In the past four days, we have experienced three minor earthquakes. The one on Wednesday was so minor that I didn't even notice it. Robb was convinced that there was a cat fight going on under the bed during this morning's quake. Last night and this morning's quakes were among the very few earthquakes that we have experienced that have had sound associated with them. In both cases, there were rumblings, but the excitement was over almost as soon as they began. Generally, it is difficult to tell if what we feel around here is actually an earthquake, or just the neighbors moving the furniture around.
These recent quakes all seem to have been centered a few miles away, in the Berkeley hills. I wonder if anyone had ornaments knocked off their Christmas trees?
For a map of the recent quakes, click here.
Oddly, the very first earthquake I ever experienced was at my sister's apartment in Brooklyn, on my birthday. We were up late, talking. Her husband Neil and our dad had gone to bed, and there was a sound and sensation as if the largest truck we could imagine had just driven over a steel plate in the road. This was in October of 2001, so you can imagine that the events of September 11 were fresh in our minds. I think we were all relieved to learn, the next morning, that we had experienced an earthquake.
So how about you all? What are your earthquake stories?