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  • It had rained all night and day and our sleeping bags were soaking wet. We decided to carry them in sailor bag through long and narrow canyon of jagged rocks to nearest uninhabited cabin nearly twenty kilometres away in order to try to dry them near small fireplace.

    After two hours of walking in wilderness we weren’t even half way through the canyon and we realized that if we go all the way to the cabin and light the fire and dry the sleeping bags we won’t make it back to our tents before night falls. And in darkness we shall lose our way in this infinity of fells and rivers and bears and wolverines.

    We decided to turn back and walk over the nearest fell back to the riverland of reindeers where our camp was situated. It began to rain hard again when we reached the peak of the fell. Beside us there opened vast highlands and we lost our direction because of tens of fell peaks looming in the horizon and resembling each other everywhere around us.

    My friend sat down on red bag to ponder which direction to choose. With his red longish bag he looked like sailor lost in desert, sailor who was looking desperately for sea. Peaks of fells were undulating around us like waves. We heard no other sound than whoosh of wind. It reminded us about the noise of traffic back home 1200 kilometres south of Muotka wilderness. But there was no traffic up here. Just us and the sound of the wind and eternally undulating sea of fells.
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