Star way

All these fees were protracted, they could not decide on the start date and route: then the beginning of summer, mid, then at the end, and it would be better for September. With the route, as you know, it was not easier. Initially, the group consisted of Misha, Stas and me (Dima). Having talked with Volodya about our venture, Vladimir expressed a desire to come with us. I was in favor with two hands, since Vova did not have any field experience, and of us, only Misha is an avid fisherman and a hunter. With the advent of Vladimir, a route plan appeared - for which special thanks to him. We can say that the experience has already begun from the start. Michael broke away from us - work parks. We redistribute the products for three. And of course, how can it be without seasonings, we take their bag - Stas said we just need them :). For the main behind the scenes and unquestioningly put Volodya. And he tried as best he could to break away from this post, but then got used to this idea :))). Seeing how I tie the laces with Stas, how we pack our backpacks, how we tighten the straps, Vovkino’s heart could not stand it and the experience poured out of his mouth like a cornucopia, only have time to wind it around his mustache.




Day 1: We put the car in Lazo. The locals threw us to the foot of the Sisters and turned around and sped off. Having collected backpacks, they rushed into the forest, wondering when civilization would begin to fall off. There was no telephone connection, which is already good! Just went deep into the forest and into your thoughts, here on you, the smoke from the fire. We are trying to pass this parking unnoticed, as a guy-root-maker meets. Volodya goes forward under the tanks: Yes, there is no root, no, but before yes, yes, but now no, it’s there, but not here. We wish good luck in business. After the first km.- I begin to determine (get acquainted) with a backpack. Somewhere to fix the strap, where to tighten, a little closer water, sweets. And forward for Volodya. We stomped less than planned, everyone understands that we do not fit into the schedule, but we are silent. Night parking was at the foot of Mr. Sister Vovka immediately said: this is not a tent. To the question, what then? - shrugged.


Day 2 : In the morning we got a little wet (some are few and many are). Put on a windbreaker. The sun came out, it turned bad. Showers of nature showered. Waterfalls - breathtaking, not from their greatness, but from some kind of unity with them. Everything in my soul began to sing - here it is happiness when the backpack is behind me. The day went up to the Sister. The top was foggy, a dank wind blew out. Visibility was poor, sometimes for 50 meters there was nothing to see. We settled down for the night on a plateau with a view of the Dragons. A strong wind blew, pulling all that was upon himself, began to set up a tent. I understood what shrugging shoulders meant - the tent was shook in all directions, the awning flutters, the arcs are a different story. Together we put up a tent.

Day 3: In the morning, ice was discovered in a bowler. You are waiting for the sunrise like a native, to keep warm at least a little under its autumn rays. The sun crawled out lazily from behind the hills. Visibility is excellent. We walked along the Dragons, the photos made a lot. Before climbing to the village of Gorelaya they found a spring. We replenished water supplies, stumbled upon berry-growers, who, having learned that we weren’t picking berries or even rooting, were very surprised. The ascent to Gorelyu city turned out to be gentle and we easily overcame it. After looking around and leaving a note on the top of the hill, we started the descent towards the Kamensky stream, and immediately fell into a huge dead wood. We went down to the water and made a halt near the potbelly stove. The stove is like a stove, nothing surprising stands in the middle of the taiga.

Day 4: Having woken up, having washed, we gathered a tent and went down the stream. Trout began to catch sight in the water. Several waterfalls passed - of course, they tried not to miss anything and photographed almost everything around. We went out onto the ennobled path and down it down to the Milogradovka river. Having camouflaged with branches, the backpacks were left in the forest, and on the light went to the Devil's Bridge and the Robber waterfalls. There wasn’t enough emotions from all this beauty, the finger pressed continuously on the button of the camera, of course, this camera will not convey all, and I tried to enjoy this feeling to the fullest. In the evening, it returned to return to the parking lot, but this did not bother us, at least to my friends, as it turned out that they served in the same unit for different years - there were two flashlights on the taiga road, I didn’t have a flashlight and I tried slates

Day 5: Stas fell into a puddle. We gathered as always, slowly. In the days of the week I began to get lost, after eating tightly we decided that we would move forward towards the village of Otkrytaya, and then we'll see. Having walked around a couple of puddles around the edge, they began to pick up pace and then a crunch ... How Stas managed to get into this puddle, I did not understand. We decided not to stop, that everything would dry out along the road. After lunch, we climbed to the foot of the hill. At the general meeting, and it lasted a couple of minutes, they decided that we would go up with backpacks and put up a tent upstairs. The climb gave a lot of impressions, the constant roar of a suber, the sunset, the persistent smell of juniper, huge boulders of stones, and also a backpack, which really became much easier after five days of hiking. And then there was a bonfire, hot tea and huge stars, and I almost forgot about cedar cones.


