I thought it seemed kinda bigger than that — especially since I was literally hundreds of miles away and felt quite a movement, so I was bizarrely relieved to see the quake upgraded to a 7.2 a few hours later. Of course, every newscaster on every channel kept referring to the fact that the last 15 years have been so quiet here.
We all know there is a big quake coming to LA or vicinity. And we just sit here and wait, because this is where we Californians have chosen to live. The little rolling reminders get me refilling my food and water stocks, making sure my gas tank is full, and have me bring my daughter into my bed for the night to keep her close. With 20 something aftershocks since yesterday, every now and then I get a small wave of dizziness, and it really does freak me out a bit to know that I’ve chosen to live on a fault line.
The magnitude is just that…magnitude. I’m not an earthquake expert, but I seem to recall that every number on the Richter Scale if 10 times the magnification of the number below it. Am I correct? (I should, at this point, google Richter Scale and get the facts, but I’m sure one of you will tell me!) [note: OK. I couldn’t help myself. After I posted I did the research on the Richter Scale.] In any event, 7.2 seemed like the right number for where I sat yesterday. I can’t even imagine what it must have felt like for the folks sitting on top of it.