Here in California in the 1800's, "Mr Wilderness" was John Muir. It seems like everything was named for him. One of his sorrows was that he'd never experienced a 'real' earthquake. Then one day it happened. He was riding through the forest when it started. He leaped from his horse to tie it to a bush and then ran into a clearing to watch the treetops sway back and forth. When it hit it's peak, he was on the ground, laughing outrageously from joy. He was a crazy bastard.