In 1971 I was 13. I was lying in bed not quite awake, yet. The windows were rattling so hard I thought it was a really bad SantaAna wind day (again). We lived on top of a hill and the jet stream was routinely pegging my Dads anemometer at well over 100 mph during gusts. Routine winds of 60 and gusts to 115 were common during wind storms (due to jet stream dipping down ). As I became fully awake I noticed that my bed was rolling around my room (big casters and short pile carpet). Then my Dad, who rarely was comical on school day mornings came tumbling into my room doing somersaults. I thought it a little odd. (He had been trying to open my jambed door and when it finally did, he fell forward enough to cause his somersaults). He grabbed me out of bed and hurled me into the doorway. He yelled (unlike him) stay there then went after my sister. When the shaking stopped a minute later, the only sound (very noticeable after the loud shaking of the house) was my long pinboard swinging back and forth, really erie. We lost over one foot of water out of our pool. There were aftershocks all day at Agoura High School, each one upsetting us all more than any of these minor rumbles in the last few weeks. Five years later I studied the San Andreas fault at the University of Colorado in Geology class. They study the S.A. fault because it is the largest strike/slip fault so widely documented in the world. The aerial photos of which are amazing. If you ever drive to Lancaster you actually go right though the fault rift.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 02:17:15 +0000
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