1906 Earthquake - April 2019

The alarm set for 4 AM was more pleasant than I expected but still an unwelcome guest. I imagine across the Bay many Explorers were feeling the same. It did not matter though, as we had an important duty to uphold. It was on us to get to the event and go through the ritual of retelling the story, to ensure we never let the memory slip.

Our group of seven met at Lotta's Fountain at Market and Kearny but we were not alone. There were 100 or so members of the public here too. These were reporters, politicians, historical society members and curious members of the public. Our group of Explorers was well dressed but by no means the fanciest. Who would have thought that San Franciscan's would get up before 5 am to be fancy? Though there were speeches by the mayor, fire chief, and organizers, our troupe was focused on the importance of re-telling stories as outlined in our field guide.

We hopped aboard an awaiting streetcar and delved into the field guide. We spent the ride up Market Street talking about our own experiences in emergencies and creating plans to stay in touch with each other when one happens again. It was a bit surreal having this conversation and reflecting back on the absolute devastation as San Francisco passed by our windows. The immensity was also well illustrated when we finally arrived at the golden hydrant.

At the top of Dolores Park, looking down across the city we learned and reflected on where San Franciscans got a break when holding back the fire. It was this hydrant which allowed the fire to finally get quashed. While most people were watching the hydrant, I couldn't help but look across the city and imagine what the kind of ruin it must have been in for those in this spot 113 years ago. Members of the public took turns dedicating a golden coat of paint to various people and causes. For me, it was about the stories we carried with us 113 years later. It was about us in the Explorers Guild realizing the value of retelling these stories, though none of us were there. It seemed like an appropriate metaphor to add a new layer of golden paint every year.

As the sun rose over the city and we nibbled and shared pleasant conversations, I was glad to have gotten up so early with this group.