A Little Shake

One of the hazards of living in California is having to live with earthquakes. During our time as residents here they, quite surprisingly, became a part of everyday life. Thankfully, we never experienced a "big one" while we lived here. But, we did feel little shakers on a fairly regular basis. The cats were the most sensitive to these baby quakes. If we were home when we felt a jolt, we'd see both cats dash for what they had deemed as the safest place in the house: under the bed. There were several evenings when we came home to find our cats in their safety shelter. We always verified what they already knew, that the house had done a little shake while we were away.

As we approached the Golden State on our return as fulltimers, we wondered how the cats would react to a quake now that they've been on the road for nearly a year.

Yesterday, we found out.

We were on the phone with our fellow wagonmasters for next weekend's rally when the moose began to shake. It felt like we were rumbling down the freeway at 60 mph. But, of course, we were standing still. We didn't hear any of the conversation for the next few seconds. It was all over before it really got started, but we had just experienced our first quake in the moose. At magnitude 3.3 on the Richter Scale, it wasn't much, thankfully. But, it still counts!

And, where were the cats? They didn't move an inch! Seems they've adapted so well to life on the move, they no longer notice. And, as far as we're concerned, riding out a little temblor in a motorhome is a whole lot less scary than being in a stick and brick. Bullwinkle just bounced around on his six big ol' tires.

Now that we can check that California "to do" off this list, here's hoping the earth stands still for a good long while.