Route Mount Hoverla Mount Petros

01 February 2012 Travel time: with 28 June 2007 on 29 June 2007
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I accidentally came across a photo of Mount Petros on the unlimited Internet network, I wanted to go there. The opportunity presented itself very quickly, it was summer in the yard and no one had a desire to wait for autumn and rainy weather. But there was a great desire to once again break out into the mountains. And so, our friendly company of two people holding a route map in their hands, shaking in a diesel engine, goes to Vorokhta. Stations flash before my eyes: Nadvirna, Delyatyn, Yaremche, Mykulichin, Tatars and Vorokhta. According to the plan, we have Mount Hoverla and Mount Petros. On a fixed-route taxi, which accidentally fell into our field of vision, we reach the barrier. This is not our first time at Hoverla, as we have been there before. The route is familiar, but no less interesting for that. The same "Zaroslyak", stands as a guard, in a white robe at the entrance to the forest. Putting on backpacks you feel: "I'm at home! ". The first hour of the rise is not even felt. If you ask the local population, they say that a kilometer is the time that a person walks in an hour. On Hoverlyane we make a halt, rest, eat: tea, coffee, sandwiches. There are not so many people, almost all foreigners. Greeting the people you meet, everyone greets them in their native language: "Hello", "Hello", "Сześ ć ", "Ahoj", "Zdravo", "Hi". It is strange, but in the mountains, not knowing each other, all people greet each other and understand perfectly without knowing a foreign language. Stopping for an hour at the top, you completely break away from everyday problems. On the mountain, time passes somehow differently. The beautiful view that opened from the top gave us an incentive to walk to the city of Petros. We were lucky with the weather, a huge black cloud was moving from Petros to Hoverla. Having quickly descended from Hoverla, the Nesamovyte lake appeared in front of us in all its glory. The lake and the territory adjacent to it is an unusual, impressive corner of alpine untouched nature: high stony or alpine peaks covered with a bright green fluffy carpet, deep valleys formed by an ancient glacier, interspersed with stripes of high-altitude green alder and clearings of uncut grasses, steep gorges with protruding ribs of stone folds, ribbons of paths and cheerful streams with crystal clear water. It is interesting that there is a legend that if you throw a stone at it, it will definitely rain. We didn't check. Passing along the entire path, we enjoyed the mountain clean air and the panorama. We met a local huntsman along the road and saw a monument to the deceased climber. By evening we reached the foothills of Petros. There was not enough time to climb, so we decided to rest. The place where to spend the night was chosen quickly. They kindled a fire, brewed tea from mountain thyme and strawberry leaves. For dinner, a wonderful soup was prepared from everything that was taken with us on the road. For an overnight stay, we had a tent for 5 people, just royal apartments. In the morning we were covered with a thick white fog. After an hour the fog cleared and we began our ascent. The last of the Montenegrin two-thousanders was the most difficult for me. Having ski poles with me (a very useful service), it was still hard to climb. 2 hours of grueling ascent led to heavenly pleasure - the summit was taken!! ! Again a huge white cloud of fog hid everything around. Traditionally, they put a stone that was carried from the foot to the same hill, sat down to rest. The cloud has gone and we have a view of the surroundings. In the distance, a shepherd with the help of a dog drove a large flock of sheep. It was time to leave. Hoverla was all in the fog. Then we learned from friends that we were very lucky. The cloud that was moving towards us when we were descending from Hoverla brought rain there. From the side of Transcarpathia, where we were, the weather was dry and sunny. We easily descended from Petros to Petrosul and, not knowing the way, entered the forest. Several mushrooms were found in the forest. Along the forest, we saw the consequences of a recent hurricane: trees and bushes broken to shreds and uprooted with roots. Arriving in Yasenya at the station, we met acquaintances from Ivano-Frankivsk. Tired in body, but rested in spirit, we boarded the train. Green tourism in the Carpathians is just super!

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