Such did not happen ye
Response about a campaign "the Romanticist коллекшн" on April, 30th - on May, 8th, 2011
9 days - such did not happen yet. In whole, in a route arranged all: and places on which we should pass, both kinds, and a direction, and especially the company in which it should be made. Fears were inspired only by duration of a campaign - and whether can?
Could. And you can - do not doubt at all. But about all one after another. Usually before a campaign I train. Pool, yoga, refusal of using the lift. A minimum two months of such cheerful life allow to go in a campaign of the average level of complexity the second-third person after the instructor. Anyway not to lag behind group and after passes not to rattle, as a dragon-loser.
This time all was differently. Since October of 4-5 times in a week after work study began. It came to an end at 21:30 and did not leave time for employment by any sport. Except a ladder. But to use to it I has begun too late - for a month. A result: liftings 2nd, 5th and descent of 6th days have seemed to me torture. Which could be avoided, but the history, as it is known, does not know a conditional inclination, and I had that had - slow rate at fast ascent and "the turtle" descent. It is necessary to prepare for a campaign. But even if the person does not have possibility is high-grade to train, all difficulties can be overcome. Routes - are passed, the organism adapts. And even on the most difficult sites you are not tired to be surprised to beauty of the Crimean nature. Can - everyone. There would be a desire.
The group has gathered at station earlier 10:00. Have bought in addition potable water, have waited provisions, lodge in a minibus. The road to Falcon is already known - it is possible to doze.
Here settlement. The first lifting upward confirms a weather forecast: there were rains, the earth размокла. We knead clay. On a halt someone goes into trousers, and someone puts on gaiters (they gaiters or "small lamps").
The first dinner. We plant a fire, we boil the first tea. Also we look narrowly to each other. The group has turned out mixed: Moscow (5 persons), Kiev (4 persons), Feodosiya (2 persons) and Kharkov (1 person). Total 12. But all is awfully conditional: Eugene-instructor lives in Feodosiya, but worked in different cities, to name it крымчанином more correctly; Eugene-rock-climber is based in Feodosiya and on Klementyev's grief, but studied in Moscow; one of Maxims studies in Kiev, but deliberates, whether to go to a magistracy in the Moscow State University; colleague Ira - "the conditional" Muscovite, it from Egoryevsk; I was born in Kharkov. Things in common are quickly, over a cup of tea and sandwiches. Likely, all business in tea.
The first spending the night was unique rather cold. Stood in lowland, at water. Into sleeping bags got, still warmed up by enthusiasm from conversation at a fire, to pull thermolinen have guessed not all. Who has not guessed - has frozen and was reinsured all next nights.
For the second day the group went vigorously, and has been decided to cut off road. Have waded the river Sary-uzen. After falls Silver streams we have gone upward - and have rested against a hollow with a spring and the dried up channel of one of its inflows. The canyon has been successfully forced. And the group has greedy attacked on a mountain slope Eagle залет.
Not so the height, as speed of its set is important. In this case the height was typed very quickly. Have gained треккинговые sticks: leaning against them, it is possible to lower loading on feet and to increase quantity of reliable support. Already at the top not clear shouts have reached us. Any group, standing metres on 300 more low, scanned: «Mo-lod-tsy!» Likely, to it therefrom it seemed that a wall отвеснее, and speed of our movement more impressing.
From parking of the second day it is possible to show a photo most походобоязненным to relatives. A lordly glade - a place wide, decent, with a thorough wooden table and the equipped centre. We have come on a parking lot early (and in all next days too we will come earlier, than it is planned). Have looked round. Has appeared, looked round not only we: over a glade the eagle flied. Flied low, slowly, frankly enjoyed the made effect: all have rushed to cameras, have run on a viewing point. And there and at all were stupefied: because of the next ledge one more eagle, and one more has taken off, following has appeared whence from below … Approximately 10 minutes over us 5 eagles flied. It was possible to make out curiously rotating eagle heads, маховые feathers on tips of the wings, puffing up plumelets on a back, to estimate the size of a bird … the Improbable show.
