Continuing to move west from the Nikitskaya Cleft, I found myself on a dirt road running parallel to the highway, but a hundred meters higher. Walking here was clearly more interesting than on the asphalt, and if it weren’t for the threatening signs hung up by the local youths, one could relax and forget. Soon the composition was complemented by barbed wire on the trees, and things got really interesting. A marked path turned up from the road. I couldn't resist and followed her. Having climbed the nearest rock (marked on the map as height 489), the path ended, apparently it led to some kind of rock climbing route. But far below I made out the silhouette of the Massandra Palace of Alexander III.
It’s not difficult to guess that that’s where I headed. Under the hill I came across numerous remains of stone walls of unknown origin. Flocks of woodpeckers were raging in the pines (I didn’t know that they fly in flocks). And I quietly walked along the path, which at first became a country road, and then unexpectedly led out onto an asphalt serpentine. I have long had a prejudice against paved roads. In this case, it also paid off - the road led me to a high fence, a gate with the sign “no entry” and an angry dog on a leash. In other words, a dead end.