Compiling my belongings 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 are at play, "in your own backyard!". I think I should go out there once more and film my backyard before I settle in for the long winter back east.
Inspired by coastlines the treatise notes the similarities of geological structures and fossils on all continents. Wegener was, of course, 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 as I try to imagine how it looked like by the end of the Pleistocene.
An age 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 settlement of this forsaken place.