Heading for Stokkvika

Grey morning.

Loads of these on the beach...

Following the steep coast.

Draugvika. 

I found a secure way up.

The fog is like a lid over this place.

Looking back at "Yttersia".

Stokkvika behind me.

Lots of wood here too.

The lake.

My tent.

Ole has arrived.

I knew this morning was going to be gloomy and I also ran out of gas before having the coffee in my pot. Luckily the water was hot enough for a cup of tea instead and I also had a bowl of cereals. I knew the weather was going to be like this today, with a little rain in the morning and then clearing up. I have been told from a local that it's possible to follow the coast as long as it's not too wet. So walked half the route last nite just to see conditions and they looked good. But I didn't go far enough to see the really steep and scary section. And suddenly I was there. My backpack was heavy and the grass was wet and steep. Suddenly the only way that looked possible; and there was a rope. It looked like the kind you use for boats and it must have been there for ages. It was almost torn off, only hanging in one or two fibres so I made a knot and then hoped for the best while slowly going backwards down, trying not to put weight on it knowing very well that if I would fall here this would not hold me...it would go off immediately. I was so afraid in this section cursing myself for not turning around instead. But it went well. And when I saw the place where to go up before Stokkvika it looked like a bad idea. But turning back was not an option. I was also out of phone connection for almost 24 hours. Anyway as I got closer I saw a hidden passage which was safe. I was so relieved. Heading up from the last bay I finally got connection again up on the ridge. I asked Ole if we could meet here and he said yes but I was not sure he would actually come. But he did come over the mountain later in the evening. We set camp and made a fire up on the hill this time.