Everything is wrapped in fog and all things turn quickly wet when taken
out of the tent.
A fog arch forms over the path, mountains appear and disappear. I climb
out of the fog into a broad valley with wind. Easy walking there. The trail
crosses a small piece of Sweden. A wide river to wade but it’s not difficult.
The path goes up into a rocky world with patches of snow, hot stones and
vigilant mosquitoes. Except for the water between the rocks everything is still
and quiet. Towards Isdalen the snowfields are more vertical and in the valley
there’s a wide river to wade. I meet another hiker by the river and she looks disapprovingly
at my trail runners. Obviously it is very barbarian to use the same footwear as
well on dry land as in the water.
Isdalen has streams, a waterfall, mountains on two sides and a wide green
expanse in the middle.
Lunch break at Rostahytta. It would be nice to stay here but I have
planned to reach Dærtahytta today. Rocks and ascent ahead, I’m not looking
forward to it.
A lot of streams. A herd of reindeer. Annoying flies. Field of rocks,
snow, water. I’m very tired already but there’s no place to pitch a tent even
if I wanted to. Just have to continue forward and up. Finally a steep descent
and crossing the same river multiple times before the hut.
A friendly Danish couple already lives in the hut but I can get my own
room. They of course have done more wisely and walked the distance in two days.
My walk today was about 37 km, way too long.
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