Hike (2)

Hello All! I’m adding another description of the hike, albeit in my interpretation :) === Cut === Home The idea to go hiking came to us back in the winter. My stories about being a leader in pioneer camp, daily night hikes into the forest at the campfire, and a trip to Vyoksy, which I did with friends 2 years ago... Everyone was fired up by the idea of ​​this hike. At first there were a lot of people willing: about 6 people. call them - because the day before the trip, almost everyone refused. Someone I had to go to work, someone had to do some repairs... The trip was catastrophic I was frustrated: someone had to take the tent, someone had to take an ax and saw... And since The man himself did not travel, so these items remained with him. The tent was obtained me from a friend literally in 1 day, all other items necessary for hike, we also found them. And all the participants in the hike came to the station: me (Vega, Vlad Sotnikov), FK0 (Kirill Frolov) and Kostya Verbov (author of the hard drive loader for KAY and the last producer of General Sounds :) Kirill and I rushed to the store to buy groceries: 2 kg. buckwheat, 2 kg. cereals, butter, salt, sugar, stew... Kirill grabbed a large bottle of water. On the way, I told him: “You know, Kostya has no idea what kind of adventure we’re in.” he was pulled in" :) But he really had no idea. When he saw everything webought it, his words were: “And are you going to eat this?” - “It’s not just us,” - I answered :) But he understood the sarcasm of my phrase later. Path In the meantime, we quickly boarded the train, which was supposed to depart from minute by minute. Having taken our seats and arranging our backpacks with things, we slightly relaxed. As luck would have it, I forgot my playing cards at home. However, the map area where we were going, I also didn’t have time to buy. Kostya suggested that I read Pelevin, "The Life of Insects". Read Pelevin I wasn’t on the train no desire, so I suggested playing a wonderful logic game "bulls and cows". The point of the game is this: everyone guesses 2 four-digit numbers. Then, in turn, the players call the opponent four-digit numbers, and if the number is in the hidden number and stands in the same place, then it is “bull”. If she exists, but stands in another (any!) place, then this is a “cow”. Kostya quickly got involved in the rules, and we played several games (though he didn’t want to call “bulls” and “cows” by their proper names. It looked like this: “two one”, “zero” two" etc. Straight binary number :). Then Kirill decided to play with me. He he asked me about some changes, but at first I didn’t understand what he meant. After 10 minutes of playing, everything became clear: he misunderstood the rules of the game, and didnumber shifts using the RRCA and RLCA methods. Here's the coder, damn it! And he told me the data The data was incorrect, so I basically couldn’t guess his number. Okay, gave up on the game :) Fortunately, in the carriage there was a constant buzz of traders selling various useful and just necessary things in the household, such as paper clips, ceramic self-heaters and other necessities. It was very lucky that we bought it right on the train Vyoksa card and playing cards. We started playing a stupid, programming game. Along the way, Kirill noticed that Mednonogov’s “Fool” was cheating - in In certain cases, he looks at the enemy's cards. This was big for me surprise - I dreamed of completing this game to the end for a very long time. So as not to emulate computer game (i.e. voyeurism), we sat away from each other so as not to the cards were visible and they began to play. Moreover, I always left either first or second. In the end, Kirill and Kostya got tired of it, they cooperated with each other with a friend and left me in the cold. I was offended and said that we should unite intelligence is dishonest, and I'm tired of playing. And indeed: we have arrived to our stop, "Priozersk". 1st day. I was afraid that there would be no free boats, that they would all be dismantled. What What we would then have to do is - I don’t know: pitch a tent near the platform andlight a fire? However, due to the not very good weather forecast, people There were few who risked going to Vyoksy these days. It stood on the pier many free boats. We went to the house to negotiate the rent and find out the price, and found a tipsy little guy. "Four days? 120 p. per day, so That’s 480 rubles from you.” Kirill and I were a little freaked out. "But you can go look at the neighboring marinas, it may be cheaper there. Just don't say that I I told you that." Kirill and I go to the neighboring pier. "It's up to you Sunday? Hy, then counting from today, 360 p. And not 480, like theirs. And The oars are plastic, not wooden, like theirs." Moreover, this is “y them” It was pronounced with a slight grimace. Yes, that's what competition means! We are delighted We take our things and go through the first pier. “Hey!” someone calls out to us. little man, - “Where are you going?” - “We don’t take boats from you, we take them from them!” At the same time The little man was slightly warped. "Wait! 100 rubles per boat! Until Sunday - 300 p.!" The three of us turn around and go to the little man. "Here you go now that man will give you a boat. Misha!" And that tipsy guy appears who asked for 480 rub. Approaching