I wasn’t actually in Olympia at the time of the 2001 Nisqually quake, and my friends who were here have better stories to tell, but I thought I’d send mine in anyway.
I was living in Snohomish, Washington, about 75 miles north, and it was my day off. I lived in an apartment complex that had huge iron chains about five inches around between brick posts instead of a fence. I had never seen these chains move.
On the morning of the earthquake I was standing by the street drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette with a good friend. Suddenly there was a strange sound and the huge iron chains I had thought immobile began swinging.
My neighbor ran out of her apartment screaming (she probably has a better story, heck, anyone probably does) and before I understood what was happening it was over.
I didn’t see it on your blog so I included the image of what a pendulum drew in sand during the quake.
By Cole Cunningham