Tragedy in a single cliff
Me and my wife along with our daughter were staying in our country cabin early this spring. This was our first stay in the summer cabin this year. Our daughter agreed to come with us even though she had a lot of homework. It´s always like this when the end of the school year is near. Our daughter agreed that she would come but only if she would get peace to attend to her studies. The parents promised to behave.
The attention of the teenager, however, meant that the school books were forgotten at the outskirts of Reykjavik. She remembered that one of the weekend's activities was to write a review in Icelandic. For this, no school books, only a sheet of paper, a pen and a good idea. The idea of a story did not get so smooth, so Gudrun asked her daughter if she had heard of the tragedy at Einstakaklett. Perhaps she could use something from the narrative that sparked the story.
The incident took place when our daughter´s great-granfather Brynjólfur Bjarnason, was a farmer in Krókur in Norðurárdalur. This happened probably shortly after Brynjólfur and his wife Arndís started farming there in the year XNUMX. The weather was as good as it gets in this country. The sun baked the household as they where working hard mowing the grass. New technology had not yet found its way up to the valley so they mowed the grass the old way with a scythe. Since it was a hot day the workers must have been pouring sweat.
The uniqueness is in the middle of the river. Around him there is a deep shed that is tempting to spring out when the weather is hot. Especially there is a rock in the middle of the north below the town of Krók. At the rock there are big and lying covers that could be tempted on hot summer days. On the day of work, a worker who was on the farm was going to shrink down and rinse off said. Brynjólfur warns him by the river, although it is tempting to bathe in the shelf below Einstakaklett, it is astonishing because the river is a glacial cold. He suggests the worker to bathe only because water is standing and not at all as the rocks shade over the sheath.
The worker did not return and the household started to search for him. They found him dead in the river. Although no one witnessed the incident evidence suggested that he had jumped from the cliff into the abyss and his body simply failed to tolerate the change in heat when the cold water encircled him. This incident rested heavily on Brynjólfur, and his steps have undoubtedly been a heavy when he walked down to the river to drag the lifeless body out of the river. He dragged the body out of the river by a place called Þrælavað (Slavers Wade) beneath the abyss by Single Rock. There the river is shallow.