I lie in the darkness and listen to the rain that hammer on the tent, the rain gain extra strength from the strong wind. The tent shake when the wind is breathing. This goes on for all night, in the the morning do the wind calm down, but the rain is stubborn. When looking out from the tent can one see the clouds playing far down on the slopes, Luvddo in the west is barely visible in the haze. When I fetch water for the breakfast, do I notice that our small brook has grown up to a fierce stream. I am exaggerating somehwat, but compared with yesterday is it a giant. We have breakfast. It still rains. We take a nap. It still rains. We read. It still rains. We take a nap. It still rains. We have lunch. It still rains. At two o'clock do we give up.and break our rule of not starting in rain, and put our things together and leave. It still rains. Our brook is now a roaring lion, and not the purring cat as it was when we came here yesterday. The clouds open for a short moment to let us see the mountain slopes, and then it close again. The brook Gasska Låvdakruvtásj spread out into several arms, of which one is fierce and deep. When passing here 1990 was it a friendly murmuring brook. Not so today. We do not feel for undressing in the rain, so we choose to tie a string around the rain trouseres and the boots, tight enogh to make it waterproof. Then we can struggle over Låvdakruvtasj where it join Guohperjåhkå.

Guohperjåhkå change name to Låvdakjåhkå, further downstream does it change name once more to Låddejåhkå, before it enter Vastenjavrre. Long before then have we abondened its company. Here where it change name to Låvdakjåhkå does it gracefully meander in the valley. We walk at the border of the marshes around the river, and we do unfortunately not see much of its grace. It still rains. The ground is wet, but else is it good to walk on. Due to the rain, is the camera protected in the rucksak, and not many photos are taken. We leave Låvdakjåhkå and the alpine Guohpervagge, and enter the flatter highland of Padjelanta. When we pass Låvdakjavrasj do the rain calm down, and Luvddo do now and then appear in front of us. Our hope is to find a tenting site at one of these lakes, but the ground is stony, covered with dwarf birches, and not flat enough for our taste. After the rain, there is still something in the air, are the stones slippery, and my friend get an unexpected closer look of the ground. We continue north, on a heath with Yellow saxifrage. We pass some tiny lakes, and walk into what look likes an ancient river bed. On the other side are two small lakes, without streaming water and tenting site. We walk up the slope at Skuollavaldda, and the we can see the lake Njierekjavrre, with Njierek (976) hidden in clouds behind it. Fog comes rolling in from the west, and block the view of the lake as well. The darkness start to descend and we give up for today at a brook, that further downstream make a halt in a small pond, before continuing to the lake. We hurry to wash and eat before it is too dark. We even get some time to relax and  read our books. The clouds keep rolling in.