The surnames around Brautarlæk

Brautlækur is a small town, currently on almost two acres of landscapes in the country of Krók in the framing valley of Norðurárdalsur in Borgarfjörður. Instead, I first met 1986 in the fall when the wife pulled me down to go to the All at Hreimsstaðir.

As the years have passed, the tap has become stronger. A little bit, I've learned better about the natural environment, and also the story through countless accounts of my associate's life struggle in the last century. At this place are the roots of my wife. At Krók, she grew mostly or until her parents stopped farming. Here is the life-time work of her father and mother, her grandfather and grandmother, and the valley preserves the story of distant ancestors. My daughters two have had immense pleasure from the moment the family has stayed there far away from the city's city life. I think that as my arrest increases, the relationship with the place increases. Perhaps because you think a person has become part of the local history and the place has become part of a man himself.
The photo is taken from Fiskivatnsborg, which is located on Grjótháls. Grjótháls separates Norðurárdalur and Þverárhlíð to.
Otherwise, this article should not only focus on life on the spot, but also the names from northwest to north. It is unfortunate that when guests have a courtyard, just like Lási's chef when asked about Esjuna, he said little about the mountains, but they had been there for quite some time. That would be a bad deal. Looking towards the northwest, the mountain Baula is the most prominent. It's a strange 936,6 m high lbarith mountain. In 1993, I walked on a mountain with my Gudrun wife. In memory, it was like walking up endless stairs, as the mountain was very big. The suite was bowed by us, but the reward of the labor was abundant when it was over. The view is breathtaking. It is best to walk on the mountain that separates me from the shoulder between Mælifell and Baulu. We walked up the hillside a little west and probably made it harder for us because the rock at the top of the mountain was vacant and dropped our feet in each step. First, Baulu was in 1851, but it was Halldor Bjarnason, the chief executive of the Little Grave. If it's true, then it's remarkable how late Baulu was, but probably people have not been running on the mountains before, unless it is necessary.

The mountain next to Baulu and north of it is 777 m high and is called Mælifell. One of the twelve mountains in Iceland that bear it name. It is not unlikely that the Mælifell has its name because it was a traveler's reference, which had previously been the route to Dalina or the Westfjords. The national route lay just along the Mælifell mountain road, which is beyond the Mælifell road, which is seen in this picture. When the Mælifell drops, the Baulusand takes and Little Baula, which is 839 meters high and Shielding table.

The river down the valley is the splendid salmon fishing river, Norðurá. To the south is the town of Háreksstaðir and the rocky hill down by the river east of the picture called Beinhóll. Under the Beinhole a good salmon fishing was a long time. North of the river is seen at the end of Hvammsmúlan. Hvammsmúlinn ends with a breeze that Litlaá has buried. Beyond the canyon you can see the shape of a creek. My father-in-law told me that along this creek there was a trail called Langa Street because the trail was picked up in the so-called Fellaflói, but he was hardened before. It is unbelievable what people were doing for the haystack. Otherwise, it can also be considered whether the name of the valley, such as Baulan, Mælifell and Little Baula, is an indication that even all the way there has been sought. Sátudalur is called the valley and there is Dýrasta river in its source.
This photo continues a vision from Fiskivatnsborgur. Here you are looking north.

In the middle of the picture above is Sanddalur. After him Sanddalsá flows. Almost in Sanddal, Mjóidalur goes to Sanddalur. If you enter Mjóadal, you end up with Illagil. If you were getting caught up in Illagil and on to the mountains, you ended up at Grafartinda. Probably, it is Grasnindar that is directly visible from Hvammsmúlan, which is west of the valley. Directly above the bottom of the valley is Sandur and look thence to the northeast at the Trumpeter church 1001 meter high. The south of the Troll church is then the Snowy Mountains.

The story says that after and after the settlement, trolls gathered at the church of Troll to recruit their advice as a result of ever-increasing hostility to living in the country. About a thunderstorm then drove when the countrymen picked up Christian faith. When a church was built in Hrútafjörður, a troll worker decided to settle in the vicinity of the church of Troll and cast a stone upon it when the church was first messed up. Her goal was not done because the rock hit a horse farm and killed four horses. After this, the girl decided to move home and move north to Strandir where there was more privacy. There have been no reports of trolls at Troll church since.

