On May 30th I walked for three hours in Nuuksio, northwest of lake Siikajärvi. It was quiet, I didn't see any other people except one man riding a bicycle near the parking place at Siikaranta. I followed paths only a little part of the way, mostly I just looked up a direction in the map and followed the compass.
(Posting title is from the poem Cock by Albert Goldbarth.)
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