Lived up that way back in the late 70s.
There’s only one word I can think of to describe those storms: BRUTAL.
When you hear the hymn “Eternal Father” (we used to sing it in church as kids) it is not hard to imagine that desperation and despair.
I think of the Edmund Fitzgerald, when the crew, I imagine many of them probably huddled on the bridge, saw water come over the vessel and pour like a Niagara into the hold where the covers had given way...
That feeling of...we are going down. We are going into that water. And we won’t survive.
I can feel that in the pit of my stomach.