Yesterday afternoon, my husband and I were hiking along the San Andreas Fault in the Coachella Valley Preserve. "Wouldn’t it be weird if the Big One hit, " I asked, "right this very minute?"
We laughed together, as if dismissing an absurd thought. And tra la la, we continued on our trek.
On the way back to Orange County, we stopped an appliance store. Our clothes drier bit the dust last week, and we needed a replacement, stat.
A cluster of salesmen greeted us at the door. "Did you feel the earthquake?" one of them asked.
We stared. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." Arms waving wildly, they described the swaying lights, heaving floor, and toppled shelves.
We burst out laughing. Gallows humor, I guess.
The earthquake was on a different faultline, but close enough. In retrospect, I’m surprised we didn’t feel it. Whether it hit while we were hiking or while we were stuck in traffic, I don’t know. But it’s certainly a wake-up call!
I’d venture to say that most SoCal residents are complacent about earthquakes. It won’t happen today, we think, and not in our backyards. But Mother Nature operates on her own timetable, doesn’t she? We have to meet her on her terms. Yesterday’s episoe was a healthy reminder that we’re just guests–with day passes–on her beautiful but unpredictable playground.
Earthquake news aside, Easter weekend was wonderful. I emerged from "my" oasis with a renewed sense of peace–and fresh energy with which to tackle my revisions.
Inside the Andreas Canyon oasis (Colorado Desert)
Joshua Tree National Park (Mojave Desert)