Wet chicken

Wet chicken or on foot to golec

Going to Golets is not the first fresh idea. But previous attempts to get there turned into campaigns on other peaks. But since this is not a matter of one or even two days, choosing the time is one of the main reasons for postponing the campaign. So, the fate of the three-day weekend on May 9 was uniquely determined. Green Tour goes to Golec. The day before the hike, everyone was included in the list of participants, which turned out to be 10 people, and distributed by car, a nutrition layout was compiled, according to which obviously no one should stay hungry, and most importantly, the route was determined. Not only the quality, but also the number of kilometers of the planned route interested those who decided to spend three days surrounded by the seaside taiga.
8 am, May 9, the whole country has a holiday weekend. And at the turn of the club it is noticeable how lively sleepy tourists gather. As soon as we were late “catch up” for the delay in departure, we calmly sat in the cars. The rising sun raises our mood and sets a positive mood. The first stop in Shkotovo and the traditional eating of pies.
A few more checkpoints of meetings with all the cars, at the bend to Partizansk, at the bend to Sergeevka, at the Lazovsky pass .. and we go further ...

Finally, we turned onto a dirt road, the appearance of which indicated that we would soon be on the spot. On the way, I had to storm several fords and, with the effort of girls and sometimes boys, take away the logs on the way and clear the way for cars to travel. By one o'clock in the afternoon we reached the goal and stopped near the winter. We quickly set up a camp, make a fire. While cooking dinner, the weather went unnoticed and by the time everyone was ready to move into the radial on Mokrush, it started to rain. All the way to the top, one hand had to brush away raindrops from the nose, and the ticks that fell from all sides with the other. In general, the presence of so many ticks promised to add full action for the next three days. Three hours of climbing and we are on top. Height 1445m. Visibility - meter. On Mokrush indeed it is wet and cold. It's a pity, that it was not possible to appreciate the panorama opening from this mountain. No one began to linger and after a general photo everyone rushed to the camp. By the time we went down, nature had heeded our requests, and the rain had stopped. While the boys took part in cutting wood, the girls surrounded a fire and organizedly dried jackets, trousers and other things that were soaked through in these four hours. The result - dry, but burnt things and one in the end burned thermo socks.
When the night fell, we were well-fed and warmed had pleasant conversations around the fire under the starry sky. But nobody began to linger on these gatherings. Tomorrow is an early climb and a hard day. There were two tents - a large obshakovskaya for 8 people and a second double for two “suns”.


According to the plan, the rise is scheduled for 6 am. By tradition, Green was the first to stand up. I don’t know what time the other participants got up, but it was clearly far from 6 in the morning. It is cold and uncomfortable to get out of a warm sleeping bag. But you still have to do this, as well as climb into cold, frozen boots and rub your sleepy face with icy river water. Breakfast, collection. Thanks to Vovin's "scoldings" at 8-30 the group was ready to start. Collectively, it was decided to drive a few more kilometers by car. What was done, as a result, after three kilometers the road completely deteriorated. And from this place, leaving the cars, we threw our backpacks on ourselves and advanced along the road. 9-00. The whole local area is packed with huge cars, such as ZILs, which once transported forests to forest roads. Some of them are still active, and some already orderly overgrown with young Christmas trees. Therefore, the first 5 km we walk freely along the packed land. Along the way, Vova, holding a map and GPS explains to us what is around. So we walked, admiring the young spruce, slender birches, and talking on various topics. As soon as Mr. Podkova was left aside, the road ended and we ran into a concrete forest windbreak. A couple of hours of combing the head with a fir tree and here is our planned intermediate point - Mount Khrebtovaya. Trigon, and around the Christmas tree - these are all the impressions of Spine. 11-50 We organize a joint photo in an organized manner, chew nuts and raisins, share priceless sweets. At each resting place, they had to look at each other for ticks, which is why they called it “places for mutual inspection”. Along the way, Vova, holding a map and GPS explains to us what is around. So we walked, admiring the young spruce, slender birches, and talking on various topics. As soon as Mr. Podkova was left aside, the road ended and we ran into a concrete forest windbreak. A couple of hours of combing the head with a fir tree and here is our planned intermediate point - Mount Khrebtovaya. Trigon, and around the Christmas tree - these are all the impressions of Spine. 11-50 We organize a joint photo in an organized manner, chew nuts and raisins, share priceless sweets. At each resting place, they had to look at each other for ticks, which is why they called it “places for mutual inspection”. Along the way, Vova, holding a map and GPS explains to us what is around. So we walked, admiring the young spruce, slender birches, and talking on various topics. As soon as Mr. Podkova was left aside, the road ended and we ran into a concrete forest windbreak.

