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.