The
night is full of sounds. The waves lap, birds land and start on the water,
talking with each other. There is some quarrel on the opposite side of
the lake. At half past ten are we again on the track. We leave the lake
which is equally grey as the sky. To start with is it slight uphill through
the virgin forest, though not as virgin as the earlier. Humans have used
it for centures. We are surrounded of birches, pillar spruces, and a few
pines. A lone tent is placed in the forest, there is nobody visible. Perhaps
the danish couple from yesterday. It is not a perfect place to stay, there
is no water around. After a few kilometers are we where the track to Pårek
begin, at an open mire. Here one have a view of the mountains (Pårte)
behind the trees.The mountains look distant and tempting. The track is
now wide, since many make a day tour to here from Kvikkjokk. After the
open mire do one pass a masterpiece of art, the roots of a tree is decorating
the track. We say hello to two germans, as we learn later, dressed in mosquito
nets. We can not resist to tell them that there are no mosquitos around
This is true, there are zero, so the nets are useless. We take a break
in an opening, around us are trees dressed in lichens, indicating clean
air. A bird land in front of, a Lavskrika (Siberian Jay). A bird that like
the company of humans. We give it some biscuits, which it fly away with
and immediately return to get more. Probably does it store for the winter,
we doubt that it will find it when the winter come. Anyway, it eat the
last pieces. It happily pose for photos. The moqsuito men pass by, saying
hallo, and now without the net. They must have realised that mosquitos
are not out this day
From
now it is downhill through a dense forest, partly rather steep. The last
part is through a strip of trees that remain after that the forest was
cut down ten years ago. The strip that was left, has become smaller because
of the storm a few years later. It does not look nice, now have one at
least removed the fallen trees from the track. The last part is on gravel
road, passing a parking lot before the former fell station. It is placed
with a view of the rapids in the river Kamajåkkå and the mountains
at the horizon. Former, since it is now a youth hostel. It is one hour
until it open at three thirty. This hour we spend at the rapids, where
a woman sit on the rocks reading a book. We meet the two germans again,
now they try get some fish in the river. When here was a fell station did
it have a very good restaurant, which now is closed down. Perhaps it is
a good idea to catch ones own dinner. We get our room, take a shower, and
stroll around in the village. The shop was closed last year, but the church
is still there. At the church we meet one of the germans again, he is policeman.
In the early evening can one get food in the annex "Utkiken". We take pyttipanna,
diced meat fried with onion and potatoes, and a rather bad wine.
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