Saturday, March 29, 2014

A Brief History of Earthquakes in Los Angeles



A while back I blogged some excerpts from a wonderful book called The Discovery of San Francisco Bay:  The Portola Expedition of 1769-1770.  The book is a translation of the diary of Miguel Costanso who was a soldier/engineer along that historic expedition up the coast of Southern California.  I love the book's vivid description of the physical geography of Southern California, which must count as the first written description. Costanso wrote a description of the valley where we live which I already blogged about here.

We been having more earthquakes than usual lately. They have been medium-sized and located quite a distance from here.  Nevertheless, I decided to revisit the Portola Expedition because I recall how vividly he described the earthquakes in the L.A. basin as they passed through that summer in 1769. Turns out earthquakes occurred daily.  Here are his descriptions; the notes are partially from the book and partially mine.
Friday,  July 28 1769--From Santiago we went to another place of which the scouts gave us particulars. It was not far, in truth, since we arrived after an hour's march. It was a beautiful river, and carries great floods in the rainy season, as is apparent from its bed and the sand along its banks. This place has many groves of willows and very good soil, all of which can be irrigated for a great distance.
We pitched our camp on the left bank of the river. To the right there is a populous Indian village; the inhabitants received us with great kindness. Fifty-two of them came to our quarters, and their captain or cacique asked us by signs which we understood easily,  accompanied by by many entreaties, to remain there and live with them. [He said] that they would provide antelopes, hares, or seeds for our subsistence, that the lands which we saw were theirs, and that they would share them with us.
At this place we experienced a terrible earthquake, which was repeated four times during the day.  The first vibration or shock occurred at one o'clock in the afternoon, and was the most violent; the last took place at about half past four. One of the natives who, no doubt, held the office of priest among them, was at the time in the camp. Bewildered, no less than we, by the event, he began, with horrible cries and great manifestations of terror, to entreat the heavens, turning in all directions, and acting as though he would exorcise the elements. To this place we gave the name of Rio de los Temblores. [17]
[17] "Earthquake River" The river became known as the Santa Ana river.  Their campsite was east of Anaheim, near present day Olive.
Sunday, July 30--We left Los Ojitos, [18] where there was another earthquake of no great violence, at half-past six in the morning.  We crossed the plain in a northerly direction, steadily approaching the mountains. We ascended some hills which were quite rugged and high; [19] afterwards we descended to a very extensive and pleasant valley where there was an abundance of water, part of it running in deep ditches, part of it standing so as to form marshes.  This valley must be nearly three leagues in width and very much more in length.  We pitched our camp near a ditch of running water, its banks covered with watercress and cumin.  We gave this place the name of Valle de San Miguel. [20]  It is, perhaps, about four leagues from Los Ojitos.  In the afternoon we felt another earthquake.
[18] "Little Springs" Present day La Brea Canyon, north of Fullerton.
[19] The Puente Hills, probably on the route now followed by Hacienda Boulevard.
[20] Now called the San Gabriel Valley. The camp was near the community of Bassett.
Monday, July 31---We left the camping place at seven o'clock in the morning, and crossing the ditch over which we had to lay a bridge on account of the depth, we traveled for two leagues to the west-northwest through fields of dry grass and thickets, which detained us for a long time as it was necessary to clear a path at every step. We crossed a very muddy stream and camped farther on in an open clear spot in the same valley, and close to a gap which was seen to the west. [21]  At half-past eight in the morning we experienced another violent earthquake.
