Day 54 gröna bandet 1067.99 ☁️
Pos N 66 57 144 E 17 43 111
Loc Kvikkjokk Fjällstation
Acc Matratzenlager
Dis 28.68
Sta 08.45
End 18.45
Tim 10.00
Boat Transfer
Dis 03.75
Sta 19.00
End 19.30
Loc Kvikkjokk Fjällstation
Acc Matratzenlager
Dis 28.68
Sta 08.45
End 18.45
Tim 10.00
Boat Transfer
Dis 03.75
Sta 19.00
End 19.30
Dienstag, 28. August
Day 53 gröna bandet 1039.31 🌧☁️ 5-13 W 2-3 m/
Day 53 gröna bandet 1039.31 🌧☁️ 5-13 W 2-3 m/
Pos N 66 45 291 E 17 24 886
Loc Camp i fjällen / skogen 560m
Acc Soulo
Dis 17.78
Sta 12.00
End 19.20
Tim 07.20
People on the trail - Helen
I woke up in the clouds. A misty morning. Tent all wet! Took my time to separate inner from outer tent to keep it dry and started late. Visibility low. I came down from the fjell heading for Piteälven. Just above the tree line two Swedish women going the opposite direction enjoyed the view across the land and the lakes. It was a magic spot indeed, clouds lifting, creating a meditative atmosphere.
Helen, the older one, talked to me in German, had spent years in Germany. Later we switched to English, her company didn’t speak German.
Helen, younger than me, but at an age when you care about the fundamentals, the essentials of life, had a talent to bridge the distance of strangers with the warm compassion of close companions. Talking about ‘lap* sjuka’, the feeling of loneliness and homesickness, she simply asked: ‘How many hugs did you have during the last days?’ ‘None’, I said, ‘someone understands a lonely hikers’ soul.’ We shared a hug and the world felt different that day!
Helen, you made my day!
* The people refered to call themselves Sami, so all words containing lap like ‘lapland’ etc. might not be considered politically correct, but seem to be difficult to change.
Fifty ways to ... stumble, slip and fall ...
It’s indeed fairly easy to loose balance while hiking, a heavy backpack can be difficult to control. Beware of heel hooks and toe loops, there are roots and rocks to stumble over, muddy slopes, or slippery planks, all kinds of obstacles... but this fall was very special and unique!
I had given my camera to Helen to take a photo. Thinking she was a bit close I took a single step back. That was a minor mistake, because the level of ground was a little lower. So, to regain balance - the backpack still on my back - I stepped back with the other foot. That was a major mistake - no ground. I fell right backwards on my backpack. Rather soft and cushioned feeling, I thought, completed the roll back and ended up lying on my side missing the rocks on both sides. Okay. No helicopter! Got away with it! Nothing hurt! 'Did you take the picture? No? Sorry, but I won’t do this stunt another time!'
Loc Camp i fjällen / skogen 560m
Acc Soulo
Dis 17.78
Sta 12.00
End 19.20
Tim 07.20
People on the trail - Helen
I woke up in the clouds. A misty morning. Tent all wet! Took my time to separate inner from outer tent to keep it dry and started late. Visibility low. I came down from the fjell heading for Piteälven. Just above the tree line two Swedish women going the opposite direction enjoyed the view across the land and the lakes. It was a magic spot indeed, clouds lifting, creating a meditative atmosphere.
Helen, the older one, talked to me in German, had spent years in Germany. Later we switched to English, her company didn’t speak German.
Helen, younger than me, but at an age when you care about the fundamentals, the essentials of life, had a talent to bridge the distance of strangers with the warm compassion of close companions. Talking about ‘lap* sjuka’, the feeling of loneliness and homesickness, she simply asked: ‘How many hugs did you have during the last days?’ ‘None’, I said, ‘someone understands a lonely hikers’ soul.’ We shared a hug and the world felt different that day!
Helen, you made my day!
* The people refered to call themselves Sami, so all words containing lap like ‘lapland’ etc. might not be considered politically correct, but seem to be difficult to change.
Fifty ways to ... stumble, slip and fall ...
It’s indeed fairly easy to loose balance while hiking, a heavy backpack can be difficult to control. Beware of heel hooks and toe loops, there are roots and rocks to stumble over, muddy slopes, or slippery planks, all kinds of obstacles... but this fall was very special and unique!
I had given my camera to Helen to take a photo. Thinking she was a bit close I took a single step back. That was a minor mistake, because the level of ground was a little lower. So, to regain balance - the backpack still on my back - I stepped back with the other foot. That was a major mistake - no ground. I fell right backwards on my backpack. Rather soft and cushioned feeling, I thought, completed the roll back and ended up lying on my side missing the rocks on both sides. Okay. No helicopter! Got away with it! Nothing hurt! 'Did you take the picture? No? Sorry, but I won’t do this stunt another time!'
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