Here's where I think about it:
The Transbay Tube
Every time you BART between San Francisco and the East Bay, you travel through 3.6 miles of underwater tunnel on the bottom of the bay.
I find that three-point-six miles is enough time to halt any commute distractions I've got going for some worst case scenarios. In fact, I don't recommend Googling 'transbay tunnel' and 'earthquake' as I just did.
The Waldo Tunnel
Right after the the Golden Gate bridge, you travel through this tunnel in Marin County. It's beautiful scenery. The eucalyptus smells glorious. I sometimes hear angels, as I feel so grateful to live here.
|Either the happiest tunnel in the world or the gayest. Unclear.|
This cheerful tunnel amidst gorgeous countryside also triggers terrifying earthquake scenarios.
So as to not live in denial, I have water and canned goods set aside.
I also have a dog.
|After I got him, it occurred to me he could be my early detection system, since animals have extrasensory perception about natural disasters.|
Then I talked to someone who experienced the '89 earthquake, with his dog.
After seeing a picture of earthquake damage in my 3rd grade social studies book, earthquakes joined UFOs as one of the main terrors I imagined before falling asleep at night.
As a little girl, I couldn't understand people so cavalier to live in California, where they were risking their lives (and their glorious swimming pools), living near a fault.
As an adult, I've come to realize you weigh the benefits and the risks.
There's so much about Northern California, the Bay Area, San Francisco and Oakland that reward me everyday. For me, it's not worth it to play it safe.
(And just so I'm not tempting fate, a little shouty for St. Emydius, who I just learned protects against earthquakes).