My dad took us all out to Earthquake Park on Monday to show us the location of a house he used to live in. A house that was destroyed in the 1964 Good Friday earthquake that killed 131. My father and his family moved out of that house just three months before the big quake that devastated his old neighborhood.
My dad checks out a bit of old foundation near the lot of of his old house.
The lot where my dad thinks the house sat.
The view of Cook Inlet from Earthquake Park.
Someone has decided it's safe to rebuild on land that has been deserted for more than half a century.
It was cold.