06. August 2021
Day 63: Closed Hut, Long Day
Long day, I will keep it short and sweet.
The day starts as it finished. Walking in the forest. However, it's more wetlands (they called it myr) this time, which look mystical in the early morning fog.
I'm feeling okay. Not great, not bad either. On the somewhat neglected, overgrown trail, I make progress but my feet feel stiff and somewhat rusty. After passing Gördalen, a short but juicy climb takes me up and into Fulufjällets National Park. It's rocky terrain again, my feet and ankles are protesting but I ignore them. Well, I go slowly. No need to hurry. I plan on staying in a hut, roughly 38 kilometers from Id-Persätern. So a comparably short hike.
Despite the bumpy trail, the views on this high plain are lovely. And I am not the only one. The park is actually rarher busy.
Anyway, slowly but surely I make it to my designated hut. It's wonderfully located above a lake. I can't wait to cook my dinner. Once at the door, I want to open it. Nothing happens. Locked! I try once again. Nothing. I'm surprised. The website says it should be open.
Shit happens. And this is rather harmless shit compared to other things happening on the trail.
The weather is good so camping is definitely a possibility. It's windy though. Too windy. So I decide to continue just a bit. During this little bit, the trail improves significantly. Soft, grassy, wonderful! You might not believe me but this trail is actually relaxing my tense muscles. So yi keep going. Flying I should rather say. 10 kilometers in just a bit over 2 hours have passed when I arrive at the next hut. It's open! But full! Oh well, I make myself comfortable outside. The three Frenchmen, who are there, are great company. They have a fire going, cooking their food. Canned spaghetti. And I always thought French are gourmets.