I live relatively close to where the earthquake hit early this morning near Buffalo City.
As some of you now know, I’ve lived in the town of Norfork for about the last 18 months. I’m often in Fayetteville. I stay with daughter Sarah on the west side of town.
We live on a ridge above the Norfork River on some acreage near our other daughter, Becca, and her husband, Kristopher Bouldin. You go east on River Ridge road off of Highway 5, then take a gravel road north into our sub division. There are seven houses on about 80 acres. We live on Old Farm Trail, which splits off Old Farm Place.
We are inside the city limits of Norfork, population 511. We are on a gravel road that is about midway on the Norfork River in the heart of the catch and release section. We are not directly on the river, but close and have river access because of good friends T.L. Lauerman, Borum Cooper and Wayne Reed.
Buffalo City is where the Buffalo River meets the White River. It’s about 8 miles up river from the confluence of the White and the Norfork rivers where we are at. It might be less than 7 miles from my house by how the crow flies. It might take me 15 minutes to get there.
The earthquake was magnitude 3.7 and shook the houses on our road rather violently. There was a loud explosion type sound. I figure that was a tree snapping. We live in the woods on the ridge above the river. There are tall pines, massive oaks and many other hard woods, along with lots of dogwood and red buds. We have two oaks on our property that we describe as Harry Potter trees. They must be 250 yards old, maybe more. Our house is down our own gravel driveway in a small opening carved out of the woods.
Others heard explosive sounds. Again, I figure that’s trees. But the part that unsettled most of us was the rattling of windows and dishes. I don’t know what I heard, but I found myself up out of bed and looking outside on the porch. I saw deer about 20 yards away, really close to my azaleas planted last spring. I shooed them away and went back to bed. I wasn’t sure what was going on that point.
It wasn’t until this morning that I knew when I got a text from Scottie Bordelon a few minutes before 7 a.m. and asked how we made it through the earthquake. That’s when I knew what had gotten me up a little before 2 a.m.
We don’t have any damage that I can find. Pictures are still on the wall.
I’ve got friends who say there dogs barked. I don’t know that ours did, but I’m not sure. I sleep soundly.