Photography: Elias Carlsson | Words: Sebastian Westin
In Northwestern Härjedalen there is a slightly mythical place called Flatruet. It is a low mountain plateau surrounded by larger mountains. During the winter it becomes a flat, white moon-like landscape. It is rumoured that somewhere below the layers of white you can find mountain lakes containing some of the nicest Artic Char in existence, and since the three of us; Anton, Daniel and I, always enjoy a good adventure along with a nice fishing story, we set out to try and find the frozen lakes that lay beneath the snow.
We arrived at the plateau full of expectations at around 6.30am, just as the sun started to rise. It was a beautiful, crisp cold day. Some kind of fog rose as the heat began to warm the freshly fallen snow from the previous night. With the use of a compass and a map, we lay out the course and started skiing into the haze.
We found the lakes, but failed to find any of the fish we heard so much about. You win some and you lose some.