Last night, around 3:30 in the morning, I woke up very confused. Something was going on -- our windows were rattling, and I was overcome with a strange feeling that I could not name. I imagine there were cartoon question marks hanging in the air over my head. I was dead asleep, and could not access the part of my brain that produces language. Robb had been awake a little bit longer and informed me that we were experiencing an earthquake. By the time he said those words, it was all over, and I promptly fell back to sleep.
This was apparently a 6.0 magnitude earthquake.
Thankfully, Robb and I spent a good deal of money when we first bought our house, getting the foundations up to current earthquake standards.
The area around the quake was not so lucky.
Merchandise was knocked off the shelves in American Canyon, which was the epicenter. (In other news, you can buy wine at the Walmart in California.)
Brick buildings -- which do not "flex" during quakes -- were damaged.
This just looks like a photo from the X-Men.
Napa is, famously, the center of wine-making in California. Not the wine! Not the wine! Nooooooooo!
I think that we're lucky that the quake happened in the middle of the night, so that few people were out on the streets when all that masonry fell.
Northern Californians, what was your experience?