us, he spread his arms and said: “this is called “handsome” flint ears." Why it is called that, I don’t understand, I would call it "extortion in conditions of fierce competition." But the oars are really for usThey gave me wooden ones. Whether they are better than plastic ones or not - I didn’t know that, so I chose them for a long time. Everyone looked old and bad. Eventually I got fed up I took the first ones I came across, we loaded into the boat and finally set sail. The weather was wonderful, rowing was not so difficult. First at the oars I sat down and slowly swam to the accompaniment of conversations about new sophisticated computer glands. We decided to swim to Goat Island and start there. Having sailed beyond the small islands, we realized that we were confused. I cursed more than once compilers of the map (it was suggested that the area was being removed from satellite with a defective lens, which I tried to refute) we stopped on this Big Middle Island (on the map). We unloaded, dragged the boat onto shore (so as not to float away) and began to set up. I took a tent from my backpack, which I saw it for the first time. The tent turned out to be huge, the size of a human The height of a person is 6. But without a bottom. Which, really, wasn’t scary, since everyone there were sleeping bags. True, apart from the bottom, there were no pegs in the tent. What It was a little sadder: we had to make them ourselves. In the end we found something wonderful engineering solution: tied the tent to the nearest (and not only) trees. The ropes stretched for several meters around the tent (at night I was on them I came across it several times, I don’t know about the others). Then we started to make fire. Allit turned out to be much simpler: a fallen tree lay nearby, and we sawed into small pieces and split. Moreover, he showed me to be the best hewer yourself Kirill. Kostya and I couldn’t break anything. I don't know where he is learned how to chop wood like that professionally :) According to him - of course it worked out... Having gathered some wood, they began to light a fire. He didn’t want to flare up (to Let me just say: after 4 days we all lit the fire professionally). At the end Finally the fire appeared. Very happy about this, we placed the cauldron on the fire with water (and one participant in the hike was greatly confused by the fact that We collected water from the lake. "I won't eat this!" True, everyone ate porridge :) However, ash was persistently flying from the fire into the cauldron. We decided to close the lid. Kostya and I They took a stick with a cauldron, the cauldron tilted slightly, and... #$%! Well who knew that he hangs so precariously on a stick? However, the firewood was already wet. No bonfire it happened. An hour later, when the fire lit up again, we cooked porridge. First porridge! She It turned out to be extremely tasty. Of course! After so much work... Then it was evening. Songs with guitar, conversations, conversations... Anyway I wanted to sleep, and everyone climbed into the tent. Everyone fell asleep instantly. 2nd day. I woke up to a monotonous sound. Having come to my senses slightly after sleep, I realizedthat it's rain. The predictions of Internet meteorologists have come true! But honestly saying, I was not grateful to them for such accuracy. Gradually everyone woke up. “Damn, where did I end up!” - This is Kostya. Indeed: the first time on a hike, and get caught in the rain! Unpleasant is not the right word. And the rain keeps pouring and pouring... It’s wildly boring to sit in the tent, we wait (or rather, we hope) that it will stop. And indeed: by lunchtime it stopped pouring. Constantly looking at the sky (by the way, Over the course of all 4 days, we developed the habit of constantly looking at the sky, from where clouds are coming, what size are they... Living in the city, I didn’t notice this about myself. Modern man generally very rarely looks at the sky. Therefore in our lives so little poetry), and so, constantly looking at the sky, we carefully lit bonfire Fortunately, a large fallen tree, which we sawed again, is inside remained dry. Having prepared breakfast (lunch?), we perked up a little. "People! If we stay in this place all the time, we will soon get bored. Let's swim further!" Everyone agreed with me. Having quickly gathered ourselves, we loaded into the boat and let's swim. Having sailed beyond Volgin Island (it and the neighboring island loomed before us all morning: rather gloomy landscape), we saw a large water space. Finally we made it to the real Vyoksy! Everyone started with excitement discuss where it would be better for us to sail: to Nikitsky Island, as we wanted at the beginning,or further, to about. Deer. I looked at the sky and saw a cloud approaching. "No I want to disappoint you, but now it’s probably going to rain.”