It starts with a sad story. Because on the day I wrote the full summary which was quite a long one. However when I wanted to select copy at post it. I selected paste. And thus my whole story was gone.
So here is take two:
The thunder and most of the rain missed us. So it turned out to be a fine night. We got up and packed everything as usual. However, today would be Donald’s last day. Very sad to lose my compagnon, but glad that we made it in time to Kvikkjokk. Or at least we still had to walk 20+ km, but we could do that. First 10km to the last hut and then 14km to Kvikkjokk. The route would be through the forest for nearly all. Which means no grand views and a lot of roots and rocks to step over.
According to an American family, we were ‘close to the next hut’. Surely not because it took another hour and a half and to me that is not close. We got there in the end. Had a break and on we went. The Kungsleden book told us the trail would be similar, with the most rocks along the lake.
We arrived at the lake and so did the rain. Yep, actual rain that required full gear and put a break out of our thoughts. Although it was getting close to lunch. The wet rocks proved to be extra challenging. But nothing we cannot do (in terms of hiking). After a very intensive 2km I needed a break! Weathergods provided a dry period and underneath the trees, it wasn’t so bad. More mashed potatoes as lunch. Nomnomnom.
Only 10 km left to the finish/resupply town. The rain started again after lunch. But that’s alright. We would be dry soon. I was a little bit in doubt if I wanted to pay for a bed or camp for free. I would decide in the moment. Oeh so spontaneous of me.
After a last break, we got to Kvikkjokk. Wanted to take a finishing photo together, but of course forgot.
At the Fjällstuga we discovered that there were only beds available for men. So Donald got a bed, making sure that everything was dry and I saved money by staying in my tent. Plus now I have a full 2 person tent to myself. What a castle! And because Donald stayed in de Stuga he could put my wet stuff in the dry room (did laundry underneath the shower) and charge my power bank through the night.
We were oblivious to the fact that we should have reserved dinner. By the time we figured it out, there was no more space. Instead, we got fresh lasagna out of the shop that they re-heated for us. Still really good! Could be maybe a bit more. The lasagna was of course paired with a glass of milk!
The beer that I won by betting with Donald that the shops in the Stuga would sell noodles came after dinner! Together with some card games, it resulted in a perfect last night.
Zilla-in-the-wild 