I’ve never been afraid of earthquakes.
Growing up in Southern California, you learn pretty quickly to sleep through them—or if it’s really serious, to get into a doorway, under a table, duck, cover, and hold. You run through drills in elementary school and laugh through tremors once you get older.
You hear a lot about “The Big One” growing up in California. How someday soon, the San Andreas fault will send a great, massive, 7.8 magnitude earthquake devastating across the state. Scientists say it’s at least a century overdue, but they can’t say when it’ll hit. Between tsunamis and fires and climate change, with so much pressure built up inside, it’s a wonder this place hasn’t imploded…