Day 2 | To Tarnasjö Hut | 26km

I wake up feeling snug and toasty in the morning, although my legs are a bit tense. As I'm about to start packing, the rain begins again, prompting me to settle down and write in my diary. I'm grateful for the shelter of the hut, but the persistent wind is a reminder that the weather can change in an instant.

get a bit of a late start, and by the time I finish my breakfast, most of the guests from the hut have already moved on. The trail takes me through a picturesque valley, flanked by imposing mountains, despite the gentle rain. I pass by the group of young Swedes I encountered earlier, and then, I spot my first reindeer.

I decide to take a break at Syter hut, where I run into the friendly German-Swedish couple once more. They express their sympathy for my previous hut ordeal and kindly invite me to join them for dinner. We chat for quite a while, but I decline their invitation as I'm determined to continue to the next hut. The warden is exceptionally kind and inquires about availability, managing to secure the last available bed for me there.

The rain finally subsides, and I enjoy a pleasant walk, crossing several bridges. As I approach the next hut, I notice quite a few tents pitched along the lake. The hut's warden places me in a spacious dorm with ten Swedish girls, and it's a warm and welcoming atmosphere. The cozy camaraderie is heartwarming, especially when, as night falls, some of the girls continue reading by the soft glow of a candle.