The wandering started at Låktatjåkka Station.
And progressed upward into the fog covered mountains. The weather forecast predicted rain and thunder storms.
The trail followed a rushing stream most of the way.
In the fog it was a good thing the trail was marked. I almost got lost a couple of times.
Water everywhere.
And snow.
And fog.
Now, the next day, the sun was out. Leaving the lodge in the sun, the mountain world took on a whole different perspective.
And after a trek of 9 kilometers and a 800 meter descent, the panorama veiw from the Björkliden Lodge looks grand over a warm cup of coffee.
