Wake up! Wake up! Are you awake? What time is it? Midnight. What is
it? It is already tomorrow that our plane leave Gällivare! No, no,
it is the day after tomorrow, you must have had a dream. Let us look at
the ticket in the daylight. The raindrops keep falling on our tent, which
it is also do when we later wake up in daylight. The tickets say that our
plane leave the day after tomorrow. We have plenty of time, and can relax
and wait for the rain to give up. Which it does at ten thirty, and we walk
away from our hill, through the small stripe of birches and osier to the
trail. Here on notice even more that the automn is approaching, the ground
is changing into all sorts of colours. Ahkka has put on an apron of clouds.
At the hill (564), after a kilometer of walking, do we leave Tsågahavrre
behind us, and instead do the view change to Vuojatädno, and its entrance
into the lake Guvtjavrre. One more kilometer and we pass the summer same
village at Guvtjavrre, nicely placed at the lake with Gasskatjåhkkå
(1130) on the other side. Here one can get lodging and boat transport over
the lake. After that do one walk up on a birch covered ridge, with a steep
slope down to a brook. After the ridge is the trail continuing on an open
plateau to the Kisuris cabin. At the entrance to the cabin is a tent hanging,
it seems to have had some repairs. There is nobody around, and we continue.
We are now in a sparse birch forest, Gisuris is showing its dark west side
towards us. After a kilometer do one reach the bridge over Sjpietjavjåhkå,
down to the river is a short steep slope. Between Sjpietjavjåhkå
and Sjnjuvtjudisjåhkå is the three national park corner of
Sarek, Padjelanta, and Stora Sjöfallet. Three large signs, one for
each park, give information about the parks. Halfway on the bridge over
Sjnjuvtjudisjåhkå do some sullen men enter the bridge from
the other side. Rather irritating, since it is a narrow bridge, but we
manage to meet.
Our lunch is enjoyed among the birches at the shore of the river. When
we have had satisfied our hunger, do we walk up the steep slope and reach
a terrace with a far reaching view towards north. Ahkkajavrre and Vuojatädno
are visible, before we enter into a parklike sparce birch forest. The track
goes up and down, interrupted by a few automn coloured marshes which are
crossed on planks. Many years agao (1970s) were many trees killed by an
insect, the white and black dead trunks are standing as gravestones as
a memory. At a break are we passed by two young men at high speed. We feel
old. When they take a break, do we pass them and increase our speed to
keep them behind. We feel young. We vaguely remember that at the bridge
over the brook from Sjnjuvtjudis is a tenting site with a fireplace. Should
be a good place to spend the night. But when we arrive there is it already
occupied by a large dog and its humans. We greet with the compulsary Hej
Hej. At the next small bridge, over the brook from the glacier of Ahkka,
are we out of the forest and we find a tenting site, of course with traces
of other visitors.The western peaks of Ahkka (1734) and the nameless glacier
keeps an eye on us. The valley between Ahkka and the hill Sjnjuvtjudis
(979) give birth to low flying clouds that dissolve before reaching
us. The sound of Vuojatädno can be heared, showing its presence without
beeing seen. For the first time do I (to my knowledge) litter in the mountains,
I drop my tooth brush in the brook. It rapidly sail away and disappear.
I'm punished by an army of biting flies that attack me. I clean my teeths
with what remains of the Remy Martin. I'm tired after the competition with
the young men. I feel old. You shall not compete.
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