This is a story I wrote for the June issue of Smithsonian Magazine. The editors there asked me to write a different lead, to make it seem more timely. You can read that version here. But I think the historical account stands on its own. Feel free to disagree in the comments:
On November 1, 1930, his fiftieth birthday, a German meteorologist named Alfred Wegener set out with a colleague on a desperate 250-mile return trip from the middle of the Greenland ice pack back to the coast. The weather was appalling, often below minus-60 degrees Fahrenheit. Food was scarce. They had two sleds with 17 dogs fanned out ahead of them, and the plan was to butcher the ones that died first for meat to keep the others going.
Less than halfway to the coast, down to seven dogs, they harnessed up a single sled and pushed on, with Wegener on skis working to keep up. He was an old hand at arctic exploration. This was his fourth expedition to study how winter weather there affected the climate in Europe. Now he longed to be back home, where his wife Else and their three daughters awaited him. He dreamed of “vacation trips with no mountain climbing or other semi-polar adventures” and of the day when “the obligation to be a hero ends, too.” But he was also deeply committed to his work. In a notebook, he kept a quotation reminding him that no one ever accomplished anything worthwhile “except under one condition: I will accomplish it or die.”
That work included a geological theory, first published a century ago this year, that sent the world woozily sliding sideways and also outraged fellow scientists. We like to imagine that science advances unencumbered by messy human emotions. But Wegener’s brash intuition threatened to demolish the entire history of the Earth as it had been built up step by step by generations of careful thinkers. The response from fellow scientists was a firestorm of moral outrage, followed by half a century of stony silence.
Wegener’s revolutionary idea was that the continents had started out massed together in a single supercontinent and then gradually drifted apart. He was of course right. Continental drift, and the more recent science of plate tectonics, are now the bedrock of modern geology, helping to answer life-or-death questions like where earthquakes may hit next, and how to keep San Francisco standing. But in Wegener’s day, drift was heresy. Geological thinking stood firmly on solid earth, continents and oceans were permanent features, and the present-day landscape was a perfect window into the past.
The idea that smashed this orthodoxy got its start at Christmas 1910, as Wegener (the W is pronounced like a V) was browsing through “the magnificent maps” in a friend’s new atlas. Read the rest of this entry »











