As you celebrate the New Year, so you will spend it ... (2)
The second of January. Stop chilling. The mountains are calling! It was supposed to walk along the Botkin trail to Krestovaya Mountain, and there, according to circumstances, either climb Ai-Petri, or descend to Uchan-Su. The weather is still sunny. Having reached the zoo from the highway, we found a new object - an open-air dolphinarium. It wasn't there in March. Now it was empty. Probably, the dolphins behaved badly and the water was released to them. In a couple of places from the road everything was perfectly visible, you can not buy tickets.
A poster was finally hung up at the beginning of the trail. Now you definitely won't miss it. At first we were hot and we took off our jackets. Then a very fresh breeze began to blow, and we put on jackets. And so several times. Then the snow began to appear on the trail. The higher, the more. Where the snow melted and then froze, ice formed. Walking was not very comfortable. We were overtaken by a guy in full ammunition - in boot covers, with a backpack and with alpenstocks.
He stomped very briskly, cutting off the path to the maximum by abbreviations. Probably slept on New Year's Eve. Then we met another man, also equipped. Well, we went out for a walk - in sneakers. Then they overtook us, then we overtook them. At the end of the ascent, there was such a disposition - in front of the guy, then we, then the man. We seemed to be guarded.
On Krestovaya Hill we were greeted by such a WIND that we did not dare to approach the edge.
And to go to Ai-Petra something got sick. If it blows like that here, then what is going on there? Yes, and snow there, I suppose, up to the ears. And we are in shoes. The men, apparently, were going to go there, but even this did not inspire us.
They stayed for a photo session, and we started descending along the Shtangeevskaya trail to Uchan-Su. It was hot again, even somehow sultry.
I wanted to swim. Behind the "devil's bridge" a waterfall flowed from the cliff.
Rainbow!
The wind in the Wuchang-Su gorge was also not weak. They didn’t swim or approach the edge of the waterfall. Well him! We went down to the foot, once again captured the waterfall,
and along the already familiar path we returned to the zoo.
It was still quite early, and we, having grabbed a bag, went to the embankment. The Christmas tree had a grove.
There were a lot of people, but there was no frame anymore. And where is the logic?
At the end of the embankment, a new attraction for those who like to tickle their nerves "Free Fall" has opened. 200 r from the nose.
But we are used to finding free adventures for ourselves.
It was decided to devote the third of January to the gorge of three mountains (Uch-Kosh). Having reached the village Dolossi, go up the path.
Snow began to appear. The higher, the more. Soon all human traces disappeared, only animal tracks remained.
Alas, we weren't lucky enough to meet the animals themselves. However, among all sorts of different others, there were those that looked like dogs. But what do dogs do away from home? Without a person, they usually do not go for a walk. So, it’s good that we didn’t meet with the one who inherited here.
This time we didn't even get lost and clearly went to the beginning of the gorge.
But there was snow! It's good that the nast was quite strong, and we almost did not fall through. Somewhere under the snow flowed a rocky river.
And in case of failure, it was easy to break your legs, or, at best, just get wet. However, the sneakers were already wet from the snow. We checked the network - but there is no network! Well, everything is as always! And they didn't tell anyone where they were going. Vadik still failed with one foot. He escaped with a bruise and flayed skin.
Then things got more fun, human footprints appeared, and soon the people themselves. But everyone, for some reason, went towards us, that is, up. Stupid! It's better to go down! There was no more snow below. It was quiet and warm, and, having found a suitable bath, we finally bathed. An idiot's dream came true!
It was our last day. On each trip, I tried to visit a new place, or at least come up with a new route. This time I came up with the idea of climbing Ayu-Dag. We once climbed it along the northern slope. But we heard from friends that you can climb from Partenit. Then we did not want to go that way, because it ran through the Krym sanatorium, the entrance to which was paid. Now I was hoping that the Kalitka cooperative had ceased to exist.
And the weather began to deteriorate. Approaching the bear, they noticed that it was covered with snow. Two girls came out at the turn to the mountain, apparently to climb the path familiar to us. Well, we moved on. We will go the other way!
In Partenit, they asked the driver where they could climb the mountain. He replied that it was necessary to go out where the girls were. We said we know, but we'd like to get up from here. He said that then you need to go through the sanatorium, the entrance to which was located directly at the bus stop. At the entrance we explained to the guard what we wanted. He said that we need to buy tickets at the box office, then he will let us through. Nothing to do, trudged to the cashier and laid out a hundred blood rubles (almost half a bottle of port! ). The guard let us in and told us that we needed to go to another checkpoint, where they would let us out onto the mountain.
