originally posted 29 OCT 2014
Growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area, I've been in a number of
quakes. I even have a scar under my nose from when a clock fell off
during a quake and hit me as a young child.
My favorite quake story (and really, shouldn't everybody have a
favorite quake story?) happened when I was probably around ten years of
age or so.
We used to go to Coyote Point just south of the City. They had a bit
of beach there and it was a nice place to walk. Mostly I went with my
grandmother.
That day, we were standing on the beach when a quake hit. I don't
know the magnitude but standing on that beach during the quake was an
amazing feeling. I felt like my feet were even sinking into the sand but
not sure if they were or not. The sand was rolling like waves, at least
that is how it felt to me. It seemed to last awhile but quakes often do
when you are in them. Quite a bit of the area around there is actually
on fill which can account for the rolling wave-like feeling but not sure
if Coyote Point is.
Thought of this today because I was thinking of my Grandmother and
that led me to thinking about Coyote Point which, in turn, led me to
think of that earthquake.
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