Day 6: Met sunrise. Gathering things marked on the trigonometer, took a photo on his background and went down. We had a huge panorama of the bewitching autumn taiga, where each tree had its own shade of color. Now I’ll be a little more and become a poet))) to me, and so, something recently began to like Yesenin’s poems! On the way I came across wild grapes and something else edible from berries I don’t remember what. Going down the cliff they made a halt deciding that it makes no sense to go out on the track in the evening and catch a ride there. On the way a couple of times there were traces of a tiger, and already during dinner (and as it turned out that not only we, but also the tiger had dinner) there was a guttural cry of musk deer, which was obviously just eaten 200 meters from us. For the full effect, Vova told us a terrible story about rustling in the dark on Misty.

Day 7: In the morning we went on a hunting estate, and from there we got onto the track. We got to Lazo, fed us there, we moved to our car and went for Benevskoye to the nursery. The car was left under the supervision of a forester, and they themselves went along the path to the waterfalls. They rose slowly, stopping constantly to take pictures. We immediately found a place where to put up a tent for Vova, we made firewood and went to bed.



Day 8:Climbing the Lysaya hill I certainly will not forget. In the morning we gathered to take pictures against the background of waterfalls and so as not to wet the track. Shoes (my shoes had fallen off by that time, I went camping and 10 days later brought them back - they returned the money!) I put on light Chinese sneakers - on a thin sole. Everything went according to plan, until Vova found a path that led us to Lysaya. We decided to make the climb immediately without entering the parking lot. Having walked a third of the way, Stas abandoned the venture, turned around and went down to the camp, and Volodya went far ahead. Climbing Mount Vova showed me a spring, and bushes with lingonberry berries and flew down to descend. Maybe of course I didn’t fly, but went, but with my Czechs I felt the beauty of the lack of boots. I went down longer than expected. So I go down, the joints of the legs ache and the toes are like after a massage. I was glad that slowly, but still getting closer to our camp. Already I see a tent, a bonfire, Stas is spinning there, Vova is sitting near the bonfire ... and then I see myself. I’m sitting and talking with Vova. This news dumbfounded me, I think maybe I have already come ... literally. I come closer to the fire, it turns out during our absence Petya came to our camp from Ukraine. Stas, as a sociable person, quickly got to know him)) Petya turned out to be an interesting conversationalist, though he didn’t give his own fat, he said that he was far away in his backpack and that it was much tastier than ours. (He’s also a crest)))) Hello Pete. Well, then we got together and got poisoned already to the car and home to Vladivostok. I’m sitting and talking with Vova. This news dumbfounded me, I think maybe I have already come ... literally. I come closer to the fire, it turns out during our absence Petya came to our camp from Ukraine. Stas, as a sociable person, quickly got to know him)) Petya turned out to be an interesting conversationalist, though he didn’t give his own fat, he said that he was far away in his backpack and that it was much tastier than ours. (He’s also a crest)))) Hello Pete. Well, then we got together and got poisoned already to the car and home to Vladivostok. I’m sitting and talking with Vova. This news dumbfounded me, I think maybe I have already come ... literally. I come closer to the fire, it turns out during our absence Petya came to our camp from Ukraine. Stas, as a sociable person, quickly got to know him)) Petya turned out to be an interesting conversationalist, though he didn’t give his own fat, he said that he was far away in his backpack and that it was much tastier than ours. (He’s also a crest)))) Hello Pete. Well, then we got together and got poisoned already to the car and home to Vladivostok. said that far lies in the backpack and that it is much tastier than ours. (He is also a crest)))) Hello Pete. Well, then we got together and got poisoned already to the car and home to Vladivostok. said that far lies in the backpack and that it is much tastier than ours. (He is also a crest)))) Hello Pete. Well, then we got together and got poisoned already to the car and home