I did not feel like living in the front door when I first came here. Nörtur northbound nest marrow and bones as she descends down the sand valley. Man does not wonder that the front door was once provided. Norðurárdalur next cold forehead.
Una no virgin there,
all are empty guys.

It is now that farming has settled on the top farms in Norðurárdalur, but it was not about the turn of the century that the 1700 Albanian were said.

The womb builds wonderful people
with holy faith.
I'm going to Galtarhöfða now.
There's a small tan tuna.

Inside the valley says, see
her Sanddalstungu.
On the gestures the garments sang.
Glazed people in Sveinatungu.

Mörkrókó einn and Háreksstaðir
here can be found.
At Hólar he makes Halldór work,
His wife is Margrét.

The west side of Sanddalinn and Hvammsmúlan are the Hvammur church and the eastern side of the valley, and Sveinatungumúlla is the landmark of Sveinatunga. The town Hvammur was moved where he stands today after a snowmobile fell on the town in 1808 and the son of the priesthood went on. Sveinatunga is the oldest stone house in a country in Iceland. There are no town houses left in Sanddal, but there were previously three towns. Galtarhöfði west of Sanddalsá, Geststaðir east of the river and Sanddalstunga at the bottom of the valley. There are now some summer cottages in the valley.

To the south of Norðurá are the towns of Krókur, Háreksstaðir and Hóll. There is no longer a farm at Krók and Háreksstaðir, but farming is still on Hóli. Within the area of ​​Krók you can find the ruins of Blesastaða, which was the town of Þorbjörn Blesa. Stories say that his son, Gisli, had a farm at Háumelir and Gíslavatn was taught him.

When I first came to Brackets for 28 years ago, I wanted to try to put down some trees. Still had little faith in the fact that such a thing yielded some results, as soon as it turned out that the trees should have a hope of hope. No one flies close to a few, but a few knuckles knock down the wreck of the Brain. I responded to this request with my associate and permission for planting was easy. He did not give me much hope for rapid and safe growth. He knew from experience that the land is difficult for cultivation. He still had a story to say.

At the northern end of the house at Krók there were some handsome tree trees, and on the roadside after crossing the bridge on the northern tip of the island was lonely birch trumpet. The trees behind the house had not always grown there, but they were sheltered there when the road south of the north was laid. My relatives had planted a tree on a cliff that crosses the North River just below the town in Krók. When the road was laid, the roadmap had to pick up materials in the way of the trees. Some trees were rescued and they lay down behind the town hall. A few trees were then laid down at the farm Hraunsnef down in the valley. The birkihríslan in the road is the only tree that took the road.

On a good weather day in August 2009 at Illagil. There in here is probably not easy when there is some water in the river.

The birch tree two hanged in the road from the road along the coast was laid.

The old man had experience of planting here in the front door and knew she could walk. Otherwise, he pointed to me, but there was a birch in Hvammsmúlan. He would mean that the slopes south of Norðurá have been wooded just like the slopes north of the river. The explanation for why only trees were in Hvammsmúluna, he thought was that the churchyard had a wide right of haystack and could save logging in their own country. For example, Reykholt church had the right to mash in Sanddal, but it was known that he was wooded. He also reminded me of examining the cuttings that the Brainers have dug. The cuttings are very deep in sections, and the most beautiful wooden bolts can be found on top of it. So there was a good reason to let the forestry try.

The fifth of the picture is the cliff that had been planted on trees, but the road workers would probably scrap the soil from the trees.

It is pleasing to say that in recent years, the current owner of the Earth, Krókur, has practiced forestry on the planet and put down tens of thousands of trees. The result will be more visible with each summer. Sveinatunga farm owners have also been working on forestry that has clearly been successful. With our little cabin at Brautarbær, the trees have grown slowly and slowly, and now the trees have begun to form shelter for the cold north. Who knows if you are surrounded by a wood in the old town here we spit the Holtavörður heath?
There is not always a cold north in the Norðurárdalur valley. Often here is a good weather:

At Brackaray on a bright night
excite a straw in the wind.
Silent is a brook, everything is cold,
here is your life and pleasure.

It is certainly summer day in the valley. The vegetation grows slowly and slowly.