At 5:51AM today I was jolted awake by the house shaking, like a giant had run by and kicked the corner of my house. It's 5:59 right now. It was just a jiggle, lasted but a second, but long enough that I knew it wasn't a moose scraping himself on the side of the house. It was definitely a small earthquake.
Little Miss Sensitive, aka Sofia, just lay there on the floor looking sleepy and completely unconcerned, while I, on the other hand, jumped out of bed and grabbed the flashlight and began making sure I had all the needful stuff ready to grab if I felt I had to exit the house.Earthquake alert dog she is not!
The Geophysical Institute up at UAF recorded it as a 5.12, quickly followed by a 1.95 (which I didn't feel in the least). This is reassuring that the 5.12 was the "big" tremor, not a precursor to an even bigger shake. At least that's my reasoning. There is always the chance that a bigger one is on the way because earthquakes have their own logic, one that we haven't figured out yet.
A few years ago the Interior had a 7.9 earthquake. Not one single person died, and the only injury that is known is a broken arm. Imagine what a 7.9 earthquake would have done to, for instance, Portland, Oregon? Despite the fact that so many homes are owner-built, or maybe because they are owner-built, our houses are earthquake-prepared.
I'm pleased with the way the new house performed in this episode. In fact, I think I might go back to bed now.