This report is about the tour: Ghost Valley
This time a group of 12 people set off along the “Water and Stones” route. 9 of them, that is, of us, are a cheerful group of Muscovites. They met us through art. I immodestly call my photographs art. One of the Muscovites, Renat, saw my photographs of the mountains on one of the photo sites and came to see it all with his own eyes. By such a miracle we gathered in Crimea.
We got ready and started walking back and forth.
We went to the Red Caves. Caves are an interesting thing, but even more interesting was the river in front of them. We forced it 3 times (I told you, we ran back and forth). I was even lucky enough to carry a couple of tourists with backpacks across the river on my back. There we also became closely acquainted with one of the Crimean Places of Power and its cheerful visitors. On the slope of the Dolgorukovskaya yayla, scattered in the thick grass are figures made of painted stones, something like shamanic stone gardens. Every morning, guys from the neighboring village come there to meditate. So if anyone is interested, I can conduct it. Moreover, it is not at all difficult - a wonderful road with life-affirming inscriptions right on the asphalt leads to the desired slope.
The next day the weather said hell and it started to rain. This, of course, did not stop us and we heroically climbed to the lower plateau of Chatyr-Dag. There we were greeted by spring snowfall and hospitably escorted to the speleologists' base so that we could dry our panties and snotty noses.
In general, when the sun appeared again, everyone was wildly happy and fell asleep.
It’s clear that little time passed between “rejoicing” and “falling asleep” during which we managed to go to the Marble Cave and Emine-Bair-Khosar.
The sun was shining the next day and we ran to Eklizi-Burun. Descending from there towards the Angarsk Pass, I first became acquainted with the wandering Kutuzov Lake. The lake itself doesn’t really wander anywhere (it just dries below zero from time to time). But tourists in search of this lake cover an incredible number of kilometers, literally in three pines. From the slope the lake is clearly visible, but as soon as you descend into the forest, the landmark is lost, and the paths scatter in different directions in wild herds.
The next interesting place on our way was the MAN clearing. There we first met ticks, huge and clumsy, like a heffalump. We met them later, but thank God only one person was bitten - me. Since then I have become a real psycho - I spray saliva, sparkle my eyes and howl at the moon. Apparently these were werewolf mites.
Our next adventure was the return from the radial exit to the Valley of Ghosts. It was decided to explore a new route for us, bypassing Demerdzhi from the south. Everything went according to plan, we quickly moved towards the camp, but suddenly the road ended abruptly. It took about an hour to find the trail, and during this time it got dark. As a result, we returned to camp only at 10 pm, after two hours of travel in complete darkness. Since then, I always take a flashlight with me, even when early in the morning I go away for a minute into the neighboring bushes - who knows when and where I will have to return.
In May, Crimea is still quite humid; mud and puddles are found in every shady forest. The experience of wandering through mud has shown that resting additional points of support on the ground saves you from swimming in your paws. Personally, I used trekking poles as supports (the same as ski poles, only you can adjust the length). The rest got wooden supports. It was a fun company.