Kachkar - third try

News about Hike to Kachkar (Turečchina) in Lipny 2021

We are going to Kachkar again - a huge mountain in the middle of Turechchini with a height of 4000 m. Especially for me this is the third trip to the Pontic Mountains. І axis of main importance in front of the roads:

• With me I am walking a 14-river son who has never been above 2900 m
• I am walking in shorts, with a light quilt sleeping bag, without a down jacket, but with a helmet
• I am taking a drone (DJI Mini 2) and the Sony battery
• we will go into the limelight, and not into the sickle, as before

Trabzon is a great seaport without the constant pressure on the beach. We flew here for the first hike to Kachkar (3937 m), but honestly, the seemingly small hope was that in front of the mountains we would get stuck in the sea.

Daremno - a single pier in the center of the place where it was possible to cut into the water without being closed for reconstruction. And it was impossible to go anywhere for a place any time, any day. We also bought 5 cylinders of gas, kilograms of cherries (a few are cheaper than in Ukraine) and ran through the hills of Trabzon from the so-called acclimatization radio station.

We found a quiet place in the park and flew some drones - the airport is very close to the place and above the center of the drone is fenced. Then we gained altitude again, this time on our own - we climbed onto the hill where there were cafes with samovars and a wonderful panorama of the place.

Varto respect that in the 5 years that have passed since I first looked at the place, it has become more beautiful. Robots are working on the renovation of districts in charge of the bazaar. Build great overpasses and tunnels for a new highway. In the deep ravines, instead of the dark slums, marvelous park areas appeared. On the central Maidan, most people are wearing masks, but the restaurants are open, and the tourists are not interested.

The trip to Kachkar is a short trip (1 week), so you don’t want to miss an hour, but from the first day go into the atmosphere of the city. It may be that our water is flying along the mountainous dosage due to the viscosity of the vinischuvach, dancing on the kerma.

The trip itself began with two Turks who took pictures hugging a fluffy “bear” with a bouquet of flowers. And there are absolutely no other reasons for us to spend the first couple of kilometers crawling under a sticky sleepy board. On Kachkari dosh is one of the main characters and this shows me that there was a lot of space in our interview))

We set up a camp right behind a steep little place at an altitude of 2400 m. I remember well the last time, when we spent the night at 250 meters above sea level, many tourists already had mild symptoms of mountainous illness, without even becoming ill. And at this station the boys also found some khmizu for a fortune. This cannot be ignored!

We climbed the first pass (3165 m) during the hike along Kachkar completely easily. No one complained about the mountain’s illness (last year, in this very place, the groups were already tossing their heads) but about the important shoulder pads. The boys hauled firewood across the pass for the evening wind... I fell asleep with the thought that everything could be one of the manifestations of the same miner (euphoria).

At the pass we were hit by a storm, but then we quickly swooped a little lower, pulled up the awning and had a blissful lunch to the sounds of the rain and hail. And the night arrived promptly, and the weather calmed down the night before. Everything is great. From just me (as a guide), the miraculous appetite of this group is becoming more and more intense. No one is weak at altitude and the products are known for their fantastic fluidity. As soon as it’s gone, then within a few days we’ll reach our moisture reserves and finally start to peck at the cows...

We are standing in a camp in the middle of the majestic Girsky valley. There is such hostility that there are no people for many kilometers around. And the fragments themselves came here for them, then I don’t tell the group that the closest madness is less than two years away :)

Let's go! (in the face of starvation, marvelous forward post). We went to the shepherds, and for a few bucks they added a hefty bag of brinzi. Now the group is walking up the mountain singing, I would say in a non-stop way.

Even before lunch we arrived at the place of the upcoming night - on the shore of Lake Atsiz Gölü, the altitude of which is 3300 meters. Last year we got fresh snow here, as well as perhaps lonely snowdrifts, or old, winter ones. However, in general it’s warm and cool here, and a thundercloud appears from behind. Terminovo dozhovu sublimate and we want to outline. Now I can dare - I need to keep an eye on anyone without falling asleep (through the miner).

Abi to trace between the magical influx of additional grub, I spent the whole evening trying to splash a group of mighty folds:

- found and showed them the top, where we are directly (Kachkar, 3937 m),

- the route of the evening radio is done without stitching,

- before going to bed, telling a few stories about the mountain sickness in the Himalayas.

If no one got angry, they didn’t even see the gangway. But more than that, we couldn’t wait to go swimming in Lake Krizhano (which would actually end up being a risk). So no matter what, we'll go to the top tomorrow!

We just got on it! Mount Kachkar (3937m) was taken, but she was still hanging on us for a little bit:

First of all, even on the cob of the convergence, about the big wound, we caught up with a Turkish tourist of frail age, who had already turned from the top! Having said that he started on the first night, it took him only 5 years to get to the top and back. And I’m glad, even though we’ve gone uphill for 4 years.

Otherwise, at the top we were covered in gloom and the group did not do anything. I remember well how it looks like in other weather, without either telling or taking photos. I thought it was so safe))

Before we talk about safety. Before heading up the road, I was ahead of the tourists about the fact that on the mountain there are always “living” stones and barn owls, and therefore it makes sense to take a helmet. Somehow they listened to this point for the sake of a larger cob, and from the confirmation they went to the rizik.

