I've seen this topic come up here from time to time. The link below is
an interesting report in today's New York Times about some new research
that shows rogue waves over 85 feet tall are, in fact, much more common
than previously believed. There are a couple amazing photos!

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/11/sc...wave.html?8dpc

Regards
Jason


Rogue Giants at Sea

"...By one definition, the titans of the sea rise to heights of at least
25 meters, or 82 feet, about the size of an eight-story building.
Scientists have calculated their theoretical maximum at 198 feet —
higher than the Statue of Liberty or the Capitol rotunda in Washington.
So far, however, they have documented nothing that big. Large rogues
seem to average around 100 feet."

By WILLIAM J. BROAD
Published: July 11, 2006

Jason writes:

"...By one definition, the titans of the sea rise to heights of at least
25 meters, or 82 feet, about the size of an eight-story building.

Now we just need Kristofferson to sing a song about them.

Don't you mean Gordon Lightfoot?

--

Roger Long



"Richard J Kinch" wrote in message
. ..
Jason writes:

"...By one definition, the titans of the sea rise to heights of at
least
25 meters, or 82 feet, about the size of an eight-story building.

Now we just need Kristofferson to sing a song about them.

Roger Long writes:

Don't you mean Gordon Lightfoot?

Right.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.


© 1976 Moose Music, Inc.

"Roger Long" wrote in message
...
Don't you mean Gordon Lightfoot?

--

Roger Long



"Richard J Kinch" wrote in message
. ..
Jason writes:

"...By one definition, the titans of the sea rise to heights of at least
25 meters, or 82 feet, about the size of an eight-story building.

Now we just need Kristofferson to sing a song about them.

Good stuff Thomas.
"Thomas Wentworth" wrote in message
news:iDhtg.8050$aL2.7128@trndny07...
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.


© 1976 Moose Music, Inc.

"Roger Long" wrote in message
...
Don't you mean Gordon Lightfoot?

--

Roger Long



"Richard J Kinch" wrote in message
. ..
Jason writes:

"...By one definition, the titans of the sea rise to heights of at
least
25 meters, or 82 feet, about the size of an eight-story building.

Now we just need Kristofferson to sing a song about them.

Jason wrote:
I've seen this topic come up here from time to time.

And as I said last time......... there are no such things as "...rogue
or sneaker..." waves.

Just some really big ones that should be expected.

In article .com,
"Bob" wrote:

Jason wrote:
I've seen this topic come up here from time to time.

And as I said last time......... there are no such things as "...rogue
or sneaker..." waves.

Just some really big ones that should be expected.


Bull****...... Don't try telling that to the guys that fish
King Crab in the Bering Sea, in December...... There isn't one
of them, that hasn't seen a Rogue Wave...come up and slam their
vessel that wasn't at least twice what the sea was doing at the
time......

Me been there, seen that, and lived to tell the tale.......

Me wrote:

Bull****...... Don't try telling that to the guys that fish
King Crab in the Bering Sea, in December...... There isn't one
of them, that hasn't seen a Rogue Wave...come up and slam their
vessel that wasn't at least twice what the sea was doing at the
time......

Me been there, seen that, and lived to tell the tale.......

Lets see..... my first day on the Bering was 1983, December 26. Spent
some time up around the horse shoe, some around the mushroom, and even
hit the donut hole a year later. Got to puke my guts out side the Elbo
Room a time or two. Hung with some to the Magone guys on the beach,
good friend from high school lived in the only dome in Dutch, called in
orders of just about anything and had "Any Cab" deliver it, and
generally had a fun time.

I've left foot prints on the celling and still say, their aint no such
thing as a rogue wave.
Still Bobbing
Oh, I almost forgot.............. GFY

On 13 Jul 2006 18:44:52 -0700, "Bob" wrote:

I've left foot prints on the celling and still say, their aint no such
thing as a rogue wave.

OK, so what do you call a wave that is much bigger than the others
around it for some period of time? Statistical anomaly ?