A couple of hours of combing the head with a fir tree and here is our planned intermediate point - Mount Khrebtovaya. Trigon, and around the Christmas tree - these are all the impressions of Spine. 11-50 We organize a joint photo in an organized manner, chew nuts and raisins, share priceless sweets. At each resting place, they had to look at each other for ticks, which is why they called it “places for mutual inspection”. Horseshoe, the road ended and we ran into a concrete forest windbreak. A couple of hours of combing the head with a fir tree and here is our planned intermediate point - Mount Khrebtovaya. Trigon, and around the Christmas tree - these are all the impressions of Spine. 11-50 We organize a joint photo in an organized manner, chew nuts and raisins, share priceless sweets. At each resting place, they had to look at each other for ticks, which is why they called it “places for mutual inspection”. Horseshoe, the road ended and we ran into a concrete forest windbreak. A couple of hours of combing the head with a fir tree and here is our planned intermediate point - Mount Khrebtovaya. Trigon, and around the Christmas tree - these are all the impressions of Spine. 11-50 We organize a joint photo in an organized manner, chew nuts and raisins, share priceless sweets. At each resting place, they had to look at each other for ticks, which is why they called it “places for mutual inspection”.
We rested and moved abruptly down the same windy toward the river. Three kilometers later, we again went out onto a road that is not clear where it started and it is also not clear where it went. In order not to make hasty decisions regarding the further path, we decided to have lunch. Time is short, Goltz is still far away, so exactly one hour was allotted for cooking and eating.

By the time we got to the supposed place to spend the night, the clock was already five in the evening. Such a plan - throw backpacks, take flashlights, a snack and, without stopping, continue to move towards the top. We were in a hurry. I really wanted to get and climb the mountain before dawn. Only photographers constantly noticeably lagged behind, trying to photograph gradually opening panoramic pictures with a camera.
Windbreak, spruce, elfin, eight in the evening and we are on top. Windy, so we immediately put on jackets and hats. Visibility is excellent. The sun is gradually lowering, but still not going to the sunset stage due to the long daylight today. Very beautiful, large-scale and awesome. A few photos with and without a trigonome. I was impressed by the picture of a burned out elfin. Dry roots and trunks covering stones resemble "Earth at the time of the Jurassic period." It was not possible for a long time at the top, as gradually approaching twilight made us think about coming back to the camp soon. And I didn’t want to leave this place. We could only imagine how beautiful and bewitching at sunset the red sun will shine on the surrounding relief. But we are in a hurry and quickly sorting out our feet on the descent,
When we returned to the camp, it was already completely dark. Time is 22 hours. In the light of lanterns we put up tents, make a fire, prepare dinner. We eat, drink tea, and scrape out the remaining condensed milk from the can. The evening is warm, the starry sky. Sitting near the fire, we share each other's impressions of the day we lived. We are tired, but happy with ourselves.
In the morning everything is as usual: breakfast and fees. By nine o'clock in the morning we got off towards the cars, which were currently 20 km away from us. I didn’t want to go back the same way, and there was no reason to climb our forehead onto Khrebtovaya again. And we went around Khrebtovaya in a circle, defeated a couple of passes and went along the ridge to the original familiar forest road. By this time, everyone was tired and therefore talked a little. The last general photograph was taken against the backdrop of the Lysaya and Olkhovaya peaks. And then everyone stretched along the trail, some faster, some slower, but by 16 o’clock the group returned to the cars.
After a hearty lunch, the cars drove towards the city of Vladivostok. All crews were unable to get to the track without loss. In the fight against the dirt road and fords, one state license plate number was killed and 2 silencers were broken.
So, for 3 days of the trip 56 kilometers were covered. Climbed to 3 peaks. A great option for spending the weekend given to us. Satisfied were all participants. We were lucky with the weather, with the company and of course with the leader of the campaign, without whose help it is difficult to imagine how we would get to the mountains.