Shit! It is raining. We have breakfast and wait, and hope for better weather. We spend an hour searching for a good place to ford the jåkk. On at least on side is it a few meters vertical wall, but it turns out that close to our tent is a place with reasonable slopes on both sides. At lunch is it mainly dry, the clouds have climbed up along the mountains. We abandon our plans to visit Pårte, instead do I decide to try Tjeura/Ruopsokvaratj. My friend prefer to rest in the tent. I follow the jåkk upstream, where the brook from Tjeura join do I follow this instead, I have left  the vegetation and is entering a stony area. Due to the rain is it very slippery. Suddenly do the clouds dive down on me,and it starts to rain again. I wait for a while, but the rain increase in intensity. So I give up, and return to the tent. On the way down do I almost trample on a grouse, it is lying almost invisible on the ground. The camouflage is perfect. When I'm back at the tent do we warm ourself with blueberry soup. It is getting dark early this evening, the thick clouds prevent the sunlight to reach us.