It is only me who is alert in the
morning. Half past six do I sit alone in the kitchen and is eating
breakfast. Gradually do more people wake up. It is good weather for an
helicopter flight, almost no wind and the clouds are high up. The
helicopter is late, while waiting do we chat with two norwegians. We
test their binocular with autofocus, it is very practically. Finally
can we hear the sound of an helicopter. In total are we five
passengers. We fly close to Gierggevárre, the pilot explain that
they must avoid the trail else will people complain about the noise.
The lake Festajávrre arrive and disappear, we pass Tarraluoppal,
and further into what I believe is the valley with the lake Buojdes. We
end up in Tjuoldavágge. It is a fascinating flight. Upper
Tjuoldavágge is dominated by birchforest, which gradually is
replaced with coniferous forestas we proceed. Many animals are said to
live in the valley, the pilot point out an elk. Eveybody lean to the
side he points to. I would really like to visit the valley. It is
difficult to identify the hills, but the stone mounds must be
Tjårok and Ruovddevárre? Änok is a fantastic view,
with meandering river and wetland. We get an impressive view of
Kvikkjokk before we land at the helicopter port a few kilometers
outside the village. There are two hangars and an office, where we pay
for the trip: 750SEK per person.
To Kvikkjokk do one have to walk on the road for a few kilometers. In
front of us are the norwegians who will wait for the bus to Jokkmokk in
the cafeteria, which is in what we call "the old shop". There was many
years ago a rather well equipped shop, now there is a small shop, a
naturum, and a restaurant. We continue, pass by the church, and further
to the mountain station nearby the fierce Gamajåhkå. After
a shower do we have something to eat in "Utkiken". Utkiken is a room in
the mountain station where food is served, together with a nice view of
Gamajåhkå and the distant Bårdde. On the wall is a
photograph of an aircraft, a british bomber from the second worldwar.
It crashed on the fjäll Tsahtsa. It was found many years
afterwards by some hikers. Three in the crew was killed in the crash.
On my own do I give a visit to the beautiful church, built about 1900.
I continue to the house that once was the vicarage, which is not as
well maintained as the church. In a house nearby is an artgallery, that
I unfortunately do not visit. Instead do I look for the traces of the
silver mining that took place in the 17th century at
Silbbatjåhkkå. It was transported and then worked upon
here. The main parts of the remnants are on the other side of
Gamajåhkå, which I can not reach.