Wednesday, July 30, 2014

To pace the ground, if path be there or none

These photographs were taken on top of Saana fell on July 16th, while walking to the summit which was inside a cloud. The fog allowed 50-100 meters of visibility, so there was no danger of getting lost provided one stayed on the marked trail.

The moisture condensed on clothes, hair, and other cool surfaces, but the rocks were dry. I discussed this with my daughter, and we realized that the rocks were rather warm, because of the warm weather earlier, and thus the air was cooler than the ground. And because the rocks were dry it was easy walking, no danger of slipping on wet rocks.

Today we had +27 °C. I rode the bicycle for two hours and 35 kilometers. It wasn't bad, but I don't like weather this hot. In any case, at some point it will get cooler.

(Posting title is from the poem Most Sweet it is by William Wordsworth.)

And the fog from the ocean is cool, for once again it is July

On July 16th I climbed with my daughter to the summit of Saana fell in Kilpisjärvi. The summit was inside a cloud, and you could see only 50-100 meters ahead. Thus we couldn't have a look at the splendid Lapland landscape at large from the summit. But being inside a cloud was interesting in itself.

Saana's summit is 1,029 meters above sea level, and the summit is 556 m above Kilpisjärvi lake which is next to the fell. For Finland this is quite a climb, as the Finnish landscape is mostly rather flat. Geologically Saana is part of the Scandinavian Mountains, and thus younger rock than elsewhere in Finland.

There is a nature trail by Saana, and our original intention was to explore the trail. But when we saw the steps ("longest steps in Finland") going up the hill, we decided to go up, and in the end - on my daughters insistence - we walked all the way to the summit, and wrote our names to the guest book there.

The trail was well marked, with the next marker always visible in the fog, so there was no danger of getting lost. These photographs were taken on the way up.

I've been a bit lazy since returning from Lapland, but yesterday I explored the forests in Vaakkoi for 2 1/2 hours. It isn't quite as hot as on the previous days, but we got some rain, which pushed humidity to above 80% 90%.

(Posting title is from the poem A Magic Mountain by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee.)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I saw a denier sitting outside

Here are some flowers to be seen at Kilpisjärvi. The photographs were taken on Salmivaara fell on July 15th.

(Posting title is from the poem On Returning to My Hometown in 2035 by Idra Novey.)