Written by Dave:
Sunday we got to feel our first earthquake. It was a bit unsettling. I was sitting on the couch and it started rhythmically moving. I thought Luie was kicking the couch and was about to tell him to stop, then realized he wasn’t near it, and it was moving too much. Nancy was in the bed reading, and came out asking if I felt things moving too. That’s when we knew it was an earthquake. We hopped on the internet, and found out it was focused about an hours drive west of us. The largest two registered 5.5 and 5.3, with hundreds of clusters that followed. Sunday and Monday things kept shaking, but only lightly in Yuma. Nancy and I kept humming or singing “I feel the earth move under my feet.” I always wondered what one felt like, and now I know. I don’t want to feel a bigger one. Curiosity has been satisfied. Bring on the next adventure.
That’s about the size of the earthquake we had in Salt Lake many years ago. Ours may have been a bit bigger; it cracked the cement in the driveway, really rattled the dishes in the dishwasher, sounded like a freight train too. I hope to never experience another one too.
I’m so jealous! Moldova is known for earthquakes and I was really hoping to experience one while we were there. We went on vacation to Turkey, and Moldova had a small one while we were gone. We moved to Indonesia, and not a week later, Moldova had another earthquake! I was hoping we might experience one here, but I’ve been told by the locals that Java doesn’t get them. Foiled again! You had the perfect one, small enough to not do any damage, but big enough to feel. I want to put an order in for one just like that…