Mining Report Around Oshten

Notes on contradictory exercises around stacks

Despite day temperatures above 30, the fall is approaching. The nights got cold, the fields took off the harvest, the sun-burned grass is no longer happy, and finally the wind is the true satellite of the coming fall. The confusing conflict has become stronger. The lemans are scattered by birds, the wind blows, the mountains call themselves, the choices are more complicated.

In the past weekends, the choices were on the mountains. At the company of friends from the Broadcasting Club, we went to the mountains to visit one of the peaks of the Pist-Oshten mountain node located on the territory of the Caucasus Biosphere Reserve, Mount Oshten. The launch came out of the Instructor cheek, and the route was to go to Lake Psenodach, then through Fisht-Oshtenski, to the Fisht shelter, where the night was supposed to be. On the same day, depending on the weather and time of the route, it was planned to lay down the peak of Mount Oshten. On the second day, through the Armenian and Guseripple transshipment, we were supposed to go back to the Instructor Valley. In fact, the route was changed. When we left Krasnodar on two cars in Guseripple, we arrived at the place at midnight. While they got the bills to the Reserve and made sure the cars didn't get up from a downward section of the asphalt road to get to the Instructor Square, we had to go back to the Party Pole for a night. Thank you for coming a little later, Pasha, who delivered the whole team up to the Instructor Square in the morning at his Mitsubishi IO. We've been up and we've lost time on the asphalt road. In the end, the track of our walk is: The first day we've had a "supermatras"-- it's not enough that we slept and went out late, we went up to Osten's glacier circus and set up a camp there. In the end, after lunch, we've already had a hard time eating and falling asleep. While the sun was there, it was very good, hot, but when the clouds came in, it became very uncomfortable - the temperature's too high! The night of jee, when we went to bed, there was +8, and in the morning the veteran sides of the tents were cured. It's hot again. The weather is very counterfeit! By the way, dawn was very beautiful: Fisht's clouds are trying to penetrate the circus: On the second day, after breakfast, we were supposed to go up to the top of Osten, on the cool slope, then go down to the Fish-Osten transshipment, and through Fish's shelter, get back. They ran fast on the top, the view is very interesting! Great! Top circus: Photo for memory (I and Misha zt): Nadya's squeezing the colors open: And then there was a launch. Very interesting launch. For me, the man who was in Going in the mountains For the second time, it was very interesting. Hope is more interesting for the first time. The grassy slope was fine. Here's the bump... Larissa's tube was very well written about this in the report of last year's visit to Osten: "I'm staying on a solid fireplace to get out of the shoe of small stones, and suddenly I can't make myself step on this moving unstable surface. The cold wave of panic slowly crawled on the back, intercepting breathing, and it's starting to squeeze my mind when Sashin pulled me out of the chain. If it wasn't for him, I probably still stood there. I'll never be able to describe the feelings that led me when I clutch my teeth first step. I can't describe because they just weren't there, I turned my fear off with all emotions, feelings and thoughts." I had a feeling less acute, but Nadia described everything just the same: Anyway, when the whole group was downstairs, Nadia and I were only halfway through. The mood went up and the smiles didn't leave our faces, but then I didn't want to smile at all: Starting down (on the background of Pscheha-s): Somewhere in the middle of the smiling down of a limestone who's hard to catch with his hands, they're just starting to fall apart. Misha's on the radio said they went to the shelter, so we went on a part of the road together. After lunch at the Fišt shelter, the entire group moved towards the Armenian crossing. It's a very simple one, followed by the Guseriply transshipment, too. There was a cloud in the sky, it was already partying, so it was fast. I think we should've gone back to the Instructor's cheek at night, but Misha's been looking at a pathway map that gave us a chance to cut down a minimum of 1, 5-2 hours. Come on. Big plus I didn't have to go up, but minus went down the woods. I don't know who, but I'm not in the woods, but the alpic is much more interesting. But you didn't have to choose, you had to hurry. In the end, the flashlights didn't even have to be delivered, we went out to the asphalt. A further 6-7 km on the asphalt road down to the Party Pole (this part of the path Pasha cuts us on the SUV) and we're on the cars. It's over.