Saturday morning, I was awaken by a jolt. A big jolt. It felt like a big dump truck had hit the house, or like the water heater had blown up.
But that was it. No aftermath, no diesel noises or running water from busted pipes. I couldn’t place the event, so I went back to sleep.
I was talking to some friends that afternoon, and someone asked me if I had felt the earthquake. I was about to say “No”, when the bell went off.
And the 4am experience now made sense.
It turns out, that it as a little 3.0 earthquake that caused no damage (thankfully). But not a common event in South west Virginia.