Day Four - Rybachy from north to south.
I woke up on that clapped canopy tent. I put a tent in the evening on the basis of direction wind, and fasten it to the end just too lazy. Wind is a night changed its direction by 90 degrees and was blowing very strongly.
After that, everything is familiar and banal : Lift, buffet breakfast, taxes. All morning, half a kilometer from our small herd of deer grazing, and it seemed we did not notice. If anyone then had to "pee on a grand scale, then went "in-oh-oh-o-n for the hill" at 300 meters. Closer was simply nowhere to go.
fourth day was very special to me view is not marked. Crossed Rybachiy from north to south - from Cape Mal. Skorbeevsky to mount coils and lips Eyna.Do lunch, rocky, and sometimes not technically simple, which sometimes flowed streams (which is typical along). We passed the height of the parapets are completely covered fortifications and trenches (very small).
Proshvyrnulis the trenches, hoping to find something interesting. Serega found half-rotten cloth sticking out of the ground. Pulled in a dozen of her sleeves. When a clear one, were disappointed: the year of release liner was 1952. So these were not the remains after the war, and remnants of the exercise took place on the island later. Apparently the military did not hesitate used for strengthening exercises started during the Second World War.
fourteen and a half
passed at this altitude two mass graves. One represented the number of stone slabs more or less regular shape stuck into the ground on one of the which was half-rotten helmet.
After reading the book "The Orphaned shore" I have the impression that not all dead a fishing could be buried, but this, apparently out of luck.
... every soldier who fought on the side of the Germans, knew that in case of death he will be buried in all the honors at a cemetery in Petsamo, and his personal belongings will be sent home.
Russian soldiers fought under the cover of the bodies of fallen friends. Fatalities in the attack for years remained in the neutral zone. We still can not give the names of all the defenders Musta ridge, laid her head for their country. Shame and bitter, ladies and gentlemen ...
M. Oresheta orphaned coast
The second tomb is clearly post-war. The monument at the foot of which three helmets and a bowler hat. And the list of bodies buried on a marble slab.
near another stream had lunch and drove on. Ride was fun. Stony ascents and descents are preserved, but they added a great many fords. Some easily passed. Some were overcome with the bike at the ready (On the principle that if it is still wet, or leg or both legs and a bicycle, it is best to wet the feet only). Brody with running water were not particularly unpleasant, and Here's where the water stood on the road, there is smell of diesel fuel, and to bathe in such was not like that.
that's such great road ...
one of the many fords
went ashore lips Ain. Beautiful place. If it were not for the need to adhere to the schedule, could spend the night here. There is a flowing river and a small creek.
Bay Ayn
Next in the group had little debate on how to ride. Rise is back on the mountain and Hank go as planned or to go on the detected road along the sea. And she, and other roads, in theory, should lead us to in subsection Bol. Lake. Only the road "povrehu" envelope from the north hill Hank has been verified, but about the way the bottom is known there was nothing. Fortunately, good sense prevailed enthusiasts head of exploration and we decided to go for a proven way
from the lip Ayn went back to the mountain Hank and drove along the road leading to the Bol. Lakes. Again a large number of fords, but when the road went along the coast (from the mountains to Rokapahta Bol. Ozerka, along the shore lip Bol. Skein) relief lined and quality graders had improved markedly.
On approaching the village of Big Ozerki question arose about the place out for the night. Sleep near "neftegorodka and ruins Bol. Ozerka did not want to spend the night should therefore hold or right now on some of the rivers (in this section fall into the sea once the three rivers - growth, Poltyn and Morozov), or already on the Middle Peninsula that meant 10 more miles. krutezhki. The quality of the road favored, so we decided to turn to medium. On the way I died spring, distributing pads. Spent another 15-20 minutes to replace (luckily, Seryoga had a couple of spare sets himself then I do not care to buy a spare before departure).
village of Bol. Pool drove past without stopping. Slipped "neftegorodok" wrap around so our track. Quickly passed the isthmus between the fishermen and the Middle. At the entrance to the Middle turned onto the road, leaving the north-west (Toward the camp. Zemlyanov (Pummanki), on the western shore of the lips Volokovaya).
The idea was to get to the river bulging and there spend the night. Generally, the north-east coast Medium rivers mentioned small (generally only on dvuhkilometrovke bulging), and therefore the place of lodging options are not many.
We got to the point where the river empties Lunge in the sea. Of the isthmus between the Middle and fishing road is of a medium quality grader, who from time to time, changed nasty sites of coarse gravel and cobble. Near the place where the river is protruding into the sea is the host. Earthy (Pummanki), where there are several residential (judging by the light in windows) of buildings. Sleep next to them the desire not arisen, and in the search overnight turned to bulging river on the road stretching to the south-west, leading into the village. Earthwork. The road, judging by the map, runs parallel to the river but the river could not see. Congresses of the river, too lacking. Right and left of the road dense bush, parading through which randomly does not like. As a result, about a kilometer away, while on the road, we heard the sound of the river, and proceeding from the fact that at this point the river should is closest to the road and turned. Having less than 100 meters have been on a steep bank of the river protruding where they stopped for the night.
site chosen at night, it was pleasant enough, but not without flaws. First we were on a steep, steep bank, at an altitude of 6.5 meters above the water, and every time descend a saucepan with some water pose a particular challenge. And secondly, it emerged this morning, our side of the river was shaded in the morning and there was not very warm. In place of the pros looked like a waterfall and an abundance of mushrooms.
Continued - Day Five-Peninsula Middle
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