Hi All. Whenever it’s possible for me to take a field trip to see something I do it.

Today I took a trip down into South County to take a look at the area where EQLs were reported to have been seen on 04/09/1961. I used NEIC earthquake catalog to get the location of the two quakes. The location was listed as 36.68N/121.30W. Using my GPS receiver I started my search at 36.00N and continued until I reached 37.00N. I wasn’t concerned with the longitude as there was no way for me to gain access to the property west of Cienega Road and there was no way I was going to trespass as the ranchers in this area take a very dim view of trespassers.

I found that the gentleman who reported seeing the lights could have seen them anywhere from 10 yards to 800 yards off the road. There were no power lines or phone lines west of Cienega Road.

Petra would just love this area. Not to far down the road from the location of where the lights were seen the fault can be seen from the road. She could walk down into the fault, which is about 10 feet deep from top to bottom. On the west side of the fault there are some very large rocks jutting out from the hillside. Luckily there is no way one of them would fit into my vehicle.

All in all I had a wonderful afternoon. The sun was nice an warm and everywhere I looked the grass was nice and green. Saw some deer and even a couple of hogs. The next time I go down into that area I’m taking my .454 Casual Magnum. Always looking for a way to put some fresh meat on the table. I have this thing about pork spareribs, which reminds me I still have some in the freezer.

I suspect there are some who object to hunting, but I have to look at this way. I don’t always bring home the game I’m hunting. There are times I don’t even see what I’m hunting for. But one thing for sure. I always bring home fond memories of what I see. The tall mountains, the flat deserts, the open meadows, the icy cold streams I always manage to fall into when I’m trying to cross them, or the look on my hunting partners face when he learns the seat of pants is gone after sliding down a rock scree. What’s even better is when we walk into camp and he hears the catcalls, and wolf whistles. I don’t which was redder. His face, or his fanny. In my case it was my fanny as I’m to easily embarrassed. Do I have many fond memories? You bet I do. Take Care…Don in creepy town