Our continued path
On Saturday morning, leaving Diana and I have our camp and went in the direction NNW down to a rösning at Padjelanta limit. When we passed a piece I turned and looked back. One of our rösningar seemed far away up to the horizon. We looked for others as well, preferably ones we have not found, but no more could be discovered.
Rösning VS15-09-R at close range.
In the vicinity of the national park boundary, we encountered a troubled skua. This is an adult (old) bird. Nearby somewhere there might a young lab.
Map of the last rösningarna on the road to Alkavare chapel. They are yellow and orange, I consider that not as old or as reliable as the red.
Rösningarna PA15-02-R and PA15-03-R were new findings this year.Here a photo of PA15-03-R stands very close to the reindeer fence where it crosses the stream that distinguishes boundary between national parks. We slipped through handy when the red rods.
A botanists impression of Sarek
Andersson came in this way near the Sarek and described what he saw when he passed the mouths of Njoatsosvágge and Sarvesvagge: “… to the right opened one after the other they hiskligaste Fjell valleys it well can ever get to see. On both sides skjöto often 6 Fjell after the other than their sylhvassa than rounded and rough of eternal snowfields lace covered the heavens, and between them, deep in the desolate abyss, boomed roaring waterfalls. ”
A glance toward Sarvesvagge. One of the country ‘hiskligaste mountain valleys. “ If you think that the botanist Andersson, that is. He had not entirely wrong, because when Diana and I passed storm clouds hung dark and heavy inside the Sarek. The next day – when we visited Alkavare Chapel – we would get to feel the power of the storm when we gave ourselves in the depths of this “fate abyss”. But it is a story that I have already told you: the trip to Svenonius’ glacier.
But Andersson quickly forgot Sarek when he saw ahead in the direction: “And directly in front of us in the Northern Fund rose Alkavaara, and behind the summits of fjellen nearly Tornio Lapland. – Field upon which we found ourselves, called Tjågnåris, and the aforementioned hills, I searched a long time and finally found by Arnica alpine profuse rosette leaves but few flowers, where the beautiful golden yellow gilded the sterile sand ridge. here and there, spread out Myrer overgrown with Fjell forms of Carices (synnerligast aquatilis , as here, in a variety of forms, the most numerous of all), and from Rissabergen nedstörtade the rushing Rissabäcken. ”
While Diana and I went over Rissájåhkå. Towards the mooring on the shore of Álggajávrre we came across a bird that I first became puzzled.
Only later I realized that this was a young skua. Adult and air knowledgeable but with a completely different color than the old birds.This was very dark, but there were young birds that were significantly lighter too. As the photo below.
Young skua the lake.