My first hike!
In August, I had a chance to visit the first big hike - the Great Caucasian Reserve, with access to the Black Sea (near Dagomys) and a small unplanned excursion to the Don : )
The best vacation in recent years. . . Yes, it's hard under a backpack, but the mountains. . . it's a passion, nothing else. . . sweaty, wet, dirty, with a dead breather, you still climb up!
Crazy starry sky over the parking lot, and thunderstorms, and snowfields, and the sun and the purest water, when you can drink from any river or stream... the sea, the water after sunset is warmer than the air, and you swim away along the moonlit path...
I authoritatively declare - there is happiness! )))))))))))) Thanks to TourClub "KP" that opened this miracle to me!
In the photo gallery, a selection of photos with comments was squeezed as best as it could, but I really wanted to convey the whole versatility of the Western Caucasus.
From the non-fitting comments to the photos.
Grad The second day in the reserve and we rake the snowdrifts between the tents, the camp is already saved in the photo)
Hail from a pea up to 2 cm in diameter. It hurts so bad. He caught us 500-700 meters from the camp, we went to the sea as young leopards from bruises)))
Pass again. It was from here that we went to Oshten. In the first radial exit, I could not get up. "I died. " It was insanely insulting, but I and 3 other girls returned so as not to delay the group.
3rd day in the reserve, rise again at 6 am and exit to the pass already with backpacks, there are no photos from the trail, because there was no photo. Again 2200, further descent to the Fisht shelter. Two girls from those who turned around from the mountain the day before decide to leave their backpacks at the pass and rush up again, because. Tomorrow the ascent to Fisht is more difficult and the instructor will take only those who have submitted to Oshten. My leg already hurts pretty well and I understand that the next day the big question is whether I can go somewhere, I caught my breath, a couple of sips of water and we also decided to climb. In total, 6 people gathered, one guy went with us, who got up the day before to show the trail. We were already on the slope when the thunderstorm again covered, the grass and stones were wet... slippery. Below they wave - come back, but it's also not interesting))). The rain ended, lucky - no hail. But then fog began to swirl, the pass below was not visible, they ended up in a cloud... Here they were already scared, but the wind quickly carried everything away and climbed up again. I tell in words, because was not up to the photo. I don’t know where this 10th breath came from))). Maybe the words of the instructor at a halt - "It's all in the head, and the carcass, if you want, will go everywhere... "
Oshten. 2806 m Not so much But mine))
