One of the things you notice right off the plane in Iceland is that there are no trees. Occassionally you see a cluster, but for a place a primordial as this, pretty sparse. They have what they like to call trees, but that you and I know are more like bushes. Seems that when a disgruntled band of VIkings decided to expand past Norway, they came to Iceland in the hopes of having their own land. They cut the trees down for both heat and to build their boats, which they would need to fish and to ski behind. And they kept cutting. Until there were no more trees. And that was that. Norway took over not long after that. Be careful the natural resources you squander.
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