Of all the natural disasters, earthquakes are right at the top of the list for scaring the crap out of you. While geologists have a pretty good handle on where they think significant quakes might occur, the next major one could be somewhere completely unexpected. Charleston's nowhere near a continental plate boundary. New Madrid seems like the least likely place for three major earthquakes over a two-year period.
Seismologists expect Cascadia, California or Yellowstone to be the site of the next major quake, just because we had a good historical record of multiple events happening at somewhat regular invertals. But it could be west Texas or Oklahoma, western North Carolina or even upstate New York. There are ancient dormant faultlines that could suddenly rupture, just to remind us that Mother Nature's still rearranging the furniture.
We were sitting around the dinner table in Redlands as a family back in 1966 the first time we experienced an earthquake. It rattled the dishes and shook the floor. We didn't have time to move, just stared at each other until it ended. I've also had a few small quakes in the Bay Area that make you wonder for a few seconds if you're about to get the Big One.
Now, Loma Prieta was a different feeling. I was sitting on the couch in Vacaville, waiting for the World Series to start when the channels from San Francisco all went offline. Within seconds, it felt like the apartment was in the middle of the ocean, rolling up and down on six foot swells, with the walls and roof groaning and creaking. And within 30-45 seconds, it was over. And then you could see the studio lights swaying on the newscasts coming from Sacramento. Gwen was taking a nap on the bed and she thought I came in and was trying to wake her up.
I've not had many of the hard, sharp shaking like a rag doll experiences, and don't care to, to be honest. Even here in northeast Georgia, some of the Appalachian faultlines will slip every once in a while. We had one in the Lawrenceville house, which was on granite bedrock connected to Stone Mountain. And a couple up here in the Blue Ridge. I seem to even remember being surprised in Raleigh by what felt like an earthquake.
I'm better with hurricanes. There's ample time to pack up and leave.