Can’t say that I got a lot of rest at night, there are too many new things when sleeping in a tent that I couldn’t really sleep. Earplugs took away the sounds, but it was light and the mattress was uncomfortable and the sleeping bag felt weird and the pillow was too small… I gave up after the sun started warming up the tent and I was on my way to Blåstöten at 6:40.
The top off the mountain is covered in rocks. They come in all shapes and sizes and you have to be really careful where you set your foot, because there are no margins for error. At one point I was close to losing my balance but got hold of a big rock next to me to stop my backwards tilt. It took me a while to negotiate the rock field but finally I reached the top, only to realise that there is only one thing which is more difficult than going up on a rock field and that is coming down on it. I was a little bit relieved to notice that the rock field was not quite as bad in the direction I was going down (heading towards the ravine), but for a moment it got me a bit scared though because there would be no small injuries here, if anything went wrong.
Anyway, I got down ok so now I just needed to find the ravine. Got there quite easily and was unimpressed by it, it’s not at all like the big ravines on the south side of Flatruet. Storröstgraven is only impressive in its length and the fact that it’s so clearly visible both winter and summer, but when you’re close to it you see that it’s not very deep, the walls are not steep and there are no cliffs. The bottom is filled with rocks and that’s just about it. I took a few pictures to document it and then headed back to camp to have lunch.
The original plan was to get some rest after lunch, but the tent was sauna hot in the sun so I packed up and left after eating. The sun was bright, there was almost no wind and the insects were my constant companion. After a while I decided that I would rather suffer the heat of wearing a long sleeved shirt than constant insect bites, and after a while from putting on the long sleeved shirt, I came up with the idea of soaking it in water so it would cool me down for a few minutes before the sun dried it up. It worked actually, but there were not enough brooks to allow me to soak the shirt every time it dried… it was that warm.
Another thing that was happening was that I felt a blister form in my right big toe. And my thighs were complaining for carrying all the weight all day. So the last half of today’s trek, I just wanted it to be over and it felt like it would never be over. Especially the last 2 km, I was convinced that it was the path to nowhere and I would never reach my car. But, eventually, I did reach the car and in the evening I noticed that I got more on this trip than countless mosquito bites, blister and sore muscles – I got a very serious sunburn on my arms than would probably hurt even more if it wasn’t for that long sleeved shirt I only put on because of the bugs!