- Äntu-Nõmme nature trail
- The training- and hiking trail of Simuna school
- Canoeing trips along the Rivers Pedja or Põltsamaa
- Nature trail of Kiltsi school
- Hiking trail of Ebavere
- Äntu Härma Farm beaver track
- Äntu Härm Farm bow hunting track
- A gallery – plants by the Äntu trail
- Leaflets about the nature hiking trails
Legends of Ebavere
Gods were believed to live on the sacred hill and people went there to pray and sacrifice. In one lean year the most beautiful girl of the village called Eba was sacrificed to the hill. Ever since the hill has been called Eba-vere (Eba's blood).
A longer poem, the Call of the Hill by Erich Meerja tells a story about a curious young man who came there on one Midsummer Eve. The town was very lively. All the shops and even the taverns were open. The man entered a shop where a nice maid smiled at him. A pair of yellow shoes and an iridescent belt caught his fancy, but he was short of money. The sly shop-girl gave the goods for nothing, even tied the belt over his waist. Before leaving the town the young man went to a tavern to wet the bargain, got drunk and fell asleep on a bench. When he woke up the town had gone as well as the shoes and the belt. But he did not forget that enchanting town and the beautiful maid until his old age.
In the story The Gate of Ebavere, a man with an empty stomach went to the underground town, but was only allowed to eat there. He filled his stomach with good fare, but could not resist the temptation. He took along a hat-full of golden and silver coins and, in addition, fancy leather gloves. Having arrived at home, there was no more in his hat than dry leaves with a large puckered burdock leaf on them.
An elderly woman with freezing feet called Tiina also came by chance to the Ebavere shop (Shop on the Ebavere Hill). Her shoes were full of holes, not mended, for the needle was broken. There were a lot of commodities in the shop, but the old woman only took a needle and carders as well. When she wanted to go to pay the money the next day, there was no town any more. Yet, the needle and the carders served her until her dying day.
The Fire of Money at Ebavere tells a story about a herdsboy who lost a heifer while tend- grazing cattle. The unfortunate little fellow was not allowed to return without the animal and stayed overnight on the Ebavere Hill. There he saw three grey-bearded old men sitting by the fire. They put live coals into the boy's hat. Later they turned to golden coins and so the poor boy became rich.
In the story The Milking Pail some wayfarers started to take refreshments beside the road at the foot of the Ebavere Hill. A beautiful maid appeared out of the bushes, holding a milking pail with frothy beer in her hand. She offered the beer to the men, who enjoyed sipping it. When the milking pail was empty, they put it under the bushes. But in the morning the drinking vessel was not found, although nobody had been there. Surely the Evil One had had his hand in it! Later the Ebavere tavern was built upon that place.
Jakob Tamm dedicated 16 sonnets and several shorter poems to the Ebavere Hill. Kersti Merilaas wrote about the witch of Ebavere in her poem Childhood. Eduard Leppik has compiled 7 legends of Ebavere in his booklet Tales of Väike-Maarja (including those described above).


