We had a small earthquake last night. The other DrC and I were in opposite ends of the house and each heard a noise that we initially thought might be the other falling, and then realized it wasn't that at all.
Since we are maybe 100 miles from the Yellowstone basin, earthquakes are to be expected, we later learned there were two but we only noticed the larger one. The plot of the epicenters were about 2k and 4k from our house.
Thinking about the earthquake, no biggie for a couple of CA natives, I remembered Mama Cass Elliot singing "California Earthquake," in particular the line "They tell me the fault line runs right through here." It sort of fits.
A few minutes ago we were digesting our lunch on the screened back porch and listening to the song of the aspens. In today's gentle breeze, our quaking aspen forest makes a susurration like a creek over a stony bed.
The sky is azure blue, and the temperature is perfect. We've yet to run our AC this year, it's 'tough' duty that we're happy to do.
