Clouds cover the sky and the mountain peaks. But we can
see the mountain pass in Kaskavagge between Skaitetjåkkå and
Unna Stuollo. Good enough. We ford the jåkk from Jeknajaure close
to the lake, the water is cold, but it is easy to cross. On the other side
is it even more stony. We continue up the slope towards Kaskavagge.
A snowfield starts early, which makes it easier to walk, else is
it only stones. No vegetation. All of Jeknavagge is now visible behind
us, the clouds hurry along the mountain sides. The lake is also today grey.
The view is nice. The height difference to the highest point is only
200 meters. The snow field continues all the way to the highest point.
Here there is no snow, but instead is it packed with stones
which make it rathet easy to walk here.
At the highest point is Tielma on the other side of Sarvesvagge
seen. After the highest point is another large snowfield.
The white snow, the green Tielma, and the grey clouds, creates a
fascinating scenery. (I have been told that in 2003 was this snow field
not there, a consequence of the warmer climate?)
All the way to where Kaskavagge meet Kaskasvagge, which join from the
left, can we walk on the snow. The jåkk in Kaskavagge
is hidden under the snow, we can hear the sound of it. The sharply V-shaped
valley down to Sarvesvagge is partly difficult. Better not to fall, at
some places is there not much that prevents one from falling tens of meters
down into the jåkk. It feels like that when looking down. The joining
brook before Lulep Stuollo have cut deep into the rock, and the snowbridge
across do not look very reliable. The bridge is only one meter thick, and
a few meters wide. The brook three meter beneath is full with water. We
hesitate for a moment, can not see any other easy way to cross. We pass
without mishappenings. It is rather tiring and slow to walk on the steep
slope. It is late afternoon when we reach the birch forest in Sarvesvagge.Along
Sarvesjåkkå are many good places for a tent. We are hungry
and tired, and hurry to make ourselves at home. An elk look suspicious
at us, swims across Sarvesjåkkå and disappears on the other
side. The jåkk sings cradle songs.
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