Canada Isn't What You Think: More Dangerous Than United States

Canada is the second largest country on earth, and almost everything that makes it interesting is buried where you can't see it. Under the wheat fields of the prairies, there are coral reefs. Under the arctic ice, there are the remains of a tropical sea. Under a plateau in British Columbia, there's a hole in the ground that goes down the height of two Eiffel Towers. And nobody has found the bottom. The country you can see is a thin skin. 10,000 years of forest and lake and rock. Laid over the wreckage of a dozen older worlds. Mountain ranges that no longer exist. Oceans that dried to salt. Volcanoes hiding under glaciers and a scar in the crust from the day a continent was stitched together. Start digging and Canada stops being a place. It becomes a stack of vanished planets. Let's go down. Chapter 1 The Mountains That Aren't There Anymore Fly over Saskatchewan, and it looks like the flattest place God ever made. Grain elevators, straight roads to the horizon. Nothing. Drill down, and the flatness turns out to be a lie. Beneath the prairies lies the Western Canada Sedimentary Basin, in places more than six kilometres of stacked rock. The compressed remains of hundreds of millions of years of drowned worlds. And buried inside it are the roots of mountains that no longer exist. Geologists call them the ancestral ranges. Highlands that once stood where the plains now lie, long before the Rockies were born. Rivers ground them down, grain by grain. The debris, the sand and mud that used to be summits, spread out and settled and hardened into the very rock the prairies stand on. Think about what that means the next time you drive across Saskatchewan. The ground under your tyres is a mountain range, just lying down. A whole cordillera, worn to powder and pressed flat, holding up the wheat. And that's only the shallowest secret. Because those buried sediments were laid down under water. Chapter 2 The Sea in the Middle of the Continent 95 million years ago, you could not have driven across North America. You'd have needed a boat, a warm, shallow ocean. The Western Interior Seaway split the continent clean in two, running from the Arctic all the way to the Gulf of Mexico. At its widest, it was around 1,000 kilometers across. Where Winnipeg is now, there were waves. Where Denver is now, there were sharks. And not small ones. This sea was ruled by mosasaurs, marine reptiles the length of a city bus. And swimming birds with teeth and turtles the size of a car. When the water finally drained away, it left the flattened floor of an ocean behind. That floor is the Great Plains. Every prairie town is built on a seabed. Here's the part that still turns up. Fossils. Manitoba has yielded some of the finest mosasaur skeletons on the planet. Pulled out of quarries in the middle of the continent, a thousand kilometers from the nearest coast, kids on school trips stand in front of a sea monster that once hunted where their town's grain silo now stands. But hold on, a shallow tropical sea teeming with life, that's a place that builds reefs. So where did the reefs go? They didn't go anywhere. That's the surprise. Chapter 3. The oil is a graveyard. Under Alberta, there are coral reefs, perfectly preserved, hundreds of them. They're just 380 million years old, and they're a kilometre and a half underground. Back in the Devonian period, long before the dinosaurs, Western Canada sat near the equator, a tropical shelf under a warm sea, fringed with reefs the way the Bahamas are today. Then the sea chemistry changed, the reefs were buried alive under sediment, and over hundreds of millions of years the plate Drifted thousands of kilometers north to where Canada sits now, the reefs came along for the ride. And here's the twist that built a province. Those buried reefs are porous, full of tiny holes like a hard sponge. Over geological time, oil migrated up through the rock and got trapped inside them. Some of Alberta's most famous oil fields, Leduc, the discovery that kicked off the entire Canadian oil industry in 1947, Chapter 4. Tropical Reefs Under the Ice Go as far north as Canada goes. The Canadian Arctic Archipelago. Ellesmere Island, closer to the North Pole than to Ottawa. 24 hour darkness in winter. Ground frozen solid for most of the year. And in the rock, reefs. Tropical ones. Hundreds of millions of years ago, this land also sat in warm equatorial water, part of the same drowned tropical world, building reefs and shells and limestone under a hot sun. Then the whole plate crept north, degree by degree, over a span of time the human mind isn't built to hold until the tropics ended up at the top of the world. Now paleontologists in Parkers chip fossil corals out of frozen cliffs. On some arctic islands you'll find the remains of ancient forests too, stumps and logs from a time when trees grew where nothing grows now, when this was temperate swamp instead of polar desert. Picture it. A researcher standing on permafrost, in a place where a bare hand freezes, holding a piece of coral that grew in a tropical lagoon. Same rock, same planet. The continent just moved, and took its old climates with it, filed away in stone. That's the thing nobody tells you about Canada. It isn't one country. It's a scrapbook of every latitude it ever passed through. Which brings us to the day all that stone very nearly got scoured off the face of it. The floods that carved a country. Roughly 13,000 years ago, as the last ice age loosened its grip, Canada held a bomb made of water. At the edge of the melting ice sheet, a lake formed. Not an ordinary lake. Lake Agassiz, in the middle of the continent, at its peak larger than all the modern Great Lakes combined. Larger than any lake on Earth today. A freshwater sea, held back not by rock, but by a crumbling wall of ice. Then the wall failed. Some of these outbursts released more water than every river on Earth combined is carrying right now. Walls of water and ice tearing across the land, at speeds that would outrun a car, ripping topsoil down to bedrock, gouging channels you can still trace from space. And these megafloods didn't just rearrange Canada. There's compelling evidence they changed the world. Dumping that much cold, fresh water into the North Atlantic all at once is thought to have shut down ocean currents and flipped the entire northern hemisphere back into a deep, cold snap. Chapter 6. The Scar. Where a continent was welded. The Canadian Shield is the ancient heart of the country. A vast dome of hard old rock covering half of Canada, scraped bare by the glaciers. It looks like the most