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.
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.