[21] They camped north of the Whittier Narrows.
Tuesday, August 1---We rested today, and the scouts went out to explore the country.
At ten o'clock in the morning there was an earthquake, which was repeated with violence at one o'clock in the afternoon; and one hour afterwards we experienced another shock.  Some of the soldiers asked permission to go hunting mounted on their horses and others to go on foot, with the intention of killing some antelopes, as many of these animals had been seen.  They are a species of wild goat with horns somewhat larger than those of the goats. These soldiers, on their return, said that they had seen a river of fine water--from sixteen to seventeen yards wide--that rises near the gap of the valley to the south, and at the foot of a low hill that was in sight of our camp, and, at the most, half a league distant.
Wednesday, August 2--In the morning we broke camp, and travelling towards the west, we left the valley by an opening formed between low hills.  Later we entered quite an extensive canyon containing many poplars and alders, among which a bountiful river flowed from the north-northwest, and turning the point of a small steep hill it afterwards continued its course to the south. [22]
To the north-northeast one could see another watercourse or river bed that formed a wide ravine, but it was dry. [23] This watercourse joined that of the river, and give clear indications of heavy floods during the rainy season, as it had many branches of trees and debris on its sides. We halted at this place, which was named La Porciuncula. Here we felt three successive earthquakes during the afternoon and night.
[22] They were at the Los Angeles River, approximately where North Broadway bridges the river. The "small steep hill" is the southeastern portion of Elysian Park--about three-fourths of a mile east of Dodger Stadium.  Elysian Park as is looks today:
[23] Arroyo Seco
Juan Crespí, a Franciscan padre along on the trip, named the river El Río de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles de Porciúncula, which translates as The River of Our Lady Queen of the Angels of Porciuncula. This the origin of the name Los Angeles.  There's an interesting story behind that name which goes back to St. Francis of Assisi which you can read about here.
Thursday, August 3---We forded the Rio de la Porciúncula, which descends with great rapidity from the canyon through which it leaves the mountains and enters the plain.  We directed our course to the west-southwest over high level ground and, after a march of three leagues, we reached a watering-place, to which we gave the name of the Ojo de Agua de los Alisos. [24] This was a large spring situated in a marshy place where there stood some alder trees of very large girth; the marsh was covered with grass, fragrant plants, and watercress. Hence the water flowed through a deep ditch towards the southwest.  All the country that we saw on this day's march appeared to us most suitable for the production of all kinds of grain and fruit. On our way we met the entire population of an Indian village engaged in harvesting seeds on the plain.
In the afternoon there were other earthquakes; the frequency of them amazed us.  Someone was convinced that there were large volcanoes in the mountain range that lay in front of us extending towards the west.  We found sufficient indications of this on the way that lies between between the Rio de la Porciúncula and the Ojo de Agua de los Alisos, as the scouts saw, adjoining the mountains, some large swamps of a certain material like pitch which was bubbling up. [25]
[24] "Alder (Sycamore) Springs", approximately at La Cienega Park, on La Cienega Boulevard between Olympic Boulevard and Gregory Way.  The phrase ojo de agua (eye of water) was often used in naming springs: an eye in the ground, whence water flowed or seeped.
[25] The La Brea Tar Pits. "Brea" means tar in Spanish.  While there aren't any active volcanoes in L.A. there are other natural oil and gas seepages like Coal Oil Point just offshore.

