Earthquakes don't cause me much grief, generally. Folks in the Midwest don't get bent outta shape about tornadoes, just as Gulf Coast denizens don't sweat the hurricanes much. Facts of life, choose yer particular & preferred poison. I remember watching the mailbox post in front of Mom and Dad's house swing in a 25* arc during the '71 Sylmar quake as the S-wave passed under us--THAT was impressive at age 16. I was in Big Bear Lake in 1992 for the Landers and Big Bear quakes on April 23, and watched as the water sloshed out of the resort's swimming pool twice that morning. The thing I recall most vividly was the large amount of dust throughout the Bear Valley that was kicked up by all of the rockslides that occurred during the quakes. The first quake's dust had just about settled from the 7.3M Landers dance when the 6.3M Big Bear event took place. Lots MORE dust after that. The townspeople renamed Big Bear Lake to "Chimney Falls" in response to that phenomenon. Fall they did, too--lots of them. Getting down the mountain was chancey, too--the main highways were shut down on the front side for weeks, I picked my way down the back side highway in a "team" of 4x4 trucks, 5-8 of us rolling boulders off the highway to open the only paved road out of there. Thankfully, none of the rocks were so large that they couldn't be shoved by 3/4 ton pickups with snowplows out of the right-of-way. The 23 miles down to the desert floor took us almost 10 hours. Power was totally out, and it was DARK by the time I got to I-15. Cajon Pass was passable, barely. 15 hours, to make a 2.5 hour drive.
Truth to tell--forest and range fires scare me a whole lot more than earthquakes.