When has darkened, on a glade there have arrived foresters and till midnight sawed fire wood бензопилой. An order celebration over common sense: when they have finished, our fire already burnt down, and all have dispersed to sleep. It is necessary to hope that fire wood was burnt by neighbours in a glade.
The most popular kind of the third and fourth day - clouds under us. But to an exit on яйлу we had time to get acquainted with лошадьми, кабанчиками (behind a fence) and to see косулю.
To parking have come again before all and had time to arrange a bath, to weld soup and to run in радиалку to rocks. From them the heart-breaking kind on Opolznevoe opens - feel god from the Olympus. All is visible clearly.
Before a dream of 12 persons have drunk 8 (eight!) канов tea. All business in magic чабреце!
In the fourth day we have come by Forossky church and on a tangent have touched a civilisation. On Bajdarsky collars we equipped parking. The main thing - there was a water. At night the cloud continually crawled over camp. Lantern light stuck in "milk". Over camp owls flied, in settlement dogs barked, in a hollow косуля searched for the gentleman, and we stood at a fire as a circle of druids, and drank tea.
In the fifth day were a rock of Laspi, on pass - an exit «in people» behind chebureks and beer, an ascension on the Large sum-kaju (on the way constantly saw rock-climbers) and spending the night on Kokija over the Forgotten world.
Parking over the Forgotten world - one of the most beautiful on a route. If to pass hardly further, before breakage below, under steep rocks, the heavenly spot covered from other world by insuperable ledges is visible. But has passed a rain, and to make out the Forgotten world it was not possible. Sugar cotton wool of clouds Underfoot curled.
One more opening of the fourth and fifth days - iris glades and thickets of the Crimean peonies.
Next day we left on a beach the Fig and have risen on дневку. This campaign does not have "peak" - day of the maximum loading. The group very well has been prepared physically, was not unequivocally weak and strong: that came easily to one, was difficult for others and on the contrary - roles constantly changed. But as a whole by 6th day the weariness has collected.
Under the meanness law, задождило. But it has spoilt to nobody moods. Always to eat than be engaged: it is possible to undertake a sortie upward, to fortress ruins. It is possible to sunbathe on stones at the sea. It is possible to support fire and to be heated by tea.
Problems two: water (to a source it is necessary to go 30-40 minutes upwards) and fire wood (the people are occupied on the Fig as soon as snow descends, and leaves when it drops out. By May holidays high-grade fire wood, instead of brushwood, remained only above a track - i.e. metres on 200 above camp. That people in August, for me a riddle) burn down.
We had a rest, have relaxed, have languished. But it was necessary to go. So - again forward on a track by camps of respectable having a rest, young hippies, fans to knock in drums. By Gold and Silver beaches. With calling on a death Butt. Camp have broken over Balaklavoj. From height of our hill of Balaklava - quite to itself Monte-Carlo. On a trick there are yachts, boats, there-here scurry about white boats …
Certainly, has not done without messengers. They have brought bread, mustard, fresh greens and sausages. Mustard has appeared brutal. We smeared it on bread, fur-trees and cried. For completeness of sensations had a snack onions.
Next morning there was a descent on a track from small stones, walk on landing stages Balaklavy and farewell. Someone remained here to spend the night, someone wanted in a museum of submarines and already then to Sevastopol, to be washed and look parade, and someone was waited for by a train.
9 days are much for «a campaign for holidays». On the one hand, it is good: you have time to look at various kinds: and greens in lowlands, both stony яйлы, and mountains, and clouds underfoot. It is not necessary to think out, than still to be engaged before the termination of May vacation or holiday. Best of campaigns has entered into a route «Water and stones» and «Over the sea». It can be corrected depending on preparation and initiative of group. On the other hand, complexity level, on my subjective sensations, has turned out above an average. And if in group there will be no unity of interests and preparation, will take pleasure in process hardly.
Olga Pugach, Dmitry Timoshkin, Moscow