27 comments:

chickelit said...

This post is a verbatim repost of my earlier one here.

I would add that the book is worth buying -- it's cool in that it has facing pages of the original Spanish and English translations. It's a great way to learn some Spanish vocabulary. I bought it years ago off the shelf at City Lights book store in SFO. It is a available through Lem's magic portal.

The Dude said...

Whoa - look who's been to City Lights!

Yeah, me too...

ndspinelli said...

chick, I didn't feel it down here, what about up there in North County, yer darn tootin'?

Paddy O said...

Wonderful post. I'm adding the book to my wishlist.

I've long liked Two Years Before the Mast, which is the sailors perspective of early mid 19th century California.

My family were farmers in the neighborhood of footnote 20 beginning in the early 1920s or so.

ndspinelli said...

Never mind, chick. I just read the other thread.

chickelit said...

I felt it here, Nick -- I'm halfway between San Diego and LA. It was just a brief roll. Like a sinusoidal wave with three damped wavelets.

chickelit said...

I think you would like it, Paddy -- especially if you grew up in SoCal (I did not) and have a feel for the lay of the land.

They walked all the way from San Diego to the San Francisco Bay and back. The author was very observant. If you click on the "Portola" tag at my blog you can find other excerpts.

chickelit said...

@Sixty: I like the whole North Beach area. I spent some time at "The Vesuvio" too, though my recollections is fuzzy...

Lem the artificially intelligent said...

When I saw that bold Drudge headline, i thought it was the big one. or close to it.

deborah said...

Uber tag, who will be the first:

Lem's magic portal

Or do we want magical?

Suggestions welcomed.

The Dude said...

I have a walking tour I do when I am in Frisco - start out at say the Moscone center, visit the SFMOMA, walk up the hills to Telegraph hill, visit Coit tower, interrupt that visit to walk out and look at the Bay and Alcatraz (THE ROCK!!!), then drift back down the hill to North Beach, stopping by the Church of Saints Peter and Paul, then visit some local stores, then down to Chinatown where I buy tea, then wander back down to Market Street, and if I have a notion, down to the Ferry building.

That's a great city for walking. Or it was - I haven't been there since '99.

ndspinelli said...

Gotta fight your way through entitled panhandlers, although that was the case in '99.

Chip Ahoy said...

from Rio de los Temblores
to Earthquake River

I object. The new more scientific sounding names drags the word "earth" with it. And yes, a river flows over across and through the earth but the original mentions only trembling river not why it has a case of the trembles, one assumes earthquakes or some such geologic specificity, but the new name nails it and there goes the romance of wondering. River of the trembles to Earthquake River doesn't cut it. Take that name back. And make it Trembling River and leave the little nature-addled dummkopfs romantically wondering why it trembles.

chickelit said...

"Rio de los Temblores"

The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.


Plant flubs the line in this live version: Going To California

To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la


This was supposed to be a nod to Joni Mitchell...

Chip Ahoy said...

You can slide through in the guise of panhandler. Panhandlers panhandle each other.

And assist each other.

I am continuously amazed.

Walking around with two sticks instead of one has opened up a lot of little windows to the world. The response of people is completely different.

Por ejemplo:

I went to the PO to mail one of my cards. I picked up a handful of priority envelopes they provide, and on the way out I said to a stranger in passing, "Hope they don't get mad at me for stealing these envelopes."

I didn't steal them. And I didn't realize the man worked for the Post Office. In a gentle Mexican accent his soft tone enveloped :-)

"That's what they're there for, to help poor people."

!

chickelit said...

I think you would like it, Paddy -- especially if you grew up in SoCal (I did not) and have a feel for the lay of the land.

I mean, if you've ever flown into LA at night from the east, you get this impression that it's just endless flat. The hills and canyons of the Basin weren't flattened, they were just homogenized. The Portola Expedition account gets you back to a time when hills, rivers, trees, etc. were the distinguishing features.

Paddy O said...

If you walk, you realize how diverse the geography is even still. But you have to go slow and notice in order to see it. The hills, creeks, trees are still here, especially near the foothills and in the more recently developed places.

Chip Ahoy said...

Cienega is a word meaning a permanent spring.

And not anything having to do with 100. And not the name of a person.

chickelit said...

Patrick O said...
If you walk, you realize how diverse the geography is even still. But you have to go slow and notice in order to see it. The hills, creeks, trees are still here, especially near the foothills and in the more recently developed places.

I noticed this too, in Cleveland of all places: link

chickelit said...

I used to notice these sorts of features around Madison, WI too -- to the point of going to the library to seek out old maps and plats.

Paddy O said...

Just felt an aftershock.

chickelit said...

Nada here.

Paddy O said...

Reports saying 4.1. Quick little roll.

ndspinelli said...

I just felt a tingle, a group of Spring Breakers wearing thongs just walked by. I'm happy to report thongs have become mainstream this year in San Diego.

The Dude said...

Maybe women will start wearing them, too.

ndspinelli said...

Lol!!

ndspinelli said...

There are a few guys who wear Speedos. Probably French Canadians.