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Day5: 12 August, Laitaure - Ritak, 10 km

Our neighbours leave early. We are lazy and take it easy. The day start with an easy time through the forest, mainly spruces and birches. At some places do the forest open up and we can see the steep eastern slope of Tjakkeli. Though it looks difficult to walk up there, is it said to be rather easy where the green strip is seen in the middle. We have a short discussion if we should do it, but our time is too limited for a longer excursion. After a few kilometers do one enter the national park, still without much of height difference. In front of us can we see Suobbattjåkkå (1177). After the bridge at Suobbatjåkkå, do the uphill start and the spruces become rare. The slope up to the bare mountain region is steep, a 250 meter height difference. Up to now has it been good weather, but when we start the uphill do the rain show up. Typical, uphill and rain is not a good combination. Wet from inside or outside. When we reach the end do the rain stop. So do we and take a long break, looking north do one have a wonderful scenery with Tjakkeli, the valley between us and it, and the mountains north of Rapadalen. The track continue along the slope down to the large artificial lake Tjaktjajaure, which is a large water reservior for a power station.  Today is it full of water, and it looks from our distance like a real lake. Though one can se a small strip of the dead shores. Around the lake are forests, and on the opposite side are the low mountains of Kabla. Rittak, the southwest end of the lake, is the natural original lake.

At a small brook in a region with birches, osier, and flowers is a shelter. My friend who was here fifteen years ago, say that the vegetation has grown a lot since then. Our neighbours from Laitaure have a late lunch, or is it early dinner, at the shelter. We chat a while before they leave, they are in a hurry to get to Kvikkjokk.We are not, we put up our tent in an opening in the forest hundred meters from the shelter. Close to the tent grow nordisk stormhatt (Wolf's bane) in a large amount. My name (Ulf) is an old word for wolf in swedish, and I hope that the name of the flower is not that seriously meant. But it will be if I try to eat the plant, it is very poisonous. The swedish name is better, "nordic stormhat". Anyway, I find the flower very beautiful. After dinner is it time for a stroll, the sky is clearing up, it seems to become a beautiful evening. We leave the small string of forest, and sit down on the rocks with Tjaktjajaure in front and beneath of us. Though it is artificial is it impressive. In the west can we see Tarrekaise at the horizon. Here we sit and sit, until the chilly night tells us that the warmth of the sleeping bags is waiting. A bumble-bee has got lost in our tent. In contrast to mosquitos, which we have not met many of, is the humble a friend of us. We help it to get out from the tent.

Through the forest

View north