There's magic in stepping into the unknown,
in leaving the safe trail behind.
To break away from what is familiar,
to live for a while at the mercy of a map,
and to search for a direction that feels like destiny.

Contours, paths, stones, and shoals—
the faint shoreline shimmering across the lake—
all speak in quiet riddles.
Follow their whispers, and you may find
the secret mark that waits unseen.

But first, you must go and feel
all that the map dares to promise.
You must wander from tree to tree,
paddle from island to island,
guided by compass, by courage, by trust—
in yourself, and in those beside you.

In sunlight and rain,
among glistening leaves and rippling waters,
the forest cleanses you—
body and soul alike.
Nowhere else can you breathe
the fertile scent of earth,
the pulse of green and flowing streams.

It's the ancient spirit
that once gave birth to new life here,
and still moves through us all.

And once you've reached that hidden point
with your companions by your side,
you'll crave again that same wild feeling—
the call of the control point,
the thrill of another Rastipisto.