We continued our tourist trip. The higher in the mountains of Altai, the colder. The weather has hardly bothered us. The snow was replaced by rain, and the sun almost did not show. All the warm clothes that they took with them came in handy. We started to miss the heat that was at the bottom, and from which we initially languished. But, despite this, we regularly bathed ... Well, if it can be called bathing, they would run in and run 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 is here: Hiking on the Maashei glacier. Part 1.
How much joy and glee there was when we foundplastic bottle with sugar. For some reason, no one thought to take it from home. And the sweet life began: porridge with sugar, cocoa with sugar ... More tasty than cereal than in the mountains of Altai, I probably never ate. But at home I do not want this at all.
We climbed to a height of about 2500 meters, ifGPS did not lie, and there they set up camp on the shore of a bluish-green lake, with very tasty water. A small playground, windless and with a bunch of cheburashek (mice with bulged ears). There was no firewood at all, as well as trees from which they could turn out. The burners were very useful, both for food and for warming, lit them in the tent's vestibule.
And actually there was something for which all ... Glacier! Where we went the next day after we camped. We were lucky, for a couple of hours the sun came out, to please us and to warm. It illuminated the surrounding Altai mountains, the Masha glacier. Before us appeared this ice colossus in all its glory, sparkling and shimmering. Here began the river Maashey. Very beautiful and intricate gutters are being drilled by water in the ice. Ice is hard as rock, although from afar it looks like ordinary snow.
We smeared with sunscreen so as not toburn, but some and it did not save. Cool, and ultraviolet strong. Sunbed resting, burnt noses hello! After eating a lot on the glacier, we returned back home.
In the evening we were covered with snow on the very ... knee. Such here they are unpredictable mountains of Altai. This Russian winter has begun, it was damn beautiful, but the horror, how uncomfortable. Snow strived to fold our tent, and half the night we fiercely struggled with the elements, shaking snowdrifts from our awning, dragging stretching, making additional supports. The draw won, we were just tired and quietly zadryhl.
The return trip of our tourist trip wasthe same route. They did not risk going through the pass, and the equipment was not necessary. We descended quickly, as it is much simpler downward than upward, logical, yes? Although for those who have problems with their knees, guys are not logical. There was a real incentive, the lower, the warmer. Although it was really getting warmer just by the road, at the end of the road. In the meantime, we had a few extra days that we devoted to thinking and eating the remnants of the nest egg.
Returned to the starting point, to the unfinished hydroelectric station. I didn’t want to leave, but for some reason I was very much drawn home. Especially without deliberating, we went to the road early in the morning and an hour later we successfully stopped the bus to Barnaul.
Since we didn't have return train tickets,It was decided to go to Novosibirsk after Barnaul, since it is a major transportation hub, and there we can definitely buy a ticket to Moscow. What was done, literally after 16 hours of driving on the “comfortable” bus, in the heat, and on each other, the glorious city of Novosibirsk met us with the coolness of the night. Since we were lucky, and the tickets were purchased without problems, familiarity with this city was limited to the station, and the nearest supermarket. Where cute saleswomen looked cautiously at the two overgrown men, with hungry eyes, raking everything from the shelves. By the way, for some reason they did not know what baklava and kozinaki are. Do not eat in Siberia?
Then there was a train, a feast, and discussions, wherewe were and what we saw. We never ceased to wonder what is so unusual in the mountains of Altai, why people go there and go, many fall ill with them for life. Mountains, rocks, cold stones, very sparse vegetation, go far. Why? Isn't the Caucasus or the Carpathians better? And where is the promised energy in general? Where is the place of power?
The parish happened in two weeks and already in Moscow. Alternately, we all realized that we were sick, ill mountains of Altai. And we really want to go back there. The understanding of how energetic this place is, how special it is, has come. Indeed, this is a place of power. Remembering our tourist trip, everyone drew for himself the conclusion that it gave him. Everyone remembered some important moments for him and everyone understood that he had changed. Yes, we have changed and it's great!
Our route route along the Gorny Altai to the Maashey glacier (Mazha)
P.S. Separately, I wrote a post, how to get to Altai.