Pink life

The wind carried it on the asphalt ground winds, surf Penile the walls. In those days, poplar blizzards, we continued the "Odyssey" 55 th parallel. With us was not just Andrew. I led the group. Building Superintendent - again George. Vick has remained a nurse. Victor does not change. Ed, too. Sasha turned into fishermen: rods weigh less than a gun, and hunting season opens in August. Summer - not winter - to the conclusion reached by Ed, take a bath in Juruzan. - Now I'm convinced that the need to travel only in the summer. Campaign - a maximum of pleasure, but remember cold nights, my heart freezes. Beginning of the summer season, in fact, succeeded. From the station Kropacheva bus reached Maloyaza, and hence close to Yangan Tau. Very nice place. The river, wild strawberries - a complete field. There are almost no mosquitoes. What else can dream of a tourist? Yangan Tau - a distinguished mountain. Over cracks in the slopes of the swirls the hot steam. Does not grow any grass. Bashkirs believed that people here blew fire on the ground. Riddle Burning Mountain is not solved. There are only hypotheses. Some explain the "burning" the transition of iron salts of nitrous oxide in salt - hydrothermal reaction with heat, while others - combustion of oil shale, the third - the rise of superheated water vapor from the deepest layers of the earth. The stones here smells of kerosene. Maybe oil under a mountain? That "whatever happens at the bottom, is being treated for rheumatism. The newly built resort, it is cultural mud baths. Treated here before. Dig in the mud pit, build a tent over it Ukroyut coat and sit for weeks. Assists - bring in a cart, move your foot is not can, and gets back to its course. "Warm mountains" of the people called this place. From Yangan Tau went to the south, along Juruzan. Strawberries tempt us. Only the commander title kept me from seeking to get on all fours and pick juicy, large berries, which was not the account. Guys might and main brow beat Mother Earth. was forced to make a speech on education will. acted on for half an hour. At noon, Ed threw out the "Black Roger: I'm not an idiot to pass the food of the gods. Hike - maximum joy! AND I am convinced that we will need to bring long and hard ... Because strawberries Limonovku came late in the day. Limonovki houses huddled in Juruzan, but on the opposite bank froze "the ninth shaft" limestone cliffs. stretch for tens of kilometers. coo at them bluish dove, fresh scent of white carnations, and somewhere darkly blacken the failures of caves - in the eyes sedoe past. They meet once every half a kilometer - Buranovskie have Idris, Salah-wool, a key - a cave city. Stone Age archaeologists found in Limonovki in 1938 finds were of great importance. There was a link between the parking areas on the Volga, and Tomsk. Hence, in ancient times people have lived throughout our country. Buranovskie cave found the skeleton of a woman. Her skull was lying in a pit on a red ocher. Here lay the decoration of green zmeevnika. The same burial found in Lake Onega and the Angara. On the wall near the entrance adorned a sketch of one of the first artists - the elk. Then the Urals was considered suitable for housing the place - the cave, a lot of game, weapons - stones, native copper. A little later (after twenty thousand years old) people are descended from the mountains and became pastoralists and farmers. There lived a vagrant tribes of hunters, so nearly two millennia, no traces of man in the Urals did not leave. Konyukh local collective farm, Uncle John, Joe, helped the archaeologists: Before the war, the scientists traveled all summer with them dug. Much has been found. Stones are all sorts of, bones. One that runner on the sleigh - Mamontovo edge. Caverns something I know how my five fingers. At the civic hid from the whites. "In guerrilla army was involved in the legendary old man raid Vasily Blucher, the first "krasnoznamennika." From the Upper Uralsk to Kungur were insurgents operating in the rear of whites. Blucher from the army formed the famous Chongarskuyu division, distinguished themselves during the storm of the Crimea. The old man also forced the Siwash, then built the CTZ, and retired - returned to their village and runs groom. he showed us a key cave. Accommodation is quite comfortable and spacious. On the floor of a two-meter layer of dust - it settled thirty thousand years. Found a translucent stones - rough semblance of knives. They can easily cut down a tree, scratched glass. Out of love for the thrill of sleeping in a cave. The good-natured village dogs barking seemed to growl saber-toothed tigers. Just like in the Paleolithic. And then blossomed on the rocks of white carnations, wild pigeons cooing, the river roaring bird-cherry, nettle and burned his feet. Nature is not changed much over the millennia. Only we, the descendants of the inhabitants of the caves have become smarter in many centuries. And in our mind is attached brick their mind. While going to the Ust-Katava, the weather turned bad. First, the sky overcast whitish film, as if flooded with skim milk, then coated gray blanket of clouds, rain zamorosil. The guys felt sad. Ed said: "It's flowers, the berries will come." Alas, he was a visionary, we were soaked to Chrysostom or precipitation, or swamps. In Ust-Katava climbed into the lair of fossil carnivores. Currently the cemetery herbivores. Bones lay in heaps. Here, you could execute an annual plan for collecting scrap - bones.