I lived in SLC until almost exactly one year ago, and the fault lines there were one of the reasons why I wanted to get out of the area. There’s a fault line near my old house, and we were in the “liquefaction” zone.
Just this morning I woke up thinking, “Boy, with everything that’s been going on lately, wouldn’t it suck if SLC got hit by the big one?”
The area is overdue for an earthguake, and when it does finally go, it’s gonna go big. There’s really only one highway going through the valley, so if that gets damaged there’s going to be a lot of people trapped in their collapsing homes with very little opportunity for rescue.
I lived about two blocks from Wasatch Fault Park in SLC for four years. Fourth South suddenly shoots steeply upward when it hits that fault.
One night I was awakened by the fire escape banging against the side of my apartment building. Who the heck was climbing up the fire escape in the middle of the nigh? I wondered. Then I realized that I’d been awakened by an earthquake.
I heard that the Mormon Church made a worldwide decision to stop having services for the indefinite future, which was a bigger-than-usual decision because 2020 is the 200th anniversary of the church’s founding.
I remember exactly the site you’re talking about. It’s impressive, how far that fault slipped!
Lemme guess… you were attending the U of U?
We were snugged up against Mt. Olympus during my time there as a youngster, in Holladay. I moved back briefly in my early 20s and lived in the South Salt Lake area. I remember small earthquakes when I was a kid but don’t recall any during my second stint.
Can’t say I worried about earthquakes while living there. Now I live in the mother of all earthquake zones and I fret about it a bit more.
I’m still chuckling about Moroni losing his trumpet and his arm. Very glad of course no one was hurt, else it wouldn’t be funny at all.
That was my old stomping ground. My childhood house was on Second South between 10th and 11th East, two blocks from there. The block across the street was my paper route and I washed dishes in the Salt City Jail Restaurant (apparently closed in 2006, I do t know if you when were there ) around the corner from there.
Cars would have the toughest time headed up the “hill” as we called the fault line.
My car starting slipping down the street one winter day trying to go up that hill in only a light snow.
I used to ride my bike from my apartment up to the U*, but I never could go all the way up that slope – I always had to “cheat” and go a different route, despite my long experience cycling up SLC hills.
I took my sister to dinner at the Old Salt City Jail when she came to visit. I hadn’t realized that it had closed.
*Yes, I did go to grad school there, as I’ve said many times on this Board.
Nonetheless, I can see the LDS church putting on a big celebration for 2020 – the First Vision is a Very Big Deal with them, bigger even than the Finding of the Golden Plates. They had a diorama devoted the First Vision at the Mormon Pavilion at the 1964-5 World’s Fair. It was depicted two or three times at the Visitor’s Centers in Temple Square when I lived out there. I’m sure that most of them judge the start of the LDS from The First Vision rather than any other event.