Playa del Rey, California
Shortly after moving to Playa del Rey, I noticed the tsunami evacuation signs dotting Culver Blvd.
Like many Angelenos, I first heard about today’s tsunami from my mom, who texted me to pack up the car and leave my home. I turned on the news to find out what time the tsunami was expected. Meteorologists predicted that the wave to hit L.A. was going to be about 3 feet. Although that didn’t sound like much, we’re only a stone’s throw away the ocean. I had an hour before the tsunami was scheduled to hit so I followed the Better-Safe-Than-Sorry-Although-Probably-Nothing-Will-Happen Disaster PlanTM:
1. Take a shower. If disaster is coming, I was going to smell nice. (To all of the moms that tout the importance of clean underwear, your teachings have not gone unheard.)
2. Brush your teeth.
3. Pack up back-up hard drives and laptop.
4. Get camera ready.
5. Hit the road.
6. Find a safe spot where you can take photos.
After parking the car up on a hill, I walked down to the beach. There were a few dozen tsunami watchers staring at the ocean.
The beach was fairly quiet save for a few lonely joggers and lifeguard vehicle patrols.