Autumn 'tin' pati "

epilogue

... Our crew gathered all the ammunition, packed tents and sleeping bags, we are ready for departure. Handshakes and friendly hugs, nostalgic views on the camp. This time we went home this time, from that, we were the first. Not yet cool, easy taste of freedom, unambiguously did not want to go from consciousness. Understanding that this trip was coming to an end, he suggested some disbelief, but at the same time heated the consciousness of another point taken, another victory over itself ...

shortly before the start

... a new route, a new meeting, another break from real everyday life. We have been waiting for this trip for several months. And here was a call. The voice of "gesture" with some sarcasm asked: well what - do we roll? Will we conquer a couple of peaks? - Yes! Of course! We are ready! Coordinate! ...

first day

this time, we decided to combine the pleasant with the useful, namely to gather on a trip of white mushrooms. They left specifically a day before the assigned collection. Our Vinnytsia crew SUVs and family team of Aleksiyovych met in Transcarpathia with now together friends. A little briefing over a cup of coffee and forward! They rushed on known to all local forest lands. The local residents, as it turned out later, often visit the surrounding forests for the harvesting of mushroom crops, which is why we failed to find a couple of Bilyaks. Turning a couple of mountains covered with forests, we decided to move in the direction of overnight stay. The route at the intended point ran through atypical, an impression of the Carpathians, landscapes. And in fact, before that I didn't see the Carpathian Bald. We moved along the spine "... .." to the highlight of these places - the lake "...". I still do not rest with the question of why and where the streams on the tops of the mountains come from. Moreover, the streams that can form lakes. The amazing place surrounded by the peaks of the lake, a calm and windy depression that seems to be designed to calm the souls of souls.A wonderful dinner from a maestro, warmed up by a good company, forced the Ukrainian interior to open and leave a couple of singing folk songs to the local flora and fauna.

the second day

The Moldavian crew under the guidance of Pasha in the old Toyota and Chernivtsi boys joined us, unfortunately, a silent girl at the wheel of the "interpretive" UAZ and a very colorful crew commander Zurab. We started the ascent. Our first goal is the foot of Mount Petros, the second largest top of the Ukrainian Carpathians. Very twisted serpentine, replaced by a thick forest, then treeless viewing platforms overgrown with moss. Us were passed by hiking groups that were welcomed by our caravan and, unfortunately, all and so rarely growing mushrooms were selected. And here is a random stop. So to speak a small smoke. I found the first mushroom! Second! Third! Ten minutes and our stock has been replenished with several kilograms of good huge mushrooms. There was a moment when the competition for the one who will find mushrooms began. The leader changed every minute until the tank raised the mushroom from under his feet, the size of a good Mexican hat. I never thought that gathering mushrooms could have such pleasure. Never collected such big mushrooms!

the camp was broken on the highest plane at the foot of Petros. As always, typically, they broke the tents, stretched the awning above the table, prepared not a typically delicious mushroom soup and bograch. The crackling of semi -coated firewood in the district, and is friendly, but still, the company is not warmed by the fire. The unclear physical gesture is reminiscent of the person who awaits the train. Sergey from Chernivtsi arrived. Not far from the campfire appeared another table, which began to have quite interesting attributes of the type of metal glasses for cocktails, which are most commonly found in urban ham. There was a small burner and a number of other interesting items. Under the table was drawn a box filled with different types of capacities, as it turned out - the so -called "analyzes".

Culmination

A garland lights up above the table. The phrase "works bar!" Petros's foot. Time is closer to twelve. At the table under the flashing garland, the turn of people holding a container for the use of a burning sambock was lined up, and in the other hand - burning half -meter Bengal lights! A equipped punch is heated near the burner. There are no words. Euphoria. Everything is simple. Bar works!

the day of the third

Morning dew drops waiting for the sun's rays to evaporate in the form of fog, to climb into the sky and rise above the Carpathians. The smell of spruce. The original nature gives the morning marathon. Unforgettable grace.

the bar is still closed. The bartender in the merger with nature fell asleep on the roof of his 73 Toyota. The camp is quietly getting ready for departure. A few more crews joined us a night. Autobat and Verty from Lviv, two teams from Moldova, guys from Trostyanets of Vinnytsia region.

A little later, catering (Bar), offered tonic mojito with ice. The boys thought through the little things. Gray! The rise to the top of Petars left its share of extreme and emotions. The road passed on the slope of the apex, with the side of the rise walked up the wall up, at the moment when on the other hand, the steep slope of degrees of seventy ended at a good kilometer below.

places, so as not to break down, we had to press as much as possible against the wall, scratching the sides of the cars on the thick thickets of juniper. The view that opened from above is definitely worth it to come back here. The whole Montenegrin Range has opened its magic as a palm. And the grandeur of Hoverla, whose slopes opened our views, forced her breath. Pulled on philosophy. Humanity in the pursuit of progress, further and further departs from its origins, though most likely before every next step, it makes sense to look back so as not to harm the smallest that remains pristine.

They did not long with one short stop. The camp was broken near the old half -dug cheese factory. Went to exchange of experience. Who invented and added to his car, how he improved.Far north, Moldavian friends under their Moldovan wine told a parable in their native language. The meaning of which, once again, confirmed that friendship is one of the most basic concepts of this world. The expedition got an end ...

Second epilogue

... GPS fell dust in anticipation of new coordinates ...

p.s.

If you are tired of monotony and your heart breaks down to adventure. If the city asphalt is in vain eats the edges of your mud rubber. There is a way out ... International tourist offroade club "ITOC" is open to people who can not call the vagrant and traveling kilometers of unprecedented trails.

the SUV team

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