Speak about Kachkar

Speech about Campaign on Kachkar (Turečchina) in sickle 2020

Gory do not deprive anyone of anyone. Every day we see limits, we get angry with the mainstream, we are tempted to fit into the standards and impose our own. We often destroy ourselves under the informational influx of wealth, mass media, brands... We are influenced by the people, and not by those who we are. Perhaps the fire itself may be of particular importance - as a kind of filter that deprives everything that is important, valid, at the level of instincts and DNA.

Day 1. Vilit

Just recently, the opening of the airport was at the forefront of the mainstream – especially with a number of foreign additions per month. Kozhen rukh i krok be automatic, everyday, familiar. Hundreds of flights and landings, dozens of airports, terminals and business bays. And today, all everyday life becomes unique - wonderful guesses about the abundance of light.

2 flights, bus, quest for exchanging pennies, road under the flood and the first point of the night is Raft camp near Ardeshen. Dosch promises not to deprive us of the wound. The music of the city will sway the board.

Day 2. Start

A gloomy morning, snacks and kava. Having packed it necessary, we are deprived of the raft camp. The local taxi rushes us to the point of the beginning of the track, Turkish music is mooning, the edges of many settlements and mountains are hostile - another Turkey is being revealed, the salty sawdust has been reduced to the all inclusive format.

The track begins on an initially unpaved road with a moderate elevation gain. The clouded sky every hour predicts a mighty plank, and the local species of sectarian schemes continue to fight with the skin.

After lunch, the sky clears up, and snow-capped peaks appear on the clear horizon. It snowed…

We are gaining altitude. Raptovo appears to be important in the legs and buttocks - we already know a lot from Nepal, but at 2500 it is not cleared. The beauty of the place impresses with its views - in front of your eyes you can see forested meadows with harsh rocky and snow-covered hills far on the horizon. We’ll figure it out there ourselves tomorrow. Just one look at that heavy winter cold.

Having passed the small settlement, we are surrounded by a tabir. Ice is confronted by the discord of speech and the establishment of plans - we are tired of the plan... Such a feeling of satisfaction

Day 3. First pass

The evening's forecasts did not disappoint - the night was not as cold as summer. The ice-covered surface of the tent confirmed the battle - the temperature dropped to 0. I had to muster all my strength and courage to get out of my sleeping bag J, without even mentioning the tent.

However, the superfluous views and the unpretentious rank beauty of the Georgian masculinity quickly compensated and any doubts and unrelenting discomfort were alleviated - the soul began to swell at the sight of the sick.

A remarkable development of textures, textures and flavors – a variety of colors of flowers and a cold, silvery frost, so that thin cobwebs of crispy little grains criss-cross the ground, gently awakening from sleep.

The sun rose more and it became warmer. Cows appeared on the field, barking mercilessly on our marks and clothes J.

Having flown, we continue to flow away from the flowing Girsky river, so that some guide will lead us where in the hidden expanses of snow-covered rocky peaks.

The first traces of snow will soon appear. Our first pass 3000+ is ahead. In the distance, the ice is noticeably swarming with lances of different-colored moorahs - the tourist group descends into the valley. Having caught up with a group of tourists from Belarus, we discover that we may be in a new place – Kachkar in the snow...it’s important to pass. Raptovo becomes niyakovo. Looking at my light trail cuts, I regretfully think about the booties.

Having given success to the groups in helmets, we moved on.

At the pass we are bitten by a winter-like cold wind. The fire revealed an unforgettable view of the snow-capped mountains and the valley, finely cut with small ridges. Descent.

Having quickly run downstairs and wetted the pan with dry juice, we sat down to eat lunch. Some of the group rush to the lake, which may be ordered here. And we are deprived of the grace of the fairy-tale beauty of the landscapes, greedily enjoying the tranquility and majesty of nature nearby.

Within a few years we become a camp. The wide gala, framed by Girsky shils, the orange setting of the sun and the unreal beauty of the starry sky - the eyes are spoiled to absorb images, trying to record the skin detail in memory. Tired and tired of the euphoria of the good times, let's go to bed.

Day 4. Excitement and excitement

The early rise of the sun - today our goal is to gain another three feet of height, camp near the foothills of Kachkar, and when the time comes, acclimatize by running into the radar.

Already with the beginnings of the morning, the food and ranka kava are being prepared, but the heartbeat is moving and the headache is getting worse, so it’s better not to fry with the height. Kava is budding...

Having collected the shoulder pads for ourselves, we are leaving.

The road leads us again like a river, through pastures and cattle farms. In front there is a long climb of 3300.

Year after year we climb up the mountain, and we stop in front of the small lake Atsiz Gyulyu - here we camp. Without hesitation, over the course of a year, we collapse into a small radial cell, onto a landmass, thickly covered with stones.

