Noitatunturi / The WitchHill

Pyhätunturi / The HolyHill

Clouds were hanging heavily over the sky

The HolyHills

All three of them

Were wrapped in thick fog

But I wouldn't care

Every day is a new adventure

And today would be the biggest of them all

I would climb on top of the WitchHill

But not alone

An another explorer would join me

To share this adventure

He was waiting for me

At the edge of the frozen swamp

Jeti

Half a man half a yeti

He looked beautiful

His white lion fur wavering in the wind

He smiled at me

I felt something warm

Lighting up inside me

We started climbing up

It was really warm day

And the snow was already rotting

Time to time

The surface of the snow

Would let our steps down

It was hard work

But glancing back every now and then

Would tell us

We really had made some progress

On our journey

Soon we started to reach the clouds

Ahead of us were no big trees anymore

Just some tiny and really tough ones

In Finnish

I would call this tiny trees "sisukas"

Which means that they won't give up

Neither would us

Next to us

Was the God's Hat

And little by little

As we climbed higher

It's top vanished to the clouds

Finally there were no more trees

Not even the small ones

Only white snow

As far as you could see

Which wasn't so far

To be honest

Soon there was

No sky

No horizon

No ground

No shapes

No up

No down

Now would be better

To stay together

Our world shrinked

To a couple square meters

Only our own footprints

Vanishing to the nothingness

The air started to freeze
Literally
We could see the air freezing around us
Shivering went through me
Suddenly I felt really cold

Did you here that?

Did you see that?

What?

"Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where they strung up a man

They say who murdered three

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree."

*******

Afterwards Jeti told me

This was the best adventure ever

I smiled

This was the best adventure yet

Isokuru ja Uhriharju / The DeepCanyon and The SacrificeHill

Pyhätunturi / The HolyHill

It was a very windy day

I climbed on top of the the GoldenHill

The first of the HolyHills

It was hard to stand up in the wind

I enjoyd the sun warming my skin

And the wind roaring around me

Ripping my clothes

In the west I could see the other two

The second one was called The God's Hat

And behind that

Was the greatest of them all

The WitchHill

 Today I would walk trough The DeepCanyon

Which lies between The GoldenHill and The God's Hat

They say it's the deepest canyon in Finland

I can believe that

After doing some unpurposed clift hanging

I found the path leading to the canyon

At the mouth of the canyon

They were trying to stop me

Yeah, right

I'll take this as an invitation

To an adventure

At first

The canyon is actually two smaller canyons

The BearCanyon and The LampioCanyon

 I couldn't translate "lampio" to anything clever

The google told me

That it is just a rare surname in Finland

Like every fifth person in Finland has a rare surname

Anyway

Lam-pi-o without o is a pond

And shovel without m

The path leads the traveller

On a narrow and high hill

Between these smaller canyons

Before they join to each other

To make The DeepCanyon 

This narrow high hill

Surrounded by canyons

Is called The SacrificeHill

They say

The old Sami people used to come here

And sacrifice for the spirits

To get some hunting luck

I don't wonder why they came here

It really feels like a sacret place

I stand quiet

My eyes closed

Sensing the old air

The old energy

I leave a piece of my granolabar for the spirits

And ask them protection

Before I continue my journey

The path to the bottom of the canyon

Is really steep and slipery

Where there is stairs at summer time

Is now just an icy slide

When I'm slideing down

Way too fast

And saving my self from couple 90 degree turns

I wish I had a GoPro 

 At the bottom lies an other sacred place

(Well dah, this is The HolyHills)

The frozen waterfall and pond

Called The HolyWaterfall of Baptism

And The Holypond of Baptism

Like the whole hillside area

This was also a sacred place for old Sami people

So when the Christians came

And wanted to give a baptism to Sami people

They fulfill the rite in the holy water of the waterfall 

In the waterfall

I found an icecave

As a kinda small person

I was able to crowle in

Standing in the cave

I could feel

The holy water dripping on me

It was a kind of baptism

It felt nice

I thanked God for leading me to this place

And protecting me on my way 

As I walked further to the canyon

Sun started to set

And shadows woke up around me

The moon came to keep me company

I could feel the evening magic

All around me

As I walked home

The night had already come

And the old God send me His regards

A thought came from my hearth

Full of love

I'm really lucky

Blessed