“IT” Can Happen Here!

“IT” Can Happen Here!

by Don from Iowa


The folks here at SCP do good work and for that 1% of the nation’s population that KNOWS “IT can happen here”; that we don’t know where or when, but that it can happen, you and good folks like you make it easier for we who aren’t necessarily or easily spooked by anything or have phobias about some possible bad occurrence or a specific one.


My mother was born ’25 and she told of many times in the winter roads might not be opened for a week or 10 days in rural Floyd County, Iowa. When she was 8 she developed appendicitis, and Grandpa took her straight to Charles City-over the ditches full of snow, fencelines, and the river–the snow was that hard crusted and solid enough to carry the sleigh and 2 horses. In the winter of 1864, the year a great-grandfather moved here from Dane County (Madison) Wis., there was a stretch of railroad near Lawler that was several miles long 11 feet deep in snow.

I can go back and say that George Soule, Mayflower passenger, was 11 times removed my grandfather. And beyond that some unknown Indian woman from Minnesota–10,000 to 15,000 years.

Snow and Cold

I distinctly remember the winter of ’50-’51 that the snow at our home in Osage, Iowa (N.E. Ia.-Mitchell Cty.) was up to the lower window sill on the 2nd floor of our home, and for 29 days straight the temperature never above 0F and was always -25 to -30F and lower every night.


In August ’85, here in Des Moines, we had 8 days straight where it was well over 100F-108F was the worst, and as a road building supervisor, I was on the ground out in it with no shade anywhere.


Then in ’93 we got hit with record floods–“The Great Flood of 1993”–no water for days, electricity did stay on, extremely serious flooding over the whole state, only 2 bridges in the city open because of geography and we have gobs of bridges–I walked levees on patrol for 13 days straight and lost 25 pounds doing it 12 hours a day.


I guess these things have impressed on me that “it” can happen here as well as anywhere else, and if you are unprepared, you will suffer. Ever since ’93 we have put a little away, and are now adding seriously to our Mountain House stockpile. Costco has had a very good price on the $125 boxes at $75 or $85, so we grab one of those every 2 or 4 weeks. And water–lots of water.

It’s unfortunate that according to DHS (Homeland Safety) only 1% of the population fits the term prepper, but then, that’s their problem, not mine. The average American simply will not accept that one of the facts of life is that a catastrophe can occur anywhere, and that it doesn’t have to be one you’d expect, although it’s probably the best starting point for beginning.


We live in what is called the “craton” of the North American landmass, in Iowa. Earthquakes here rate about 2 in probability 100. But there is a very large crescent shaped failed fault that runs in a broad swath from SW to NE that is filled 35,000 feet down with waste rock from the various ancient Oceans and later Ice Ages. A craton is the oldest and hardest part of a continent. So a earthquake here is very unlikely, but if it should happen it could be truly catastrophic because the fault is so deep and the surrounding rock is very hard. If we look back to the Great Quake of 1811 at New Madrid, Mo. and see that it made the Mississippi run backwards, the seriousness of a like quake here becomes much more understandable. If it should break, it will be a match for anything ever recorded in this nation, probably a 9 or 9.5 at least.


But weather is the main issue here, that and tornadoes. Quick, get in the basement under the stairs that are bolted to the floor and that should provide adequate protection.

As for the whole Seattle area, not only the Cascadia Fault, but Mt. Rainier, pose enormous challenges. Been there a number of times as an OTR driver, it’s beautiful, but it rains too much for my tastes. And my roots in this state go back to 1864.

My Stand 

I ain’t going anywhere — I like it here. I like to visit other places, but here I stands, and here I stays. When I’m dying, take me out in the fresh air, be it rain, snow, fog, moon or sun shine, face me North, and leave me be. Just what ever it takes to keep the pain down, a little cold water, and wait. I don’t want to go in some damned hospital bed or even my own bed–out in the Natural World that God made for us, and made us from, is all I ask.

Semper Fidelis & Semper Vigilans


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