All Shook Up on Independence Day

So Independence Day was a little different this year in Southern California.

I was sitting at my kitchen table surfing the web and having a cup of coffee when suddenly everything began to shake. A moment later, I realized holy shit! I’m in an earthquake.

I ducked under the table and sat there while the floor and the walls and everything else continued moving. It wasn’t a jolting at all, not what you might expect. It was more a continuous rolling movement.

It ended after about 30 seconds. Fortunately, there was no damage to the apartment or building. And no damage that I’m aware of down here in Mojave.

Turns out it was  magnitude 6.4 earthquake that hit outside the city of Ridgecrest, which about an hour’s drive north of here. They had fires, broken gas mains, power outages and needed to evacuate the local hospital. But, as near as I can tell from the press reports, no one was killed. For that, we should be thankful.

The folks up there have been dealing with hundreds of aftershocks, which meant for a very unsettling holiday for them. On Friday morning, they were hit with a magnitude 5.4 earthquake, which is not insignificant.

This was the largest earthquake I’ve experienced in California. I was in a magnitude 5.2 quake up in the Bay Area years ago. I was driving at the time, and it suddenly seemed like the asphalt had transformed into a road made out of logs.

My thoughts go out to the people of Ridgecrest and the surrounding area as they recover from the quake. I’m relieved that things were not worse.