Day Six – немецкая дорога, Печенга и, наконец, Заполярный.
Не смотря на поздний отбой, подъем дался нам относительно легко. Завтрак, сборы. Как то не верилось, that in this campaign it was our last night in tents.
Going morning walk up the hill with a specific purpose (will not elaborate with what), I returned to drawing two mortar shells caliber over 100 mm. These were not the only finds of this kind, in the evening, before the Musta-Tunturi Eugene found near a road mine. I hasten to refute accusations of idiocy: the mines were no detonators and explosives. The tail part of the same represented the empty pipe without the gunpowder. Over these mines have someone to work and they represent themselves only a shell. And I still want to warn of future explorers Rybachi: do not rush paw similar findings, case detection is not neutralized ammunition (from the words of diggers) are not rare.
leave, and not even it's too late. Began to overcome the German roads. We built it at the beginning of the war the Germans, as the rear. Technically it is not easy, but walking on it to go anywhere is not necessary. On the map it is marked by almost straight lines, but in fact it always winds between the mountains and lakes, because of what the actual distance increasing times in half. Straight and flat sections, it has not. According to her all the time, or slowly creep up and frantically rushing down. Down the road, almost always runs near some lakes. It looks incredibly beautiful.
traffic on a busy road can not be called: for all time we have met all three cars and a group kvadratsiklistov. Two of three cars stopped on the one hand, and obviously not going to take the road whole. I can safely recommend this road mountain biking enthusiasts, and motoenduro kvadratsiklistam. Of the vehicle as the road to cope with this far Not every SUV. Although I think the army "ATVs" GAZ-66 and Ural, I think, will be held without any problems.
very interesting design of the road. Often, the side we see that the road was built, apparently by hand. All stones are adjusted one by one. Apparently this is the reason that 70 years later, the road still in good condition.
on the road quite often come across modern ammunition. Fresh (2002 issue) 5,45 mm caliber cartridges. and foreign, caliber 308 (7,62 mm.) vinchesterovskie.
passed and lie right in the middle of the road round (Plural, most likely, a tank or artillery do not know).
By approximation to the dinner time stopped for lunch near a beautiful little lake with a duct. After lunch, a few kilometers, we passed a "pistol" lake. Lake was among the local name of "Pistol" is clearly in its shape. On the map this lake can be determined almost unmistakable. After the lake the road turns a good grader and begins a smooth descent to the Bay Pechenga. Before her, the last on the route, a small but very pretty waterfall.
Pistol
They came ashore Pechenga lips when it was low tide, that we were pleased because previous day, from the diggers, we learned that after the German roads would be special stage : A small strait, which can be crossed only at low tide. Go tell that it was disinformation: to overcome the canal with a bike is always possible (On the Internet is video, as it ferried a group at high tide - the water around the chest).
We reached ducts crossed. Water was maximum in the knee, but it is very silty and muddy, so udelalis. IMHO - no need to look where the smaller, moreover, directly.
Attention! Immediately after the described channel to action begins military training ground, where warriors are sometimes seriously played in the war. Of course, if you have not ran into the cordon on the German road soon all quiet there, but who knows these gouging ... So do not jump out at speed on the ground immediately after the ducts, but be careful to look out and look around.
When we passed the ground, there was quiet. Although the passage of "pistols" on the road we met an army 66-th Gaz, who was standing there obviously is not just so. As he rode past him, I caught the phrase "manage to slip through." Whether it is to us do not know.
After polygon crossed the bridge over flowing into the Bay, river Pechenga. Immediately after the bridge began Pechenga city. When traveling, it appeared that the city is halfway out of the military part, due to that military facilities have been made to the road.
Despite the fact that we have already started breaking the no coffee, 3-in-1 and biscuits "Jubilee", a shop in Pechenga not deserve our attention, and collecting all the will in a fist, we passed the turn to him. Decided to go directly to the city of Polar and there has to arrange a celebration of the stomach.
Asphalt from Pechenga to Polar - sucks. Coarse-grained and does not "rolling." A ride on it is not so little: from Pechenga to Polar 23 km. On the road Polar arranged to camp with a dip in the creek.
When, finally, the road turned on, the Polar, the spectacle was opened is not the most pleasant. The town stands on the background heaps of ore. Oti the left of a large factory, which brings down the pipes, settling on the city smoke. All this smacks of man-made hell. At Polar we had not just. There we planned to sit on diesel, which was to take us to Murmansk.
Here we expect a nasty surprise: we expected diesel was supposed to go only to the 3.15 nights (we thought that it would be in the hours and arrived in advance). Station, by the way, is located in the plant. As Once we got to the station, we drove up to the guard and asked whether we know that we are at the factory and what we are doing here anyway. Our responses satisfy him and he left, but we have to rack their brains over what to do next. It was originally planned to purchase snacks and sit down at the station, but when they saw the station to sit on it perehotelos. All the dusty, dirty, filled in some heavy oil-grease-kreazotom. Went to the shop, buy snacks. While standing at the store, the local (sober among them was not ... but how else is on a Friday night) learned that the parks in town and if we are to nature have to go out of town. Let's go back to the station hoping to find something, but absolutely nothing on the road was not. As a result, already at the entrance to the factory, about whether an abandoned warehouse, or shop, found a relatively clean and quiet area, where made a real feast. Coffee and cookies were delicious.
Polar. Above the city smog.
place of our halt (this place was the most enjoyable in the city)
station at the plant (photo by Eugene)
pomerznuv Few at the station at 3.15, we still went to Murmansk. In a diesel engine a bit and slept all morning, enjoying the scenery outside the window. 7 hours Our diesel has overcome about 200 km. and in the beginning of the eleventh morning we were in Murmansk.
Continued - Murmansk and ... The Kola Song for saying good!
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