In winter, I always remember the summer, because I can not myself no way to addicted to winter sports and pastime. AND life for me stops waiting for the heat. Continuing to indulge memories (last time I wrote about my first trip to rubber slippers), I want to tell you how I once managed live in a tent for 3 months.
Back in 2005, I left for the Caucasus in the Renaissance, yes, to spend there as much time as you like. Bad, heat, fruit, the sea is not far away – because I took leave of my own on work (I wanted to quit, but gave a long vacation) and we drove off go there together with a friend.
The content of the article
- 1 3 months in tent
- 2 Return to Moscow
- 3 Moral of this fable
3 months in tent
Why did we go? Probably everyone had a youthful period maximalism. Personally, I had to deny all the benefits civilization. And the fix idea was that man is self-sufficient. and he does not need anything. That’s the way it is, I still think so, but that’s how it suits me specifically at this stage of life, You can find out only by checking. No sooner said than done. However, I’m not fool to go to the taiga, so I chose the Caucasus, summer, sea, the mountains. However, this experience has been revealing.
We arrived in the Renaissance
We arrived, pitched a tent among the same informals as we do. Subsequently, we still have built a film canopy ourselves, so that in the rain do not sit in a tent. In summer there is a whole tent camp is formed. And the real hippie life began. In the morning you get up, go to the river, plunge into its invigorating bowels, cook on bonfire, go to visit and chat, sit and ponder dolmens, evening campfire songs and tea in a circle. Then Rebirth possessed some amazing atmosphere of good and positive. We lived on the hill, and from it all the glades in the district were visible, which with the darkness of the fire was lit up by the flames of the fire and enlivened by the sounds guitars, violins and flutes. Everywhere were welcome guests. If you watched film about Robin Hood, the Sherwood Forest is very similar to what we seen that year.
Our film canopy in Renaissance
Hippie aborigines
Walking along the river Jean
Ice waterfall every day
View from our tent
When we were tired of thinking, we tried to cut spoons, knit, learn flute notes or new chords on the guitar. Or just went to the sea to swim, the benefit was to get just an hour Once we even had to put out the fire in Dzhankhot – in swimming trunks and barefoot we ran along the slopes and dug ditches, cleaned pads from pine needles and let fire towards each other (I in the book “Prairie” by Fenimore Cooper read it in my childhood and remembered). As a result, our parking lot was not burned down and evacuated. did not have to. All my life I remember how terrible this element is – a wall of fire going on you—
I pick out pine needles from the feet after a fire
A week after the fire on the background of burnt pines
During the summer we climbed the whole Gelendzhik district, accidentally went to trek to Semiglav, visited campsite in Asha and in Sochi dendropark, met a bunch of people, mastered hitchhiking, tempered so that the sea became unpleasantly warm, dropped all the fat, even the one that was not there, and realized that it was time to go home.
Dawn on Mount Nexis
On the mountain Nexis Lech trying to wake me up
On the mountain Nexis
Sochi Arboretum
We went to the mountain Tsygankov and fell under the 5-hour downpour, raincoats did not save
Dolmen near Pshada
Return to Moscow
After 3 months it became clear that the money runs out, summer too, and it’s time, probably, to go home towards the goals set. As practice has shown, life in the forest did not suit me, I wanted to to the benefits of civilization in the form of a shower, toilet, bed, as well as to computer and the Internet (walkers will understand me). Although the bed of the week two were not perceived and I slept in a sleeping bag and without a pillow. No less it was difficult to get used to the constant noise in the street and hectic as wild man shied away from everything in a row 
And then there was the work of an engineer of various specialties, searches yourself, marriage, travel, and finally everything came down to this blog, earnings on the Internet and the decision to leave Moscow for a place quieter. Further it will probably be even more interesting.
Savages before leaving for Moscow
Home to Moscow
Moral of this fable
Those feelings, the freedom and joy derived from the little things – daily swimming in the icy river, kind talks by the fire, stunning sunsets, the sea to the horizon, – impossible to forget, they changed my value system and philosophy of life. Once feeling the taste of real life, then it is very difficult to perceive surrogate pleasure. Who wants to eat a “plastic” tomato from supermarket after a tomato from the garden? Only those who have not tried, or the one who did not see the difference – It is clear that this is an allegory, and situations are different, but I still tend to think that real non-material joys.
I sometimes remember my childhood. How much was necessary for happiness: stomp your feet in a puddle, get a radio receiver under the tree, All day long ride a bike through the cottage, build a hut in the forest. I have forgotten how to rejoice? Or there are objective reasons why does an adult need to perform a series of actions to get the same the most sensations – ride on a yacht, buy a car, rent luxury cottage for the New Year. A bit strange
No, no, you do not think that I am campaigning for life in a tent. To me I also need things, a house, etc., otherwise I would not have returned to Even now Moscow could possibly have written these lines from some dugouts, and the photos would still be with some soapboxes (although I do not exclude that there are people who can live like this). Just after that tent life, my priorities shifted, it became easier to separate the wheat from the chaff – to understand what is really necessary and what not. It became obvious that, the cage, no matter how golden nor has it ever been able to replace my blue sky and forest. As if utopian it sounded like that, but making money went to the second plan in the name of occupations that bring satisfaction and in the hope that Sooner or later, the puzzle will match the earnings and self-realization.
P.S. With memories over, so in the next articles about Kaluga and Kharkiv, as well as I rummaged around in Thai photo archives and I want to share some interesting photos in my opinion
