We continued our tourist trip. The higher to the mountains of Altai, the colder it is. The weather has hardly bothered us. The snow took turns rain, and the sun almost did not show. All warm clothes that they took with them. Began to miss the heat, which was below, and from which we at first languished. But, despite that, we swam regularly — well, if you can call it swimming, ran in and out with shouts and eyes wide open. But I think the monument can already be put.
This is a continuation of the tourist trip to the mountains of Altai, and the beginning here: Hiking on the Maashei glacier. Part 1.
How much joy and glee there was when we found plastic a bottle of sugar. For some reason, no one thought to take it from home. And the sweet life began: porridge with sugar, cocoa with sugar — Tastier porridge than in the mountains of Altai, I probably never ate. But at home I do not want this at all.
Mountain Altai. Yellow dots are us.
We climbed to a height of about 2500 meters, if the GPS did not lie, and there camped on the shore of a bluish-green lake, with a very delicious water. Small playground, windless and with a bunch of cheburashek (mice with bulging ears). There was no firewood at all, just like trees from which they could turn out. Very useful the burners, both for food and for warming, lit them in the vestibule tents.
Mountain Altai. At an altitude of 2500m.
Altai Mountains. photo Boris Volchek.
And actually there was something for the sake of which everything was Glacier! Where are we and went the day after, as we camped. Us lucky for a couple of hours the sun came out, please us and warm. It illuminated the surrounding Altai mountains, the Maashei glacier. Before us This ice collar appeared in all its glory, sparkling and iridescent.
Here began the river Maashey. Very beautiful and intricate the gutter water protachivaet in the ice. Ice is rock hard though from afar looks like ordinary snow.
Altai Mountains. photo Boris Volchek.
Mountain Altai. Glacier Maashey.
Mountain Altai. Glacier Maashey. photo Boris Volchek.
Mountain Altai. Glacier Maashey.
Before this glacier, we walked for several days
We smeared with sunscreen, so as not to burn, but some it did not save. Cool and ultraviolet strong. Solarium resting, burnt noses hello! Enough to climb on the glacier we are back home.
Altai Mountains. photo Boris Volchek.
Towards evening we were covered with snow on the very knee. Such are they unpredictable mountains of Altai. This Russian winter has begun, was damn nice but horror how uncomfortable. Snow strove to fold our tent, and half the night we fiercely struggled with the elements, shaking off drifts with our awning, dragging stretching, making additional props Won a draw, we are just tired and quietly curled up.
Mountain Altai. It’s only the beginning.
Mountain Altai.
Mountain Altai.
Mountain Altai.
Altai Mountains.
The way back of our tourist trip was the same. route. I did not risk going through the pass, and there was no equipment necessary. We descended quickly, because the down is much easier than the up, it is logical, yes? There was a real incentive, the lower, the warmer. Although it was really getting warmer just by the road, at the end of the way. In the meantime, we had a few extra days left we devoted to thinking and eating the remains of a stash.
Returned to the starting point, to the unfinished hydroelectric station. It seems to leave I would not want to, but for some reason I was very much attracted to home. Not particularly deliberating, we went to the track early in the morning and an hour later we were successful busted the bus to Barnaul.
Mountain Altai. Unfinished hydropower station near Aktash.
Since we did not have return tickets for the train, it was decided go after Barnaul to Novosibirsk, as it is a major transport hub, and already there we can definitely buy a ticket before Moscow What was done, literally after 16 hours “comfortable” bus, in the heat, and on each other, we were met cool night glorious city of Novosibirsk.
Since we were lucky and the tickets were purchased without any problems, familiarity with this city was limited to the station, and the nearest supermarket. Where cute saleswomen looked cautiously at two overgrown men, with hungry eyes, raking up everything with counters. By the way, for some reason they did not know what baklava is and kozinaki. Do not eat in Siberia?
Then there was a train, a feast by the mountain, and discussions about where we were and what we saw this. We never ceased to wonder what unusual in the mountains of Altai, why people go there and go, many they get sick for life. Mountains, rocks, cold stones, very sparse vegetation to go far. Why? Isn’t the Caucasus better? or the Carpathians? And where is the promised energy in general? Where is the place of power?
Mountain Altai.
The parish happened in two weeks and already in Moscow. Alternately we everyone realized that they were sick, sick with the mountains of Altai. And really want go back there. It came to understanding how this place energetically strong, how special it is.
Indeed, this is a place of power. Remembering our tourist campaign, everyone drew for himself the conclusion that it gave him. Each remembered some important moments for him and everyone understood that he has changed. Yes, we have changed and it’s great!
P.S. Separately, I wrote a post, how to get to Altai.
