake Huron. Artv^rk by Robert McGreevy