We walked along the embankment and around the territory.
The military sanatorium grabbed the lion's and the best share of the territory of the village. Entrance only with tickets or passes. Perhaps the locals issue passes for free. For what, in fact, we paid, it is not clear. The resort is in a very run down condition. With traces of former greatness. Nice park and beach. That, in fact, is all. The ticket read "Service No. 1" (or 2, or 3). What it includes - history is silent.
We have reached the desired checkpoint. The guard fiddled with the lock for a long time, stubbornly not wanting to open. I assumed it hadn't been opened in a long time. After leaving the gate, we went along the road, taking it slightly uphill. I noticed that we almost did not gain height. Something is wrong here. And what do you think? Along this road, we reached the rear of the bear, where the path upstairs began. The one that we have already walked, and most importantly, completely free! Well, aren't you liars? LOSHARY! We wanted something new!
But there is nothing to do. We started the ascent. Close up, the rock, which seemed slightly powdered from a distance, was fairly covered with snow. The trail is not fenced in places and is very icy.
How do we get down? And the weather is not very good. A dark cloud was creeping up. The sea has become a similar color, justifying its name.
We still lacked rain, well, or a snowball!
Somehow we climbed up and went out to the observation deck over Gurzuf.
The loud sounds of a New Year's performance came from Artek. The day before, we saw several passing buses with Artek workers dressed alike in orange jackets. Like American convicts. I remember that one of my friends, who visited there at one time (I don’t know for what merits), said that they took away all their clothes and gave them official ones, down to shorts.
The trail marking ended on the bear's hump.
I don't remember if it was for this reason or because of laziness, but we are here and finished the route last time and went back the same way we came. Then it was absolutely dry and very warm. And now there was snow, and in some places - mud. And on them traces were clearly visible, going somewhere to the left and down. We decided to follow them, hoping to get out, nevertheless, to Partenit. Along the way, we hit a completely flat area. Probably UFOs landing here. Strange boulders rose up. Where did they come from? There was definitely nowhere for them to fall. We are almost at the top.
And no people! At one point the path forked. We went to the left and met the first people. They told us that we should not go here, the path is very steep and rocky. If you do not know it, then you can fly away. We thought it best to return to the fork and go right. We met people in time! The right path was well packed, the road is straight! On it we went down to the very bottom and ran into a locked gate. Without difficulty, they climbed over it and ended up... on the territory of the Crimean sanatorium. The checkpoint through which we left in the morning remained a little higher on the road. There was no one to present tickets. Once again cursing themselves with the last words, they left the sanatorium. No, if you live in Partenit, then it makes sense to pay for the passage. Although you can also take a bus to the place on the highway from where the road to Ayu-Dag goes. And you can also make your way along some paths bypassing the sanatorium. But who knows them, these trails?
While waiting for the bus, which runs quite rarely, we walked to the city beach, and were convinced of our suspicions. The best part was at the Krym sanatorium, and the second best part was at Aivazovsky. And the city's unfortunate beach huddles between them.
Returning to Yalta, we took Madeira and went to the embankment. Sat on a bench. A little rain began to fall. Holding a glass in one hand and a fotik in the other, I call the dogs passing by. When I caught another one in the frame, I saw that she was not alone, but with the police! Her hand gripped the glass tighter. It's good that the bottle is in the backpack. Phew! Passed by!
The rain has intensified. Madera is over. But I don't want to leave. We haven't left yet, but I already want to go back. Let's go wander and take a picture of the wet evening embankment.
The rain rinsed all night. In the morning, while we were walking to the bus station, he calmed down a little, but then he started up again with renewed vigor. When we passed the pass, the hostess called. We never got to meet her. She did not have time to come for the money. I left them, along with the keys, in the hallway on the bedside table. However, on the occasion of the rain, she did not want to leave the house at all today.
We all thought, how are we going to sip across the border in the rain? Let's get wet and put the suitcase in the mud. But beyond Dzhankoy, the rain stopped as if on cue. There were no cars or people on the border (just like the Syabrovs in the song). Either they got their tails twisted, or we were just lucky, but thirty-five minutes later we were already boarding the bus on our side.
Snowfalls began the next day. We slipped through.
PS. This time we were not too economical, after all, it was a holiday. The trip cost us 16 thousand rubles and 900 UAH.
