By Ned Rozell
I just so happened to be stretched out on good ol’ Mother Earth the other night when an earthquake happened.
On a Memorial Day overnight canoe trip, a friend and I had dragged our boats onto the gravel of a little island on the Chena River.
After mosquitoes chased us into our tents and we’d all fallen asleep, my dog and I woke to the sound of splashes. A moose strolled by upriver, right past the tent. A few moments later, the ground swayed as if we were strung in a hammock.
During that earthen wave, I looked outside through the screen and saw a
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