I went up to Heiðarvatn three times this year. First, on July 1st, and my mother-in-law, Sigurbjörg, was along for the ride. She had not been up to the lake in thirty years. When we were well on our way up to the lake, a fox appeared in front of the car and stared at us in wonder for a moment before running on its way. Sigurbjörg remarked that this sight reminded her of my father-in-law, Halli, who in his time in the valley had shot many a fox. Halli passed away on our wedding day this spring.
Usually, we have picked berries and visited Heiðarvatn on the same weekend. Most often around mid-August. This time, we went up to the lake with the little kids on July 23rd, and they played by the water. I stayed behind, intending to haul in fish. That didn’t quite happen, but I did get one trout that was two pounds. My wife, who has seen many a fish from Heiðarvatn, remarked that this trout was different from those caught before. Could it be from a release?
The third trip was taken when winter was beginning to settle in on October 4th. This time, I was armed with a camera instead of a fishing rod. The purpose of the trip was to take pictures of the surrounding mountains in their autumn colors.
