Enroute to the San Diego zoo and saw a mileage sign—30 miles to the Intl Border of Mexico-US. We’ve almost driven all the length of the USA since we drove down from Vancouver, Canada when we moved.
Changes are on the horizon for the fall, but first, we’re kicking it off with a road trip to San Diego, leaving tomorrow.
Can’t wait for some sunshine, sandy beaches and making animal friends at the San Diego Zoo!
So, an earthquake happened at 3.20 this morning in the Napa area and it was felt all along the peninsula.
I’m not sure how Anton and I would fair in a real emergency.
I woke up to the rolling waves of an earthquake and somewhat nonchalantly rolled over, poked Anton and said, “earthquake!” He immediately jumped out of bed and ran through our walk-in closet to the bathroom and turned on the light. Meanwhile, I stayed in bed and rode them out for the next 3 seconds or so. Afterwards, I asked him why he ran into the bathroom and he said, “Well isn’t the doorframe the safest place to be in an earthquake?” (Which, in fact, was busted on Mythbusters)
So one of us is probably overly primed and the other is perhaps too lackadaisical…though I am the one who has an ‘earthquake grab-bag’ in the closet and he’s the one that thinks it’s over preparation.