According to some information, translated from the Bashkir Iremel is the “Sacred” or “Magic” mountain, according to other data – from ancient Türkic, this word is translated as “a place that gives man strength.” In general, both are true, as it seemed to me.
We decided to take this small tourist trip to the top of the Big Iremel thanks to our friend living in those edges and adoring their native places. He was our inspiration. a guide and you can tell a mentor.
And so, one fine June morning a team of five the man arrived in the glorious city of Chelyabinsk to go from there in our next trip. We knew that getting to the start route to Mount Iremel, which is located in with. Tyulyuk, more convenient from railway station Elm, but it so happened that we had to go from Chelyabinsk.
From the Southern bus station we reached the town of Trekhgorny, where we already waiting for our beloved friend. The entrance to the city itself is only by passes, so we stocked up on food in Chelyabinsk. Bus from Trehgorny to sec. Tulyuk does not go every day, so right at the checkpoint we called a taxi. The road took us about half an hour, at least least, for conversations and discussions so it seemed to us.
And so the taxi stops and drops us off. Tyulyuk wooden gates of the recreation center “Rose of the Winds”. We did not immediately understand what’s up It turned out our friend decided to give us a surprise and agreed with the owner of the base so that we can steam in their wonderful bathhouse. Since this was not the first day of our long journey, such a surprise was very by the way.
The bathhouse was amazing! This spacious log cabin, every time we rushed out of the bathhouse and plunged into the icy river that was across the road.
And so, clean, rested from the road and satisfied, we decided continue our tourist trip to Iremel. Before leaving our the faithful guide-conductor gave us a little briefing. how protect yourself from ticks: lower leg, socks lift, the legs in the socks to fill, wear hats and most importantly, not to be afraid, there are a lot of them wrong. Bringing yourself into full combat readiness, we hit the road.
Iremel. Hiking.
We walked for a long time, sometimes climbing very strongly uphill, sometimes almost flat terrain. Magnificent pictures of the Ural nature replaced each other. It is difficult to describe exactly what, but the Ural Forest very different from Moscow region. One of the main differences places on Iremel, besides the vegetation itself, are called “stone rivers”. It is a cluster of stones, constantly slowly descending under their own weight from the slopes down hollows. Very beautiful natural phenomenon!
Iremel. Stone river.
The higher we climbed, the closer we got to the top. Iremelya, the more changed nature. It seemed that the forest here is like a layered cake: pretty strong on each level visible differences in vegetation and sensations. At first, the forest as if just met and got to know us, and then accepted and smiled at us. We had a serious halt only once in the meadow with a big stone, warmed by the sun. The rest times we just stopped at mountain streams to take water in small bottles (it didn’t make sense to get big ones, because the streams met very often). What is the unusual after all this water Iremelya! So delicious, clean, cold!
Iremel. Nature.
Toward the end of our route to Iremel, we went to unusual clearing: it seemed that nature froze here or just decided to stay a few months behind the general flow time and seasons. Our hiking trip took place in in the middle of summer, and it seemed that spring was just beginning on this glade! On the birch trees small green leaves just appeared, the grass under your feet is so soft, young and fresh! Why in this the place is so frozen, we did not understand, but it was interesting to commit This is a little trip to the past.
One of the most vivid impressions of this tour. there was a flat plateau with a magnificent view of the mountains Iremelya and the rest of the ensemble of mountains and forests of the Southern Urals. In spite of what was quite windy did not want to leave altogether. But it was already evening, it was necessary to have time to camp and cook dinner
Iremel. Nature.
Iremel. Kinds.
We reached the foot of the rocky summit of the mountain and camped. The very summit of the Great Iremel is as if folded in a slide boulders. In general, this whole place is soaked with magic time, the magic of antiquity. I never thought that the age of the mountains can feel! It turns out you can. But to describe these words sensations are very difficult. It feels the presence of something, but rather even someone very wise, magnificent, powerful.
mountain Iremel.
Iremel. Vertex.
Dark and cold air with our fatigue rather quickly drove us through the tents and sleeping bags.
Morning on Iremel. More than fresh. We wash in a cold brook, have breakfast and go to the top of the ancient owner of these wonderful places Iremelya. Backpacks with tents left below, climbed light. It turned out that climbing on piled stones, many of which almost as big as you, if not more, quite simple and fun. Although when some obstinate pebble began unexpectedly stir under my feet, it was not quite by itself.
Iremel. On the top.
We got to the top of Iremel and were stunned by the look open spaces and beauty! Truly not for nothing was our hiking trip! At first we just admired the views. South Ural Mountains, then our delight gave way to desire to split up. Somehow, without saying a word, everyone went on a stony site of the top of Mount Iremel. Someone went to the edge, lay down on a stone hanging over a cliff and looking at the sky, someone sat down nearby and began to peer into the distance, someone went take pictures, someone – take pictures, someone decided to go around the entire area of the Iremel peak along the perimeter, someone read the inscriptions on stones left willing to capture themselves in eternity by tourists. Everyone had some unusual condition and sensations. To me I really wanted to sing …
Iremel. On the top.
Stones with patterns of millennial lichen, man-made tours, magnificent views of the surrounding forests and mountains, the presence of antiquity, wisdom, experience gained over the centuries …
Iremel. On the top.
I did not want to leave. But sooner or later it had to be done – we were guided by the departure time from s. Tulyuk bus, which runs only once a day.
Going down was a little more difficult than going up. Then everything somehow happened quickly. Such bright emotions were on top Iremelya, that all thoughts were still there. Back we went pretty quickly, trying to catch a bus. They ran on strong slopes – it was fun.
On the bus, we had time. He was a bit crowded but overflowed. very kind, sympathetic people. In cramped, but not mad we safely reached station. Elm.
Interestingly, on the way back, I mentally came back again to the top of the “Sacred Mountain”, and suddenly one very important thing came to me awareness, or rather the answer to the question that tormented for a long time, and suddenly decided somehow by itself. Thank you, Iremel! ..
Iremel. Kinds.
Iremel. Kinds.
