Coming off the ground

Comment on the hike, "Water and Stones" 12.06.2011-17.06.2011
It was the first in my life, "wild" holiday. And perhaps the most extreme. Body only managed to be surprised))) Every time we set out to guide a new goal, I wanted to ask, "Alex, you're kidding or what? That's impossible! "But what's funny, we as a whole without Herculean efforts overcame the descents and ascents. Although the first ascent to the lower plateau us great surprise)) Never thought I could walk up the hill with a 20-pound backpack in 2 hours. But when we finally took our first this height, we shouted for joy.

 And yet was in these difficulties and a plus: they have rallied, and in general it seemed that we know each other a long time. Beautiful Mountains (I saw them at all for the first time in his life) offset fatigue with its beauty. And indeed the whole first day we met more and more with some interjections "ah", "wow," "uh tyyy!" And "Wow."
 

 Our small group consisted only of the newcomers: marching experience, no one was. However, our unflappable guide as a tank Lesch inspire us to new "exploits" and cheered every time. In general, the second day we began to settle and were more cheerful, oblivious to the conventions of civilization unnecessary. About the house the first few days to think it was simply impossible: a new and unusual situation of a fully occupied by the head. Instead, we slept like the dead.
 

 Never forget the second day of the campaign, when we went up to the upper plateau Chater-Dag, after hitting the shower. It is about 1500 meters above sea level. We stood there in the clouds. These low dragged a ragged mist over the plateau. It was very beautiful. Out of the mist at us unexpectedly ran a dog, and followed her out and another group peshehodnikov. The plateau was pretty cold wind, but neither one of us for the entire campaign is not cold, despite the fact that we are soaked more than once.
 

 Then we went to Demerdzhi. Mentally, I still stand on the trail, at the very edge and look around. Lightly drizzle rain. Fog plays hide and seek with us: we stand at the edge of the milky ocean, then we open up remote settlements. Krasotischscha!
 

 In the penultimate day we bodrenko, almost skipping step toward Karabakh. Frankly, we were pleased that the guide Lesch, calculating our forces did not lead us to the dress itself, and we stayed the night at his hillside. The evening was free, it was time to sit and think about the campaign, watching the sunset. Night Alushta burning colored lights.


 In our last morning we were going fast and hurrying to the sea. Along the way we were happy, as we fly into a run at him. On that day the sea was cold, so we ran out of it with the same speed as the ran)))) But it was very refreshing after so many days without a shower.


 To leave the mountains did not want. I wanted to wash and sleep off in a couple of days and return to the new campaign. And now, still pulling to go somewhere, and it is best to go up the hill))) Crimea, we shall return)))

 Masha Selezneva