Last night Kish and I were at a dinner for the conference I’m attending here in Vancouver when we noticed an odd sensation. I looked up at one of the hanging light fixtures and saw that it was swaying noticeably from side to side.
At first, I thought it was the overly vigorous dancing of some of our fellow attendees, who were stoked with alcohol and out cutting a rug to a live band. After all, when dozens of apparently well-lubricated people are twisting, gyrating, stomping, shimmying, and mashed potatoing to their maximum capability, it’s not unreasonable to expect the light fixtures to feel the impact. But it wasn’t the dancing — it was an honest-to-God earthquake, coming in at 6.7 magnitude on the Richter scale, that set the light fixtures to trembling. And then it was over before we realized it.
I’ve been in very mild earthquakes before, but this one made our visit to Vancouver special. Having lived through a noticeable tremor, we feel we can truly say that we have experienced the west coast.