When the Hutsul gods laugh

Video about the “Highest Peaks” hike, June 27 - June 2, 2015 This hike is a clear illustration of how and why changes are made to the route, how everything doesn’t go according to plan, but the group still rejects Satisfied with the hike. Once upon a time the Hutsul gods had a great laugh.

Especially for me, everything didn’t start according to plan, since the release smoothly moved from the sickle to the winter, but about this campaign died a long time ago, and was left to come regardless. Little evidence of independent campaigns has already arrived.

At the starting point, a large group of people disembarked from the buses - both big bearded guys and pretty girls. They took their part of the group vantage from the instructor and destroyed it. After the first steep climb, they took off their clothes and started walking more cheerfully on the right. First sights, first gloom, rain, wind.

First stop - hummingbirds in the meadow, crawling in the tents. As it turned out, coming to the place for the night is not enough, you need to find firewood, heat the stove, and cook the evening meal. It’s important to have dinner while you’re on the go, unless the restaurant doesn’t offer anything more delicious. Outside the rain, the wind rustles, and in the crowded, not at all clean atmosphere, the fire in the hot stove crackles, the soup gurgles and smells from the boiler, and in the light of the headlights there are sounds of yourself, familiarity, heat, traditional “scary” stories and Hutsul folklore from an instructor. First night.

Vranci come, eat, virashaema far away in the city of Petros. During the summer season you can feel both the summer heat and the autumn cold wind and drops of wood. And also recruit chornitsa. Yesterday's feathers can now be felt in the legs and on the shoulders. Ale mi already more, the edges beckon and add the bajanya to collapse far away. We marvel at the gloom that quickly flies by at the same altitude as us, now appearing, now haunting again the distant mountains, valleys, and villages.

The lower town of Petros, where we had lunch, hit us with gloomy fog and perhaps winter wind. And when the wind began to pick up, it was already whipping and blowing through. This was all about testing willpower. More than once, in the fog and cold, it was necessary to set off and travel with part of the group to traverse to the next stop. We didn’t give up, we reached the top, and a droplet blew in the wind. Photo for memory.

Axis and the time has come to win favor with the Hutsul gods - first change the route. It turned out that the participants in the hike could not safely descend the stone-covered snowy slope. Think about your troubles. A decision is made to go down not the short route to the place of the coming night, but to the point at the beginning of the climb and begin the long route around the mountain with a traverse. Unacceptable, important. Golovna - take advantage of the opportunity to walk in the evening and night walks of Georgia as a benefit and to avoid satisfaction.

It’s good that in the warm climate, the other part of the group was already preparing the evening and was celebrating the first victory over themselves, the first peak achieved. The instructor’s job here was to get the group together, not to “let out whining”, but to get together and go, to charge everyone with the right mood – which is what they will achieve.

Day three. Koliba between the city of Petros and the city of Hoverla. The altitude is close to 1500m. Constant strong wind, gloomy, rainy, cold. Falls fall for more than a decade a day, which made it possible to climb without backpacks to the top of Goverlya - just as cold and snowy. Everything is cool and welcoming, beautiful. On this day, another, unfortunately, necessary decision was made. Through uncertain weather forecasts and the unwillingness of some of the group to spend the night with such minds on the Chornohirsky ridge, we descend from the mountain to the hotel and work on the radial forks.

Quarter day. A long descent through a beautiful forest down to the settlements, bus and hotel. It’s noticeably warmer downstairs, and the hotel pleases you with a hot shower and a delicious evening. Plans for tomorrow - we will climb to the observatory on the mountain Pip Ivan (Black Mountain) - for me, I have to overcome pain in my knees when I show up on the descent.

Friday's day. The Hutsul gods of this day simply recited. The weather is warm and sleepy. It won’t hurt so much for Colin, spontaneously you’ll most likely try to climb the mountain together as a group, and if you can’t, check back at the starting point. We drive along an old minivan along a dirt road, enjoying songs. We've arrived. We went to the mountain, I didn’t know, I lit a small fire and sat listening to the whispering of the forest. Vodiy, kind, welcoming uncle, treated me with homemade lard and lubricated it. Then he showed how to lubricate the large white mushrooms found immediately, then the hour passed, it was better to sit at the hotel.

The group descended from the mountains, showed their photos, with the spirit of them groaning and with the words: “This day is the best of the entire hike,” and they went home. If you don’t say “gop”, you won’t re-arrange the documents, it’s time to get started. The minivan, which had been knocking so loudly before, stalled. It was already dark, we were stuck in the baggage for tens of meters, we started the ice, and off we went. It was damaged again and again, the engine was so damaged that it was beyond repair. Forest, dark, cold, no connection. Volunteers went to the nearest village to help. At this moment, I needed to rediscover satisfaction from the benefits, and not complain about my lot. They lit a fire, snacked on leftover lunch, zucchini, and whatever else they had. We admired the Chumatsky Way against the backdrop of the dark silhouettes of the high twilight, and mingled at the end of the month. A decade later, another minibus arrived and took away a few of us, already frozen and tired. Would I have exchanged this for a delicious dinner in a warm hotel? Don't think. The next day - the road home. The hike was over, the weather became ideal, but we were all the more laughing about it.

All day long, our instructor Yuriy has perfectly completed his work, keeping his hand on the pulse of the psychological state of the group, and is immediately able to train the concentration and concentration of forces during the transition, and then to relax and laugh until the end. Simply exaggerating the tireless optimism. As a result, the group, which is often not prepared physically and to cope with such weather conditions and reliefs, still had a great hour, thanks to a positive attitude.

Well, if the Hutsul gods play with you, but they love you, they are satisfied with the campaign for whatever minds are left in your hands. Just laugh. Also, prepare seriously before your hikes and properly assess your strengths.