Back in 1959, I was a teenager living about 100 miles from the epicenter of the Yellowstone quake. Back then, my usual wake up call was my dad, who would shake the corner of my mattress, to let me know it was time to feed the critters and get some breakfast. When the quake hit, I sort of dimly wondered why he was waking me so soon after I went to bed. Then I went back to sleep.
Yesterday, I had a pretty demanding day and was sound asleep this morning when our quake hit. I looked over, and saw that my wife was up, dimly wondered why the bed was shaking if she wasn't getting in or out, and dozed back off again.
I was about to declare a pattern, when I remembered the quake that hit Mammoth, about 135 miles away from where we were in Nevada. I was up on my ham antenna tower when that hit. THAT was entertaining!
Last edited by denton; 03/18/20.
