I remember vividly what I was doing when the Loma Prieta earthquake struck in October 1989. I was sitting on on the arm (I was 4 after all) of a chair in the kitchen munching on potato chips. My parents and Grandmother were out back prepping pea's for diner. We had moved out from New England just a few weeks earlier. Then I remember sleeping on the curb while aftershocks continued and the lights on the block flickered off and on after "the big one".
So, this Saturday being the 20th anniversary of the big quake, I decided to visit the earthquakes namesake, and epicenter. Mt. Loma Prieta (pictured above), south of San Jose. Access to the mountain itself is restricted so I settled upon the closest park, Rancho Canda Del Oro.
Once across I had no particular ideas where I would head inside the park except that I wanted a nice view of Loma Prieta. A small buggy operated by one of the rangers crossed the creek just after I did and I stood watching him pass by, soggy and wet along the side of the trail. Just after that I encountered a little lizzard friend who seemed to adopt the mentality of "if I don't move, he can't see me!" I was more nervous he might have been wounded by another hiker and was injured, so I reached down to touch him after taking the photo below and fortunatley he wiggled away into the grass off the trail.
One thing was obvious the entire trip, this area was very wet. The trail was only somewhat muddy but the streams were roaring and runoff was trickeling off every pore of the mountain. Some segments of the trail and the hillside had clearly slid out in the heavy rains.