At the moment, a wonderful anxiety appears, stones crumble under your feet, clubs get stuck - then you know about yourself. Part of the group expects to climb to the nearest peak (most vertical) of the handrail. My excitement and summer benefits will be lost until tomorrow, even if there is a day ahead of the convergence - you need to save your strength.

Day 5. Skhodzhennya to Kachkar

The night was anxious and cold. The dream and thoughts were going on and on... A million scenarios and possible options were spinning in my head. Having woken up close to the third morning (either nervousness or the characteristic manifestation of heights), sleep was no longer possible.

The official podium (how can we call it that) passed the moon on the 5th. An hour to gather and eat is barely an hour. Apparently about the 6th.

The first small pass, and a panorama of incredible beauty appears before your eyes. Once again, it’s amazing to see the unreality of so many landscapes. The sapphire clouds of Lake Deniz, the snow-covered rocky slopes and the peak of Kachkar are our current goal

Without further ado, having checked out another group of tourists from Ukraine, we carefully begin our descent to the lake. Steep cuts and stitches on heavily snowy and icy stones seem completely unsuitable for normal movement. Is it possible to make snow and get up? Is it possible to turn around? The raptovo becomes smooth, the skin cells of the body are concentrated in Russia. Grasping the protruding stone with our hands, we continue the remaining meters of descent. In front of the eye, Lake Deniz is a mirror of the local world - sapphire, cold, enchanting. Having died for a little while, having collected our thoughts and group)), we are destroying them further.

There are a lot of uphills and downhills – stones and snow…snow and stones. Every hour your feet sink into the snow, your clubs get stuck between the stones. The stitch is broken in places, the stone is “alive”, covered with snow and ice to top it off, it doesn’t allow you to relax or move. Ale singing Kiril, our guide, says – let’s move on.

Just a few dozen meters and the landscape becomes stunning. The vertical rise may begin to strain. We are still ruined by the stitch. As soon as you put tourist signs on the route, it’s not too hot. Having previously recognized the situation, the instructor led us onto a path trampled through snow and stones - a steep and long climb, cut by overhanging stone razors, covered with ice from the mountain jets. The tension increases, the brain begins to loosen the skin of the arm, the eyes search for the ideal surface - the altitude is over 3700 m.

Ensign Turecchini, with a red coin, flutters here far away, pointedly, because the top is already close. I lost everything. The screams of the first tourists are already slightly joyful - then our fellow countrymen from another group have finished the rest of their lives.

Another crock, another…. YAHOOOOOOOO! It happened! We're on top. Cosmic landscapes stretch across dozens of kilometers. The power of nature and the meagerness of man. Oh my God, I gave you permission to rise. Calm, warm all around the world.

An hour at the top of the flight is incomprehensible. Otherwise, everything froze completely - only the grief was lost. Inner calmness echoes with the command to descend, and at the mere thought of descending, the heart begins to roll - in front of the heaviest part of any convergence.

Having gathered our thoughts, we ate with the bow vertically downwards. Snow... stone... - skin, folding algorithm. The ice presses onto your feet, step by step downwards.

Just 4 years later and the smooth surface becomes a gift for us. Joy, and wonderful inner peace - we have earned it!

The gangway is behind us, it’s not yet time to relax. Today we can make another trek for a few years and, having dropped the altitude to 2600m, camp in Dilberdüzü Camp.

The silhouette of Kachkar is lost behind. Taking a last look at the top, we still can’t believe that we were there just a few years ago. A bunch of photos, a little bit of fixing, and a barrel with a crumb that falls down.

Day 6. Reality pose

Today and today's day ensured a good night's sleep. For the first time in a few days, I didn’t have the opportunity to wear all the warm clothes - a few degrees + they told me about myself. Traditionally, we go up, eat, collect and again continue to drop meter by meter. And in just a few years, we are recruiting them again. There is another difficult day ahead.

Today we reach another pass. Most likely, you can quickly guess frames from films about extraplanetary civilizations, less important to the eye of the Gerian locality. In reality, the rest is wasted. The mighty rocks have sunk hundreds of meters away, the deep and intangible sky and we are little lanterns of different colors against the backdrop of the grandeur and beauty of the local mountains.

Having passed the pass, a mental stitch leads us down. The growth appears, the gloom becomes closer - we otherwise see in them. The climate of the area suggests that there is a body of water nearby, and therefore a place to spend the night. We are frozen by the sight of invisible beauty, which burns around the skin with a ridge of erysipelas and orange maroons. As soon as the sun comes around, it’s time to start the camp.

Day 7. Turn around

Warm and sleepy morning. It's already an early start. In the mirror of the lake there are silhouettes of the mountains, the sky and the marvelous calm. In a few years we will go down to Ayder. Tomorrow part of the group will fly home, and who else will they be looking for?

Nadiya Shvets, Kiev, breast 2020