So, the forecasts were wrong yet again – almost all of the rain ended up somewhere else, at least during the day, and I had plenty of sun and views. On the other hand that "somewhere else" was apparently pretty close by, and judging from how both Teusadalen and eastern Sjöfallsdalen looked when I passed, my original route (which would have included both, as well as Gállaktjåhkkå) may very well have turned out worse than what I now got.

The whole point of this little trip was to visit a corner of the fjelds (and its cottages) that had so far been a blank spot on the map for me, and this goal was certainly met. It is also a blank spot for many others, evidenced by my being alone almost the whole time. As for the cottage sites, I must say that I preferred Sitasjaure, even with the scarring from the power industry; Hukejaure's location felt somewhat... well, nondescript – the portions leading to and from it were nicer – although that colorful evening view from the hill was really something. And, Neasketvággi was just as green, soft and pleasant as I remembered it. Terrific valley, save for the lack of water.

As mentioned in the intro, my cutting the tour short turned out advantageous – not least because of my painful knee, which at the time of the decision had yet to rear its, uh, cap. Sometimes your timing is just impeccable, proved again by the presence of the bike in Sitasjaure – covering the last stretch by pedalling was much preferable to walking on the road, and it was actually quite a nice ride down (and up, and down) to Ritsem. The shorter time also allowed me to visit Saltoluokta without hurry – which I always try to do when I'm in the area; there's just something about that place... – and even though the boots did hold together throughout I really wouldn't have wanted to push my luck in more demanding terrain.

As for the knee, it was a simple case of overexertion probably brought on by the climbs on my way to Tarfala, as well as the antics at Vássanjunnji and Silverfallet, and quickly reverted once I got home and stopped irritating it with day-long walks, with no lingering effects.

All in all, this was a good way to end the summer proceedings, and it was clear that summer was indeed coming to an end. Autumn held no further trips save for walks close to home, and I now look forward to winter instead...