Doppler and I were peacefully napping on the sofa when Helaine took to her feet.
“Honey, wake up. We’re having an earthquake.”
I opened my eyes and stared down at the couch’s fabric a few inches from my nose. The house was shaking.
5.1 earthquake in La Habra! My earthquake map says 19 miles from here.
KCAL 9 news was on. Within a few seconds they were in quake mode. A live seismograph jiggled across the screen.
Much like a bell that had been rung, SoCal was still shaking. It wasn’t strong enough to feel by this time, but more than enough to measure. The quake’s movement covered the entire graph.
Rides at Disneyland have been stopped. The LA subway and other rail lines have slowed down to inspect tracks. Choppers are flying over a water main, now flooding a La Habra intersection.
Tonight’s quake was actually a swarm of quakes. There were at least 10 greater than magnitude 2.0, a few stronger than a 3. We felt a few, though none as strongly as what happened at 9:09 PM PDT.
Stef felt it in Hollywood too. She had just hung something on the wall and was staring at it as it began to shake.
Back on TV, KCAL went to a live shot from a restaurant here in Orange County. There were broken bottles on the floor, but normal activity had already resumed. Californians have been through this before.
So, this is what it’s like.
Doppler slept.
