I hate to litter. I have lost my toothpaste!
I search for it all places I could think of where I have had it, at the
tent, beach, and all unthinkable places. I find it in our trash. Why have
I put it there? This is the coldest day so far, "only" ten degrees, it
is cloudy and a strong contrary wind. We choose to walk on the trail to
Staloluokta, a distance of 21 km. The trail pass a landscape rich in hills
and small lakes. Soon do we reach the huts at Tuoddar. After the huts are
two broad but shallow brooks to ford. There are terribles stories about
these places (told to us by a former host at the huts), why is difficult
to understand today. In the north is a landscape with many hills, in the
south is the massive of Kierkevare. The nightcap is still on. Since we
walk on a trail do we meet other hikers, e.g. a couple which is going for
fishing. At the lake Ieltijavrasj do we pass the highest point, about 900
meters above the sea level. My back do not feel well today, and after 10
kilometers does it give up. The rest is torture, and we have to make many
breaks. A 20 minute long shower pass by.
The bridge over Bållavrjåhkkå
looks new, a sign say that only one person at a time shoulde be on the
bridge at the same time. The bridge is placed where the brook fiercefully
run between rocks. After tre bridge do the trail enter osier and dwarfbirches.
We have a good view of the brooks and lakes in the north. On the hill before
Stalo do one have to sit and enjoy the view of Luoppal and Viriahuare.
The sun makes a visit and improves the view. We follow the trail into the
birch forest, where it split. We follow a trail that takes us to the shore
of Luoppal. We remember we walked here as well at our visit 1994/95. At
five can we install us in one of the VIP-rooms (nb 7), it costs 200 SEK
per person. The first thing we do is to walk to the "shoppen" and order
smoked char. We wash ourselves in the washing room, afterwards is it time
to fetch the fish. We prepare and it eat in the kitchen, where three ladies
discuss their many hiking trips, e.g. alone through Sarek. Tough ladies.
We not so tough men retreat to our VIP-room, and the ladies walk to their
tents. In the hut is electrical light, powered by car batteries and the
sun. What a luxury. In the other VIP-room was in 1994 a beautiful oil lamp.
I look into the room, but the lamp is gone and replaced with an electrical
lamp. The mobile has no contact.