Posted by steve on Dec 15, 2020 in News | 0 comments It was only a sharp, short jolt, lasting less than a second, but my body recognized it as an earthquake. The only way to tell if it was small and nearby, or bigger but far away, was to go to the U.S.G.S. website’s earthquake page. There, I found out it had been a 4.0 (a pretty good little shaker) in Morgan Hill, 60 miles south of Oakland, at 6:59 a.m. this morning. I knew exactly which fault had ruptured: the San Andreas. A 4.0 earthquake isn’t going to kill anyone or even cause much if any damage. It’s just the fault stretching its muscles, so to speak. But whenever these things happen here in California, they remind us that we live in earthquake country, and the Big One is never far from our minds.