Bike tour on the Sukhona river pt.2

...In the last part we got to the source in front of the village of the Kichuga.

So it is, here is the source. We pour out the river water, pour the water from the source. We meet a couple of women, ask if the store is open, they say that will open for us if we wait for the headmaster, who has swum by boat to the other shore for mushrooms and will soon return.

We are going to the village, looking for a store and submissively waiting for her return.

We opened the shop, bought stew, water. We wanted to buy bread, but it was not there. But we were kindly offered a loaf of black from our stocks to a local resident who was packed in a store. We offered money - he refused.

Okay, let's go further.

Two more villages were waiting for us: Upper Kichuga and Lower Kichuga. In the very last village, near the last house there was a married couple of old age, we asked how to continue driving to the next village. We were told that there was no road - everything was overgrown with forest. We decided to make sure, drove forward and it turned out to be true. On the stoned shore, I did not want to go again. And besides, a storm was coming. We decided to wait out for those people who asked for directions. The woman let us into the house, she gave us tea with raspberry jam. The storm was over, we must move on. The roads are all soaked. What to do? The man told us that on that shore there is an excellent logging road that runs straight along the shore and up to Lodeika itself (a large village). And he agreed to take us there by boat. We offered money for transportation - the man also refused. At the same time, he says, I'm fishing!

Well, we talked a little for their lives, thanked them and moved forward.

The road is really good. Cape Bull is already ahead. According to the legend, on this cape robbers from a height observed the ships that were going and robbed them, and the loot was hidden in a cave, made in the cape. The cave was in fact, only in it was mined limestone. But over time it was overwhelmed.

Well, we reached Lodeyka, went ashore and began to look for a place to sleep. We decided to settle down near the village of Vypolzovo.

We camped and built a fire. Have eaten good, because. Forces spent a lot and immediately to sleep.

Nothing foretold troubles ... but somewhere at 3 o'clock in the morning (or already in the morning) it was raining on the tent, which in a matter of minutes passed into a downpour. Our tent is unprofessional and therefore began to flow, not only from above, but also from below. Began to assemble in an emergency mode and simultaneously think about how to be further. Even in the evening, going down to the river, I noticed an unfinished abandoned house near the road. Collecting all the things, rushed to wait for it in bad weather. The rain seemed to stop, and we drove back to Lodeika. It was impossible to go. The dirt road was so washed up that it turned out to be a liquid. Somehow we got to the village, sat down at a stop and began to wash off the slime.

Asked whether the local buses go, they said that it will only be tomorrow. We had a choice: to go along a limp road 18 km (to asphalt) or ask someone to take us away. To our happiness came the transportation truck of bread to the local store. With him, then we agreed. Then the end of our adventures came to an end. We were brought straight to the city. So we did not overcome these treacherous beaches. But this was our first trip of this kind, there are still many plans ahead and we have already become more experienced, we have taken into account all the mistakes.

I also want to add about the people we met on the way - in the villages people are kinder, unselfish, always want to help and do not take money for this. People who live a little in another dimension, for them, other values than for us urban. We need to learn from them, and can only remember our past - after all, not so long ago we were like them in spirit, but the city vanity and the age of information technology changed the priorities of human relations.