That outer bar probably had taken a hit in February 1952, "The Finest Hours" storm.
For here, the main effects for the Perfect Storm arrived several days after the loss of Andrea Gale, on Nov 1. We (Parks and Lands foresters) were exploring the recently acquired Donnell Pond tract east of Ellsworth, in a 40° downpour. I'd intended to walk halfway around Black Mountain then down the notch between the 2 peaks, but missed the turn and walked the extra 2 miles around both peaks. Despite my rain jacket I was totally drenched. Several rain-free hours later we stopped for coffee in Ellsworth and when I pulled a dollar from my wallet there was water dripping from it. (One of my favorite walks ever. It included a magical looking spruce slope forest with the rocky ground covered in spruce seedlings or deep lush moss, the intense green made even moreso in the rain.)