... We quickly agreed, that you need to land on some nearby island. However, it was too late: It started to rain, and quite a bit, I’ll tell you! Kirill quickly drove the boat to the nearest shore (it was Fr. Volchiy). So we sailed not far away. Quickly accosted shore in some reeds, I jumped out of the boat, found 4 trees suitable for In order to tie up the tent (and everything happened very quickly), I ran back: OK! We unloaded our things, tied the boat, laid out the tent, and set it up tie. And the rain didn’t just weaken, it gradually turned into light hail (!). Having quickly set up the tent (which took no more than 5 minutes), we abandoned all backpacks and bags inside. In the center of the tent (I repeat, there was no bottom), there was a small stone. I turned it aside and quickly left the tent jumped out. After me, after some time, Kostya jumped out. was under a stone anthill! It was necessary to put up a tent! But who knew? And on It's raining heavily outside. “No, people, I’d rather watch the life of insects than get wet in the rain!" - with these words I climbed inside. Follow me, a little later, in The rest climbed into the tent. The ants, meanwhile, evacuated underground. That’s how we sat and observed the “life of insects” close up - no Pelevinneeded! A little later, rummaging in his bag, Kostya pulled out a book. "Linux". What's his name Did you manage to take her with you? True, a little later at the bottom of my bag I discovered "Introduction to Turbo C". Hiking programmers, dammit! After looking through Linux, I unbeknownst to himself, he began to read. Meanwhile the rain stopped. Nobody except I didn’t agree to sleep on an anthill at night. I didn't care, but the rest decided that they would simply eat us at night. They were so convincing that I I doubted it and also decided to look for a new place. Climbing out of the tent, we scattered in different directions. Soon I found a nice large clearing near the shore. U There was a large stone in the water on the shore, and the shore was sandy. Beach! True, I didn’t want to swim at all (we had already had a good swim in the rain), but, nevertheless, everyone liked the place. We decided to move here. Returning back (I was walking first), I decided to joke: “People! Where is the boat?”... "Joke!" :) “You damn joker...” However, when we approached the boat, we saw that she got untied and is hanging freely near the shore... That's a joke! How can she not carried into the lake? Then the hike would obviously last more than 4 days, and we would I had to play “survival”. From now on, having sworn to tie her to no less than With 5 knots, I drove her to a new place. Then, when all the things were already moved, I dismantled the tent and carried it. And it started to rain again! Damn! Alreadyprofessionally putting all the things in one pile and covering them on top with one big (it turned out to be my sleeping bag), I again quickly tied the tent to the trees. As soon as we all got there, the rain immediately stopped. And more of it in wasn't there that day. Little by little we got out, lit a fire, and even started cook food. However, they did all this slowly and measuredly - it had an effect fatigue and the abundance of impressions we experienced this day. I laid it out for Drying things on a large stone that protruded from the water near the shore. Next to my sleeping bag and jacket are drying "Programming to "Turbo C" and "Linux". The myth that Linux is stable and invulnerable to anything this day has faded away. The book got wet no worse than all the other things. “What would a trip be without fishing?” - I asked. And he got everyone interested in fishing. True, after 10 minutes I realized that I wouldn’t catch anything... Either the waves were very big, or all the fish swam somewhere... However, here is Kirill, as a person persistent, he tried for a very long time to catch something. Eh! And I'm still before On the way to a friend I told him how many pikes I had brought! Oh well, okay. But we have a lot of stew! Having prepared the food and eaten, we did not immediately leave, but continued for a long time sit near the fire. Talk about PC, "MOA - glucodrome", FIDO and ZXNET were simply intertwined with discussions about modern musicaldirections, views on things and the philosophy of life in general. Everything was accompanied light guitar music. By morning I suddenly started to lose consciousness, and I went into the tent sleep. Kirill and Kostya went to bed later, and already in my sleep I heard them talking about that “it’s better to lie on the other side.” Why, I didn’t understand and I didn’t want to understand. And I fell asleep. 3rd day. I woke up sleepy and with a sore head. Now, in the morning, in the light, The reason for this became clear: we had set up a tent on a small hill. And I lay down head under the slope. Smart Kirill and Kostya slept with their heads in the other direction. What do they need Should you have woken me up? Oh well, okay. I crawled out of the tent and immediately looked at sky. Fortunately, there was not a shell there. With a sigh of relief, I began collect firewood. After some time, the others crawled out of the tent... At breakfast Kostya firmly announced his desire to leave after lunch. He system administrator, and at work he probably already has a bunch of computers fell out of the net. What a crappy job! Oh well, okay. The only thing is we don't We were confident that, sailing along the map, we understood it correctly. We could think that we are on the same island, but in fact we could be located completely friend. So I teased Kostya for a long time: “We’ll drop you off on the shore, and this there will be a big island. What will you do?" Nevertheless, if a person needs,it means it is necessary. But before lunch, I firmly decided to take a swim. Despite the fact that the previous days there had