Sweden - Roadtrip, Forest & Such - 2

Day three started off with some fabulous sunshine over our campsite. The night was quite comfortable and not as cold as we expected sleeping so near the water.
We made some breakfast and headed back to the car.
Our plan for this day was to visit Docksta via ferrata site. It is situated in Höga Kusten, the high coast, which according to them is the highest coast line in the world.
There is a commercial via ferrata. It is a bit pricey, especially if you are used to the free ones in other parts of Europe. This one is expensive even if you have your own gear. We were quite surprised, but we had decided on trying it so we did.
Dad had his harness with him, but needed the ferrata kit with helmet. Bro and I had our own gear.
So, after lunch we headed up the wall.

We chose to begin with the easy "white" route, just to see how dad was doing. Oh, and me of course. I wasn't sure of how my body would cope with this kind of climbing, being in the beginning of the third trimester and all.
The route split a bit higher up into an easy and a difficult one. The first part went very nicely so we decided on the hard one. This route was actually pretty much like the easy one, with the distinct difference of being more exposed, so requiring more mental control.
Actually it is quite exposed at places and I was a bit surprised that it required climbing up holding on to the wire at many places, meaning ascent without gripping the wire was not possible. Gloves are an absolute must because the ascent is very hard on the skin due to the wire gripping. Disappointing...

Dad was quite upset for a part of the way. The route was way too exposed for him and we needed to aid him in choices for gripping and stepping. Well, we must say in our defense that he has throughout his life been quite an adventurer, so we were pretty sure this would work. He's more sedentary life as a retiree has softened him up a bit, but with patience and positivity we reached the top. On arrival he suddenly burst out in excitement and laughter over having managed this project.

We sat at the top for a while and had some fruit, cupcakes and water, enjoying the view, before hiking downward again.

The route down was almost as steep as coming up. We chose the "blue" route, that passes a little cave area.
The descent was a bit hard on my pelvis, but I made it, as did dad with his old hip joints.

Afterward we filled up our water supplies and found a nature reserve close by for over-nighting. The place was a bit popular and there were a couple of caravans and another car with a couple in a tent.
Still it was remote enough that we felt safe to stay there for the night.

After a nice dinner we decided to bunk down for the night.

Next morning our first view out of the tent was filled with fog. It almost looked like we were inside of a cloud. The tarp we had set up was still hanging in its place and soon we were making breakfast under it. Coffee, bread, cheese, yogurt and the last of the muesli.
We had several small showers of rain during our breakfast, but the tarp and our three legged camp stools made life very easy. Having the car so close by was very nice too. Pretty soon we had everything packed and headed off toward Åre.

On the way we stopped in Sollefteå, a smallish town where our dad lived as a young man. He had quite a walk down memory lane. The old center street was as he remembered, but without some of the shops. Otherwise the town seemed to be slowly starving. Every other shop was empty. After a coffee and a short walk we continued on our way.

Next we stopped by Döda fallet, the Dead fall. It used to be an impressive whitewater rapid. Back in 1790 and before timber and logging was an important trade, but timber was destroyed in the rapid. Also salmon could not pass which made fishing good below, but not above. It was decided to build a canal to bypass the rapid up to the Ragunda lake above. This work had quite some obstacles as the canal bottom was sand and sediment and kept flowing back in. Men died in rock-slides and such. Also the work was continuously sabotaged by locals who were afraid of losing fishing income and work with log portaging. Also farmers were afraid of damage to their farmlands along the way.


Anyhow, in 1795 the bypass canal reached the lake, but the river flow was slow, so the dam was closed. What no one had anticipated was an unexpectedly large spring flood the year after. An unprecedented rain fall caused the lake to leak into the canal and began eating away at the sediment. This became the 1796 flood disaster, the largest historical environmental disaster in Sweden. The whole of Ragunda lake, a 1000 million liters of water was emptied within a 4 hour period, moving as a flood wave through the canal and the surrounding forest and villages.
The sediment redeposited at Indalsälven delta, where we spent our first tent night.

It was quite fascinating to see all the rocks and boulders of the dead fall that normally make out a bottom of a river. The area has loads of glacial potholes, cylindrical holes drilled into the rock by water and rotating gravel, some of which had burrowed a hole straight through a boulder. There is something really fascinating about rocks.
After the walk around the Dead fall we headed off toward the west.

After some additional driving we came to the campsite where I'd decided we would spend the night, since I was craving a shower, Ristafallet camping. This time at a live waterfall called Rista. It was quite rainy when we arrived so not having to pitch the tent in that weather was a relief. We spent the night in a tiny cabin, with no running water, just beds, fridge and a cook stove. There was a service building with a kitchen, washing machine and showers and toilets. Just what we needed.

Before dinner that evening Ben and I headed down to look at the actual fall. The force of waterfalls has this strange allure. I just feel I want to get as close as possible. Ben actually went closer than I did. I had this nervous feeling about the slickness of the rocks and feeling a bit heavy and inflexible I decided to play it safe.