Rainy voyage along the Carpathian peaks

Waiting for the bus, we boarded the bus and went to the side of the mountain adventures, which are expected to be promising. Arriving at the place of "release" under the name CAT "Lososina" we have registered rescue groups and started the hike. The weather was changing for the better, it was raining. Having done not a massive March we stopped at the tourist Park, which is already celebrated, it seems its the last day of the trip, a group of tourists. Something like from under experienced the best times of the shed, we decided to start cooking food. The fire succumbed not the first time, but the fire we still got. Dark night fell on the mountain and ate all began at odds to their tents to get a first taste of the beauty of the night in the wild.

A second day. The first tests.

The weather took pity on us, and the day started with bright sunshine that pulled the sun from behind the clouds. Having dried his clothes and shelter, after a soothing dose of calories, the group went up to conquer their first summit. Became hot. The road after heavy rain turned into a sea of molten chocolate. But most of us this is a certain way does not bother. When they reached the first major uphill I desperately realized that I need to work more on ourselves and more to run. Oxygen, in some places rise, literally disappeared from my lungs and I tried to breathe as he could. Despite this, the mountain scenery was pleased more and more and in some time it seemed to me that all this is unreal, because nature can't be so beautiful, but it turns out it can.

When we got to the Parking lot of the base camp, we decided to conquer my first Carpathian peak called mount Petros (2020m). Their backpacks and looking at the top of the mountain as one began its ascent. To describe the types which opened with the top of the mountain and on its slopes during the ascent will take a few sheets of paper so this rise, I will describe briefly: it was difficult, but we did it and she has received a lot of emotions already at the top.

Back at the camp and a snack, evening, met us uncomfortable temperature. The temperature was low, even very low for the summer +4C. Made the chattering teeth and the summer cold camp fell asleep.

A third day. The Roof Of Ukraine.

As spring breathes new life into the frozen green after the winter and the morning sun made it known to the group that became warmer and can be seen from their dens. Collecting the camp and took all his courage in front of an outstanding day, a group of desperate romantics went to conquer the highest peak of Ukraine - Hoverla. About this place, many books, articles, pamphlets, eulogies, poems, and other things, so to explain what it is and what it is known is a place I will not.

Getting through valiant checkpoint "Karpatska lsmictal" we went up. Passing through a narrow trail in the foothills of the mountain I was surfaced memories of my ascent to the AI-Petri, but what I felt when climbing Hoverla and subsequent descent to any comparison with the AI-Petri is not.

Not reaching the top 200 meters began to blow a strong wind, as it turned out, his speed was 15 m/s Taking all my willpower, I began to overcome the last tens of meters to the summit. Overcoming the last hill I was hoping to see the pristine beauty of the highest point of the Carpathians, and saw crowds of people who roamed the top, furiously photographing anything and everything. After all of his Petuhov to conquer this mountain I had a small surprise, but the surprise was long once had to "take a picture".

Decided finally to leave the mountain and go down for the night our group was caught pouring rain. Out of nowhere came a cloud, and the beginning of all to water. I thought the climb was difficult, until that moment, when I seemed to descend. The rocks were wet and slippery from the rain, the earth was treacherously slippery. People down as they could, I don't envy those who have remained on top. Finally, breaking the descent began the second part of the epic called the overnight rain. Somehow does not sound romantic, but actually this is not.

It is the third day was the most difficult for all. Someone was soaked to the skin during the descent, someone lost when lifting someone and not wait for the evening soup, because it rained without stopping even during cooking. The matter was compounded by the fact that sheds any in the Parking lot was not, accordingly, all had equal rights to get wet to the skin already in the Parking lot, if someone does not have time to do it during the descent. In addition to the incessant rain has added gusts of wind from the top. Who managed to survive the evening and night worthy of great praise.

The fourth day. Visiting meteorologist.

The fourth day did not leave any hope for the continuation of the primary route. The rain that began, ended, and the sun all have already started to forget. In these days understand that our warm white bulb over your head - it is a great blessing and we are lucky to live on the planet Earth.

Somehow collecting their soaked belongings, we decided to take refuge at the weather station, which was close to our camp. Doing small quick March we arrived at the mountain station in Ukraine (unfortunately, I don't remember what was the altitude of about 1500m).

After some negotiations we still admitted. Part of me protested the fact that I lost the original route, but the voice of reason told me that it is better to stay warm and dried than wet shove in wet and windy unknown. Thus ended the fourth day, which brought both sorrow and joy, sadness and relief.

The fifth day. Mountain lake.

I think each of us prayed for the normalization of weather and wanted to "continue the Banquet". Part of our pleas were heard and the rain stopped. This gave us the opportunity to visit the famous mountain lake Nesamovite, which according to the legend gives the opportunity to find a soul mate, after it iskupalsia.

The road to the lake was both swampy and picturesque. I've always had a weakness for coniferous forests and mountain rivers, but when these constants are merged into one turns out magic. Types of this Radialka become a feast for my eyes, which could not be satisfied. Spending about 2 hours on the transition we reached the lake, which at first sight doesn't represent anything special, until, until you will ascend the mountain above it and there are magnificent views of the lake and mountains. Among our company, as it turned out there was a brave man ready to try their hand in the swim in this lake. Doing conceived our companion got out of the lake rejuvenated and happy.

The sixth day. Return

So it is the final day of our long-suffering hike. And in order to smooth their whims, nature has provided us with clear skies, bright sun and warm breeze, which carried us down. The road was just perfect, if you compare with what it was before. Crossing paths could easily say that everything went "flying pace" Reaching a checkpoint, all with relief and a certain sadness sighed, thereby marking the end of the hike.