A view looking north across the lake. If you continue walking north along the western side of the lake, you’ll reach Djúpavatn. Next summer, I plan to explore that lake.
My wife and I were busy building a storage shed at Brautarlækur during those days. We had poured the concrete foundations and started constructing the floor frame. The weather was calm, and we wanted to reward ourselves for our hard work with a fishing trip. My wife didn’t feel like traveling far, so we just headed to the nearest lake, Tangavatn.
There has been an unusual amount of calm weather in the upper reaches of Norðurárdalur this summer. We have certainly felt the effects of that; we’ve been bitten unpleasantly often by that nuisance of a newcomer, the biting midge. This evening was calm, as has been so common this summer. Tangavatn greeted us like a mirror. Every now and then, we saw rises on the surface, so there was definitely some fish on the move.
The two of us in front of our weekend project, ready for a fishing trip to Holtavörðuheiði.
There is little to tell of the fishing itself. There simply wasn't any. Guðrún did manage to land one 200-gram Arctic char, and every now and then she saw char the size of a pen chasing her lure. I, on the other hand, cast my fly for three and a half hours without a single bite.