It was not without a little trepidation that my dive partner, John Gilmour, and I began to plan our descent into the turbid waters of Lake Erie to view the wreckage of a recently discovered Harvard. The midday sun was trying to break through the thickening clouds as the winds continued to gain strength. The weather forecast had called for 15 knot winds but it seemed more like 25 as the waves began to build to an uncomfortable height. It took several attempts before we were able to successfully set the hook, and I was starting to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew. Hand over hand we made our way down the anchor line, our eyes adjusting slowly to the loss of ambient light. Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to dive on many shipwrecks where there had been some loss of life but for the most part these were nameless souls who I felt little connection with. This time it was different.