6.7, came the alerts on my phone, with a warning to get away from the coast. Tsunami alert! The quake was later upgraded to a 7, the tsunami alert canceled an hour later, and we are not on the coast and I’ve been told the Bay is not likely to do tsunamis. Hopefully.
My friend Kevin of the late Purlescence grew up in Humboldt County and once told me of eating in a diner there as a young man (I’m thinking around 1990) and some old-timers striking up a conversation with him.
I’m guessing they’d heard on that day in 1964 that there had been not only an earthquake in Alaska but the second largest ever recorded. My son-in-law, who grew up in Anchorage, described someone walking into a bank that held the guy’s mortgage, flipping them his house keys and saying, You own it now. Try to find it.
Now there was an underwater mortgage.
Back at the diner on the bluff, they were scanning the horizon and looking at the people on the beach down below. Suddenly they bolted and drove down there, and I’m picturing it as steep, windy, and narrow.
Tsunami coming! Get in, get in, get out of here! NOW!
The water was coming in as they drove back up that hill. They’d saved so many lives. And now, all those years later, they still scanned that horizon from their favorite diner on that bluff; you never know.