Arriving at the chapel
Andersson statement ends as follows: “Since we are well gone over it by a peculiar blue-green water filled, deep Alkajaur, we ascended the Alkavaara, journey’s end.”
Diana and I rowed the short distance to the other side. The water level was so high that all other methods to get across was impossible. It came during the day people in a sparse stream which also took over the boat.Both down at the beach and up the chapel, we saw the tent. We chose the nice beach camp.
Views of the lake from above the chapel. The beach served as a tent camp for about a dozen tents. The church bell was carried up through the mountain of a man in the party. But tripod kept in a locked building next Chapel.
On Saturday there was finally some 30 people who were on gudtjänsten at 18. Several foreign tourists too, and someone had passed by. Among the participants were a couple who had married in the chapel exactly 30 years earlier.
Scarred mountain veterans standing and chatting on Sunday morning before the service. Also on Sunday, it was about 30 visitors, in part, other than on Saturday.
The altar table in the chapel succumbed to worship. The priest and some other participants spent the night several nights in their tents in the area.
Community after the service. To the church the coffee was served pastries. To drink boiled coffee with pastries inside the Sarek was an exotic experience. The lady on the far right, we met already on the bus between Murjek and Jokkmokk.
The obligatory picture to prove that we were there. Is this what is called “photographic firing squad”? The photographer’s name is unknown but mobile camera belonging to the tough girl to the right.
To be with the church this weekend, I have long looked forward to. To participate in the worship service, singing hymns and listening to the sermon was in some ways also walk in the steps of Jonas Nensén and botanist Andersson. It was overall a nice day with fellowship and conversation with nice people. Very different character than the usually empty day’s stages in the desolate wilderness. But Diana and I would soon enough to return to the barren mountain. Svenonius’ glacier waiting for us.
Summary of cairn-year journey
From Vállevágge until Rissájåhkå we had expanded the findings of rösningar, trails and other possible road markings to nearly quadruple over last year. The list now contains about 110 different findings, and virtually all are documented with photos and coordinates. When you see on the map how they are placed, one can not fail to see that they form a distinct tracks: a road or trail. It would have been a completely different route through this area than the path that is called Divine Path (or Prästvägen) is of course very unlikely, so it must be the one that is highlighted.
However, it is not certain that all rösningar we found is so old that they may have belonged to Divine Path. Many of them are probably difficult to determine the age. But the findings as a whole still shows how the Priest path was drawn through the countryside (although there are some stretches that are still a little unclear). It can not be ruled out that a smaller proportion rösningar belong to any other path, paths that connected to the Divine Path.
Besides all scouting for old stone piles, I will remember this trip for the fantastic landscape’s sake, and for the community in the mountains.Mainly with Diana, but also with my other two traveling companions and the people we met.