Compiling my belongings and materials, preparing to move east I came upon "The Origin of Continents and Oceans" by Alfred Wegener. A book that my great-grandfather used to read for me in order to endow me with a deeper sense of my environment. Reading from it makes me feel like he's still here warning me about cosmic forces that "are at play in your own backyard!". I think I should go out there one last time and film before I winter back east.
Inspired by coastlines the treatise notes the similarities of geological structures and fossils on all continents. Wegener was the first to propose a theory of continental drift, hypothesizing the existence of a single super-continent that split up two hundred million years ago forming other continents.
Situated on an active volcanic system the Reykjanes peninsula is a primal place where the Mid-Atlantic Ridge becomes visible as it rises from the depth. I'm hiking into the volcanic fissure zone. It's a desolate place where the smell of sulfur saturates the senses.
It's easy to imagine how it looked like by the end of the Pleistocene when the entire peninsula was covered by a giant ice-sheet. Thirteen thousand years ago, the glacier started to melt and a series of shield volcanoes erupted rendering out a barren landscape of black lava. The latest one dating to the time of troubled settlement of this forsaken place.