The trail headed east towards the Swedish border and ultimately to the Kungsleden. I continued through open moorland with occasional bridges, rocky paths and swampy sections. By now I had decided that my boots would probably hold together, and I with only 5 days of walking left my pack was also noticeably smaller.
Having crossed the border I headed along what I thought was the trail, but it appeared that at some point I wandered off on one of the many reindeer tracks, a look at the map indicated to me that if I continued I would ultimately cross the trail again. However, after awhile I began to realise that not only was I not on the trail but the trail did not appear to be in the same location as shown on the map. A close look at the map indicated a summer bridge about 2 km away, so I decided to head across country to the bridge which entailed a 300 metre climb crossing a plateau and descending to the river. It was still cold and windy and the isolation of the plateau with some views to the valley below made for an eerie walk. I finally began to descended to the bridge, and as I sidled down and around a small peak I came across the bright orange coloured cairns marking the trail. They appeared to come from a different direction to the one I had expected, and thus I decided that the trail had been rerouted since the map was drawn. Feeling happier because I was now back on the trail I descended to the river and sought a sheltered spot for a late lunch.
It was cool and while it was not raining the strong westerly wind ensured that I was wearing my windshirt and my possum fur beanie.