Go to the toilet as usual at six o'clock. At breakfast I talk with a
man who has got a strain in the calf, and can not continue his hike. He
looks familiar and he recognizes me, but from where? During the walk,
he has strengthened himself by picking and eating bilberry. I wonder
how they look, have never seen them. "What!?? Grows everywhere out
here, light blue color, brighter than blueberries, less tasteful". I
feel stupid. Then it is bilberry I have eaten all the time, I thought
it was blueberries. The girls were right yesterday, they ate
blueberries. How stupid and ignorant I am. Poor memory. I blame my
memory, I picked blueberries so much in my childhood forests. Has never
bothered to look up and see what bilberry looks like. The man will fly
with Fisklyg to Ritsem today.
I'm domesticated, warm water to the washing-up, fetch new water, and as
well as water to wash room. It is threatened with storm today, the sky
is covered and it rains lightly. I believe that A arrive today and go
to Isak in the shop to order two smoked fishes. I think his name is
Isak. Its is another one that opens, I'll have to wait inside for
Isaac. The dog barks, seems afraid of me. "Edvin Nilsson is still
alive" "Pirak funeral filled the church" two persons who has depicted
the mountains , Edvin Nilsson's book "Sarek" inspired me to start
hiking, Pirak I have met and have a painting of him. The man is from
Jokkmokk, and says that Jokkmokk has two churches. The new from 1890
and the old from the 1970s. There was an old from the 1700's but it
burned, and they built it up again in the same style, therefore, is the
old newer then the new. I wonder what to do in Jokkmokk. "Same as here,
look out through the window". Hm. Isak arrive, the dog is happy, I
order the fish, to be collected at six o'clock.
I eat my lunch in the dining room. Study on the sly the company of
three. They must have a good stock of food and beverages with them.
Wine, jam, cakes, is not normal mountain food. They amuse themselves by
playing card. I look down at my dreary powder soup and crispbread. The
man with the injured calf remember where we have met, on the boat to
Padjelantaleden. Of course. Then he must have gone past A.
The storm seems not to come. It does not blow, there are no stormlike
clouds any longer. I make an effort to walk to Kieddaure, but end up in
the rugged terrain in a valley. The path that I tried to follow is
dissolved. It starts to rain again. This is a true splash day. Goes up
on a hill, overlooking the lake. Grey. Make a visit to the church hut.
Through the church window looks the world a bit more colorful today.
Visit the woman in the grey house and buy glow cakes
("glödkakor"). Asking her if she knows something about where one
can find Raggfingerört. "There should be a rare flower in
Virihaure western shore, my son runs many there.". I get the name of a
man who arranges trips there, so he should know. Rain, sun, wind
intermixed. The Norwegian safeguarded weather forecast becomes true.
A Norwegian elderly woman has wandered from Sulitelma, with new boots.
Now she has problems with her feet, so she has to break. Staloluokta is
a breaking point with its helicopter services. A Fiskflyg helicopter
approach from the Kvikkjokk direction, sweeping across the lake, circle
around, but embarks without landing. There are many speculations on
why? Will the man with the bad calf and the Same woman who manages
Fiskflyg reservations at Staluluokta be able to leave today ? A moment
later, anotherFiskflyg machine approach, this time the from Ritsem
direction. It lands at the house of the Same woman. We are all gazing,
looks like all will leave with it. Today's big topic of discussion.
A arrive half past two in the rain. He thought: "U could have taken the
helicopter here and been here, and here he is. He has thought himself".
A get the amorous room for himself. Now the sun shine in one window, it
rains in another, a rainbow is in a third. A is hungry, my stock of
"glödkakor" is too small. We go and buy more of them. Then we
fetch the fish and eat. We have a good friend K who is walking the
Padjelanta trail from Ritsem to Kvikkjokk. He should show up any day.
We take an evening walk to the tent site, perhaps he is there? Empty.