Bob and I went to the Quinault Beach Resort on Tuesday night. Turns out we drove into a tsunami warning. (“You’re not actually going into an asteroid field?”)
We kind-of heard about it because we stopped at a gas station in Chehalis and the clerks said something about an earthquake and tsunami warning.
It never occured to me to feel worried about this. The news reports love to make everything as dramatic and frightening as they can:
“Your entire family at risk from breathing air. Tune it at 10pm and find out why and what you can do about it.”
By the time we arrived any danger that might have been was already passed. Apparently most of the staff had fled for the hills leaving about a dozen fearless gamblers ready to riot in the lobby as the gambling floor was closed off.
By the next day everything was full steam ahead.