coming in on the bus
from Gällivare. The luggage is piled up on the deck and we
leave the mooring. As we
cross
the lake, we get the most wonderful view towards the west end of the
lake, which is part of the long lake system called Stora Lulevatten. At
the dock on the Salto side of the lake, the tourist hotel extends a
helping hand to overloaded travelers and transports non backpacks up
the hill to the hotel. The path is bordered by mjölke and it leads
gently up and up for a good 1/2 km. In front of the main building is an
area set up as a terrace with tables and benches and there are people
sitting around sunning themselves and chatting. 
name is Kristian and here we are
on our way to Stora Sjöfallet which, sadly, is now a power
station, except for beautiful Hermelins fall. You can just barely see a
piece of Kristian's long
hand-carved stick in front of a young fellow who I believe was a
student
from Uppsala.

