Each Midsummer the Finns desert the cities and towns and head countryside by some lake. There'll be a beach and a sauna for everyone in this country. This year I drove my family to a place called Rautalampi.
This is the sauna for us. The way I like it: Old and modest.
There's the Delaware memorial by the town church. I took a picture of it just in case.
The writing says: FOR THOSE BACKWOODS PIONEERS WHO LEFT RAUTALAMPI IN 16TH AND 17TH CENTURIES TO THE WOODS OF MID SWEDEN AND FROM THERE TO AMERICA. ERECTED IN 300TH ANNIVERSARY OF DELAWARE COLONY 3RD OF JULY 1938 BY HISTORICAL ASSOCIATION OF RAUTALAMPI
First we did some firewood charity cutting. Here's a sisweel á la Tarzan. I've found it great for the smaller trees (Kreegah, Tantor bundolo!).
Well, this time it didn't rip the stump, but more like pulled the fibers. It did the work anyway. The birch wanted to go straight towards the house, it swang just enough to miss the strawberry field, which I didn't want to destroy this time. Mission accomplished.
Our Midsummer bonfire at midnight. Sorta witchcraft. Hard to explain, but it's mandatory up here.