Actually, it wasn't really in Oregon. That struck me last night while I was being fed grapes, like Caesar lying on his fainting couch, and watching news. (just kidding)
It was right across the bridge in Vancouver, WA. Still, where I spent Christmas (Christmas eve eve, actually...my friends' parents celebrated on that day just to cut out some of the stress). Many people scared, much damage. It was a freak occurence, they said. Last big one was back in 1972.
My friend's parents (where we spent Christmas) are away on vacation in Arizona...but family that lived nearby checked on the house, and it's good.
No injuries. No fatalities!
Praise the Lord!
The story I really liked was that there was a lady out walking her dog when it hit. She thought it was funny, because the wind picked up her dog before it picked up her...flew them both back into a cyclone fence (she laughed about that too). She said it held her against the fence for about 45 seconds. Things were flying past her and she was amazed that none of them hit her, there was so much debris rocking around.
She thanked God on TV.
Some boat club for kids lost all their boats. Houses were damaged. Trees were pulled up. A brick wall was torn off the building while people huddled inside. Semi trucks were toppled. Lights went out for hundreds of people. It was classified as an F1 (though the weatherman on TV was shocked at that and said he would have guessed F3).
All this destruction...and nobody was killed or hurt. Amazing. He is wonderful, isn't He?