been rain, that the air temperature and the water also dropped, and despite the fact that I had a slight cold and therefore it doesn’t matter I felt myself, I firmly decided to swim. Because I understood: either now or never during this trip. At any moment it could start raining again and continue there's still a long, long way to go. So I climbed into the boat. Kostya decided to go with me. We sailed far enough from the shore, I fell overboard, and... Water, It turns out it was even colder than I thought!!! Also quite big waves... Nevertheless, I decided to swim. What a damn joke: Kostya decided to joke, and sailed away from me on a boat! @#$! I'm a very, very bad swimmer! I rushed after the boat. Fortunately, Vyoksa did not abandon me in the center. But the delight was wild! Looking at me, Kostya decided to take a swim. Apparently I'm infecting with the madness of everyone around. Not far from the shore he jumped out of the boat and swam to our beach. Which, according to him, turned out to be quite rocky. Then we loaded into the boat and sailed on. First we took Kostya to shore and Kirill accompanied him to the village (which was shown on the map; we they wanted to make sure that they didn’t drop him off on the island). The village really ended up where she should have been, so we are still guidesturned out to be not so crappy. There they did something very depressing to Kirill Impressed by the summer residents who were poking around in the ground on their plots in the wild heat with paws. I immediately remembered a line from the song of the group "Leningrad": "It will come summer, let's go to the dacha, in the hands of a shovel, @#$%$, @#$%$." To be honest, me too I never understood such country jokes. But, as they say, to each his own. And we The boat slowly sailed towards Fr. Volny. Swimming turned out to be surprise is easy. And the weather was simply wonderful, compared to previous days! Talking about modems on the way, about which Vicomms they have when we were there, we gradually sailed to the island of Volnomy. Those. in 1.5 hours we We swam the same distance as in the previous days! If it weren't for this rain... Nevertheless, we sailed beyond the island. Free to the spit, which was formed from Fr. Bullfinch. Moreover, Kirill swam along the shore back and forth for some time, trying to see the sign on the island, which he saw from afar. wanted read what is written on it. However, there is no sign near the island there was none. We could only assume that it was a mirage and a hallucination :) We swam to the edge of the spit, where there was a water gap between it and the other island.. However, the bottom there was shallow, and the abundance of stones sticking out from the bottom was not allowed to float. And the seats nearby were all occupied: the sound was very clearly heardelectric saws. "Friendship", probably. Why did it occur to someone to drive so far? Do you have a power saw with you? Well, everyone has their own jokes. However, it turns out I didn’t really want to be next to such a noisy company. But how to swim? The solution was found unexpectedly: “Let’s unload the boat, maybe it’s without things.” will it pass?" - I suggested. And indeed, without things and with one person, a boat passed wonderfully over the stones. Having thrown things into the boat from the other side of the spit, we let's swim. However, there was no wind at all - it was completely calm. "Mosquitoes us they’ll eat here,” said Kirill. And I completely agreed with him. Therefore it is necessary It was necessary to find a place where there would be at least a little wind. And so, sailing along the shore, we found ourselves almost at the very place from where they swam into a windless bay. Those. sailed around the island! Yoppst! But well do? And it was already starting to get dark. Having chosen a more or less good cape, we we stopped there and started setting up a tent. This was our last stop. Having moved a stone near the tent and finding ants under it, I didn’t even pay attention. attention to them. That's what day 3 means! However, it started to rain a little. Already experienced, I predicted it 15 minutes before the start, and when it started pouring, we Kirill and I were already sitting in the tent, where all our things were. It must be said that this There was the last rain, which lasted a little - about an hour. More to the endThere were no rains that bothered us so much. Right after the rain a rainbow appeared. The spectacle was amazing! Me again I noticed for myself how much we lose by living in the city: despite it seems a common occurrence; the last time I saw a rainbow was in childhood. I grabbed camera and ran to take her photo (only a small one remained of the rainbow piece). It was already quite dark, and the flash went off in the camera! Here, damn! It was completely unclear whether the shot would turn out or not. And turn it off there was no way: the camera itself decides when to fire the flash, and when not. I assumed that the camera was produced directly Microsoft's participation: Windows also always knows better than the user what the user needs. However, the shot was a success! The flash probably helped :) Meanwhile, the place turned out to be enchanted. The fire was never lit! Moreover the firewood was dry, the wind was blowing... However, it didn’t burn, that’s all. I had to