We just went through our first earthquake in the motorhome. It registered a 6.9 (rather powerful) and the epicenter was about 70 miles away from Anchorage. I had just started to prepare dinner and was standing at the stove. Sandy was on the couch. Suddenly, the coach rocked quite a bit—about 5-6-7 times— and it felt sort of like driving over a speed bump at an angle. The top of the coach rocked side to side. While there was definite rocking, at no time did we think the coach might “fall over.”
We both thought that (A) something had hit the coach, (B) someone climbed onto the coach and was somehow rocking it, or (C) there was some instant and really powerful wind gusts. So, we went outside and found no one in, on, or even close to the coach. Plus, there was no breeze and a walk-around showed that nothing had hit the coach. Stumped, we turned on the local news and they were announcing the earthquake.
It was a bizarre feeling but it happened so fast that we could do nothing.
That was my first one. That was enough.