And this AM a 7.0 in Columbia! The 'Ring of Fire' is heating up and early this year.

Sure wouldn't want to be near any of Portland's older brick buildings when a good one hits here.

I lived in Woodland Hills in the San Fernando Valley at the time. I was shaken out of bed, thought my brother was playing a prank. Looking into the back yard as the ground shook, I saw that 2 foot waves were churning in the back yard pool- about 2 feet of water was thrown out of the pool. An interesting experience.

I was there too, in Long Beach. The best part --or at least the part I remember best-- was the local news coverage by George Putnam on KTLA. A real hoot. You had to see it to believe it.

I was in the top bunk of a bunk bed, and woke up with it slamming against the wall.
Growing up in Alaska & California I rode through many earthquakes, but this was the biggest.

Yup, Antelope Valley. On my back in bed, I opened my eyes and saw the bookshelves right above me (you know the style: slotted brackets on the wall, flat blades sticking out, wood planks loaded with books) flapping side to side above my head.
Leaned an architectural engineering lesson: Nothing over my bed. Ever.

My husband and I woke up in West L.A. with the floor rocking and rolling. Tried to stand up and walk to check on our 3 kids...not easy! Sam, the 3 year old, said he thought the shaking was from a giant walking close to our house.

So weird for a Portland blog to post about. I was about 4 years old, in a Burbank apartment. I thought the world was ending because I was playing with the toilet handle and had been told not to when the shock waves started.

I remember all the dishes crashing out of the cabinets and my dad gathering my brother and I into a door frame.

And the fish-tank fell over. Broken glass everywhere.

My cousin in Van Nuys woke up in time to catch his surfboard, which he had hung on the wall next to his bed, just as it was about to hit him.