constantly blow him up. The assumptions made were completely different: not enough oxygen for combustion (:), non-flammable wood... So for cooking The whole evening and the beginning of the night went by. In addition, the silence of the forest was somewhat darkened company standing nearby: apparently the guys came to have a blast and their vacation is in full swing. You could hear them playing spin the bottle for a long time. TOAt the same time, the tape recorder was screaming loudly, and they were listening, mainly, to Pygachev. Horrible! Having assumed with Kirill that they had ordinary batteries, and estimated their time work until discharge at such sound power, we decided that in 1.5 hours The tape recorder won't scream anymore. We could only hope that they had spare batteries didn't think to take it. Fortunately, everything turned out exactly like that, and we slept that night we are calm. 4th day, last. All good things come to an end. Yes, and we are tired. Having gathered, we sat down in boat and set sail. We were very grateful to the weather that it didn’t give us no surprises on the last day. It would still be possible to sail in the rain unpleasant! But the weather was great. We swam to the middle of the lake, where the waves They were quite large - they slightly overwhelmed the boat. Unfortunately, on They don't look big in the photographs, but you can see the magnificent color. Yes We slowly sailed past Fr. Volchevo, about. Goat, Fr. Big Middle... Farewell to places that have become so dear! So, in about 3 hours, we swam to Priozersk. Our attention was attracted by the station platform: there was an electric train standing next to it, and People were looking out of all the windows and staring at the bay. The spectacle was extremely wild! I suggested that a train from Finland had stopped there, and the Finns were surprised watching someone else sail not on a motor boat, but on oars :) However,As we swam closer, we saw that the train was simply standing behind the platform, and in front people are standing there. From afar, it seemed that they were sitting in an electric train. However there was pretty funny! Having handed over the boat, we boarded the train and went home. Conclusion. It's a pity that we only had 4 days. It's a pity that there were only 3 of us. It's a pity that the weather was bad. However, none of this stopped us It’s great to relax and get a boost of energy for the coming year. Those who don't let's go! Those who simply didn’t know! What should we put aside in the city for our time? things that are actually not as important as we think? What's it worth just get ready and go on a hike: by boat, on foot, in summer, in autumn? I I think this is not difficult for everyone. And let this story serve you as a rebuke and example :) Join us! === Cut === Vega/ex-Style Group. FIDO: 2:5030/885.34 ZXNET: 500:812/5.13 E-mail: vega56@mail.ru

*You will live long, Vlad!* It was 02 Sep 2002, you gave birth to a whole footcloth for All, about “Hike (2)”. She intrigued me, so I sent her a counter message. [creepy skipalovo] VS> And let this story serve you as a rebuke and an example :) VS> Join us! :) In short, advice (about parking) from an experienced tourist: 1. The best firewood is fresh birch. 2. The best tent is an awning made of polyethylene film 4*3 meters. 3. The best sleeping bag is a foam mat. In short, looking for dry wood for a fire is a perversion. ;) It is only needed for seeds. And the technology itself is like this - first from a small amount (enough one portion) of dry wood, a fire is lit, then, when the coals have already appeared start, you need to throw a portion there somewhere (maybe a little less) of birch sticks three fingers thick, then (when these sticks, even if the birch is fresh, the coals will dry out, light up on their own and produce thermonuclear birch embers) a portion of sticks twice as thick, and then, when those coals become available, you can Don’t pay attention to the thickness of the logs. As for the tent. In theory, a piece of film measuring 4*1.5 is enough for your eyes. meters, but a reserve wouldn't hurt. In general, near the fire (the closer, the better, but you need make sure that the film does not melt ;) ) the structure is placed according to the flyingnext is the drawing. I usually do it this way - I drive in the stakes first, and then the film. I pull it on, tying it to each peg (first put the film on the stake, and then I wrap the top of the stake on top of the film with electrical tape, stepping back from the top a centimeter two - holds up perfectly) In general, there is no effect “one side is warm, the other is cold”, in such a “nook”, If the fire burns well, it’s hot at night. Oh, and about the rug. As you know, it holds heat brutally, so placed in a nook on the floor. You sleep on it. What else would I like to say? From a birch fire in one session to health you gain weight, because, as you understand, it’s tar. So, you can get by here without a tent and a sleeping bag, at least a carpet with film is much lighter. I have a good military sleeping bag over there. (cotton), so it weighs 6 kg and kopecks. And its volume is quite large - it can’t fit into a backpack fits in. That's why he goes fishing with me only when I'm driving a car, or there is a personal porter for him. /That’s all, Vlad, what follows is only the truth.../