[dalereed]

In 64 I knew to get my but down to the harbor (L.A) and run the boat out to sea when I got word of the Alaska quake.

The boat slips with their boats that the owners didn't have the sense to get them out got wasted.

Luckily Long Beach Marina was almost finished and I was able to get a slip there when it subsided, mine in L.A. was no longer in existence.

[blam]

"In 64 I knew to get my but down to the harbor (L.A) and run the boat out to sea when I got word of the Alaska quake."

Smart move mate.

[Finny]

In 64 I knew to get my but down to the harbor (L.A) and run the boat out to sea when I got word of the Alaska quake.

I was only six or seven at that time, in Cambria (near Hearst Castle) in California. I remember so well seeing all the pick-ups crammed with belongings and kids, and being driven to higher ground. My family and I lived literally across the street from the ocean, but it wasn't beach, it was cliffs and tidepools, and thus it would have to have been a mighty large surge to have reached us. I remember my brothers and me lounging over the fence "waiting" for the tidal wave, and one of my brothers jokingly raising his arms protectively over his head, as if to protect himself from something crashing down on him.

Nothing of much significance happened in our part of Cambria, but down the coast in Morro Bay, the tidal wave (more like a big surge, I think) tore up some docks pretty good. Ah, the memories!