Up, Up, Up, Up, Up, Up The Ski Hill...

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
- Such Great Heights, The Postal Service












The last time I broke into somewhere I was 12. It was during summer break at my school, Transfiguration of our Lord Elementary. My friend Tony and I snuck down a large air vent when we saw some hockey cards and loose change. The first time was fun. We collected some cards and picked up some coins. When we got out we met this other older kid and wanted to show him how to get down. I was much less careful climbing down the second time and the gate felled down and crushed my arm. I don't remember what happened but I ended up with having to get stitches on the back of my left arm and on my shins. My sister later told me the cuts were so deep, she could see my bones.





















So you can see why I felt a little apprehensive when Emili decided that we should climb the wet 40 foot steel ladder that led up to the Jyvaskyla ski hill. I followed her up. We then had to jump a fence and climb again to get to the actual ramp. It's hard to explain so I will let these pictures tell the story of where we ended up. They are all taken between 10 and 11 PM, to give you an idea of how long the days are here.











But it was really beautiful sight. The sunsets in Finland last forever but because there are no great heights, it is hard to get a good view without getting a bunch of trees in the way. We were truly in the highest point in the city.











Up the stairs to the landing
Up the stairs into the hall
Oh oh oh
Take oasis
Marat's bathing
We walk through the wood,
We walk

'We Walk' - R.E.M.