Luckily, everything went well - no stones fell from the sky... but only planks fell like legends. And in the evening we were wet and tired and came to the base tabir of Kachkaru, dried the drafts and bought them again from the locals and held a small holy day.

The boys were so full of conversation, so long after the setting of the sun (and many kilometers traveled) that it became clear that one day they would need more money. Perhaps Ararat?

At the end of the hike, you realize that you have not yet “run enough” and have not absorbed a sufficient dose of benefits. From and on Kachkari (Pivnіchna Turechchyna), for one pass near the finish line I began to whisper, and my companions were not all bored with the comfort.

The decision was made quickly - instead of hurrying on that side of the world, to civilization, we ended up early for the night, under the awning we poured out the evil (Tsezh Kachkar, without falling in any way) and about the land In the evening we went to the radio station.

It’s a real gamble to go somewhere in the mountains 2 years before the sun sets. And of course we didn’t bother with the usefulness. Instead of the stitches marked on the maps, we checked the actually wild scheme, another evil one and a moraine on the way that it was not easy to climb... as if the sun had not set.

We turned around in the dark, guided by the beacon on the mark (so we weren’t completely crazy). We arrived up to our waists (they forced a little river) but we were very happy - that everything ended well, but there is still gunpowder that burns with us))

At the last pass (Kachkar, Turechchina) the DVICHES overtook us from the local grandfather. He immediately caught up with us on the way, asked where we were going, and told his wife that he wanted to go to the same village. Ubіg. For a few years, when we were in the middle of the descent, we began to shoot again - the grandfather turned around without bales, having slept with everything as good as we felt.

And in fact, this situation is typical for mountain hikes. How many times has it happened that when you go, you heroically continue to cross, and even start to hear the local details as they turn around the schools with the same stitch. How to capture a plot like this? Why are the stinks so cool, why are you so weak?

I especially like to guess what’s going on here (highly extreme). You yourself can indulge in such an archaic problem of re-showing, an illogical route from the point of view of a healthy brain, and a ridiculous laugh in the photos. You yourself will go well, but the stench will not. Perhaps, if you cross the street of your place, you yourself will run miles on the right, and the bourgeoisie will be on guard...

Prote tse will be injected, but bye hi zadrivat))

Our perception of extreme situations is an amazingly subjective thing. After completing the hike to Kachkar, we went rafting for a year. Pochatkovo, the cost of this attraction took a lot of money, and even the money they asked for was not much - less than 15 euros. Pay for 45 euros in Montenegro, where we sailed recently.

Ale Varto was about to hit the water, as it became clear that there would be no water - the river Firtin, heavily fed up with regular floods, flowed turbulently and heavily. On the other skin, our chaven was completely flooded with water. As soon as you marvel at the photos, you start to cry terribly - as if we weren’t so kind there (one did get caught). As far back as I remember the powerful figure, there was no fear - no longer could I smite the powerful oar in defiance.

At that very hour I will remember how terrible it was in the past on the Dniester when we kayaked after the river. I feel like the least amount of praise in the water was causing a strong rush of adrenaline.

You can assume that the presence of a well-known Kermanich will calm me down. It was a miracle that this lad was STANDING at the top of the river, at that very hour when they dragged the ice along the bottom. And I fall to the thought that there is a lot of veletensk reliability - but we are here. Because people are similar in their ability to automatically turn off fear (and caution) at the first opportunity.

The last day of travel, Trabzon, 8 years before flight - guess what we are waiting for? Let's go on an excursion first! There is nothing supernatural - like ovens, Girsky monasteries and restaurants. What effectively attacks is the fluidity with which climatic zones change. Ще 30 хвилин тому навколо були смереки, хмари та зелена травичка, а потім ти минаєш перевал і моментально потрапляєш в світ де +40 з вологістю 30% і червоні скелі випромінюють фотони. Bliss!

Visnovki

In Krosivki this route can be completed in its entirety. Especially in combination with membrane scrapers. Whether “possible” or “recommended” are completely different words. I don’t want to walk around there in sneakers, and one day I’ll probably go there myself in slippers. Why? And through stones, and through volga, and through the high risk of snow along the route. The doctors will stay there and you can easily get more access.

Helmet. Transporting it to the beginning of the route is not easy - a helmet takes up a significant amount of space and requires safety. No matter how you say it, you feel calmer when you’re with her. Take it!

Quilt. My old quilt needs to be updated - the fluff in the middle of the bags is scattered as soon as I sleep. So many nights I sleep and remain exhausted. It doesn't have to be comfortable. Ale! My shoulder pad is important from 12 to 15 kg (incl. taking part of the weight from the son). And it is approximately 8 kg less than other boys in the group. As I saw it, it was a zusil vartuvalo.

Miner. Miner’s illness didn’t particularly hit me, but I didn’t even think about it. I was excited as the sun rises to a new height (14 rocks, to go to the mountains for 4). Towards the hour of the night at 3300, I had a headache and lost my appetite. So in the evening, I was indulging in tea with diacarb (for every occasion) and ibuprofen and we decided to patch up the wound (or perhaps we’ll go to the top). At night I slept normally and woke up “in shape”. I stepped onto the top of the mountain first :) Appetite turned to 2900.

Drone. My first attempt was to take the quadcopter on a hike. For the first time, the drone was protected from time to time during transportation, lack of charge, and lack of time to fly, not only in camps. Having been incredibly nervous, everything was in order.

Kirilo Yasko, Kiev