boring landscape imaginable. Grey rock, black spruce, 10,000 lakes. It is one of the oldest exposed surfaces on Earth. Some of the rock in the shield is close to 4 billion years old, over three quarters of the age of the planet itself. And frozen inside it is a wound from one of the most violent events geology knows, the collision that built a continent. Around 1.8 billion years ago, two ancient landmasses slammed together, and an entire ocean between them was destroyed, its floor dragged down and swallowed into the depths of the earth. Geologists call this old collision zone the Trans-Hudson Origin. It's the crushed seam where the pieces of early North America were welded into one. And they can still see the seam. Deep seismic imaging, bouncing sound waves kilometers down into the crust, reveals the ghost of that vanished ocean floor, still tilted downward beneath the shield, frozen mid-plunge for nearly two billion years. An ancient subduction zone, preserved like an insect in amber, except the amber is a continent. This is the deep past. But move west, off the old shield toward the Rockies, and the earth is still moving, still hot, still very much alive. Chapter 7. The Hot Track Across British Columbia Here's something that sounds impossible. Canada has its own Hawaii. In the Pacific, the Hawaiian islands form a chain, each volcano built in turn as the plate drifts over a fixed hotspot in the mantle, a plume of superheated rock rising from deep in the earth. The plate moves, The plume stays put. A trail of volcanoes is left behind like a scorch mark under a moving sheet of paper. British Columbia has a scorch mark like that. It's called the Anahim Volcanic Belt. A line of old volcanic centres running west to east across the province, getting progressively younger as you go inland. The classic fingerprint of a plate sliding over a stationary plume in the mantle beneath Western Canada. You can't see the plume. It's hundreds of kilometres down. But you can read its handwriting on the surface, and at the young eastern end of that track, the ground is still restless. In the early 1940s, more than 40 felt earthquakes rattled that region. In 2007, a swarm of tiny quakes near Nazko marked magma shoving its way up into the crust. 25 kilometres down, the plume is still writing, and a plume under the crust does something else, beyond building volcanoes. It leaves the earth hot, abnormally hot, close to the surface. Which is a resource almost nobody in Canada talks about. Chapter 8. The Heat Nobody Uses Under parts of Western Canada, the rock a few kilometres down is hot enough to boil water. Not because of anything at the surface, because of the deep heat left by all that volcanic and tectonic history. You can feel hints of it where it leaks out. Hot springs steam along fault lines and volcanic flanks across British Columbia, the same underground plumbing that feeds the resort pools people soak in without a second thought Every one of those springs is the top of a hidden hydrothermal system, rainwater sinking kilometres down, getting superheated by rock that's still cooling from ancient magma, and rising back up loaded with dissolved minerals. Beneath the volcanoes, those systems get enormous, superheated water circulating through fractured rock, driving the chemistry that makes a volcano dangerous. And, handled differently, the chemistry that could heat a city. Because here's the strange gap Iceland, sitting on similar deep heat, runs most of its country on geothermal energy, heating homes, generating power from the warmth of the earth. Canada, sitting on the same kind of resource under British Columbia and the territories, has barely tapped it. The heat is down there, doing nothing, in a country that spends half the year cold. There is, in other words, an energy source under Western Canada large enough to matter, left almost entirely in the dark. Which is fitting, because the deepest place a Canadian has ever physically stood is also down there, and also barely explored. Chapter 9 The Hole With No Bottom Near Fernie, in the mountains of southeastern British Columbia, there's a crack in the ground you could walk past without noticing. A slot in the rock, easily lost among 150 other holes on the same remote plateau. A caver found it in 2012. It's called Bissaro Anima, and it is the deepest cave in Canada, the deepest anywhere in North America outside Mexico. Bissaro Anima has a confirmed depth of 683 meters, deeper than the height of two Eiffel Towers stacked. Getting to the bottom is a nightmare in slow motion. Cavers have to rappel nearly 30 vertical shafts, the longest of which drops 105 meters. The height of a 35-story office tower. The whole system is a maze of canyons, waterfalls, and squeezes hovering just above freezing, so far from daylight that explorers set up hammocks and sleep underground for a week at a time. And here's the thing, they still haven't found the bottom. Half a kilometre down, the dry passage ends at an underground lake, a flooded tunnel called Dieppe, filled with clear water just above freezing. In 2018, a caver named Kathleen Graham put on scuba gear and dropped into it alone to prove the cave was Canada's deepest. Her tank got damaged in the descent. She could only go so far before turning back. Below her, in the black water, the cave kept going, a tube leading deeper, still unexplored to this day. The team estimates the cave could exceed 1,000 metres deep in total. Nobody knows. A place inside your own country, on the map, With a name. And no one alive has seen the end of it. That's the truth this whole descent keeps circling back to. Chapter 10. The Country Underneath. Stand anywhere in Canada and run the stack in your head. Under your feet, forest and glacial rubble, laid down when the ice pulled back. Under that, the scoured floor of a lake that flooded a hemisphere. Under that, the flattened bed of an inland sea, packed with sea monsters. Under that, tropical reefs turned to oil, mountain ranges pressed to powder, and salt beds left where ancient oceans dried to nothing. Under that, Volcanoes fed by a plume the size of the deep earth. And under everything, near the very bottom, a scar almost two billion years old, where a lost ocean was swallowed whole and a continent was welded shut. The country on the map is the last thin page of a very long book. Most of it we've never read. There's a cave nobody has reached the end of. A plume nobody's mapped completely. A heat source nobody's using. A seam in the crust we can only see as a shadow on a seismic screen. The maps are finished, the country is not. Down here, it's just getting started.