With the story of Evagraven still on my mind, the path slowly climbs untill we reach the wide mountain plateau. Early Autumn colors the moss. There is nobody here besides us, no houses, no cars, no roads. And when the steady rustle of my steps dies away when I stop for a photograph, the absence of sound is overwhelming.
droppings of a reindeer
-Note: Evagraven (Eve's grave) is a ravine in the Funasdalen region, Sweden. According to an old story a Lapp woman named Eva died here in a snow storm, together with her reindeer.