Mountain Almaty Zebra – Continuation No. 1

Day No.-2
On a new day, with renewed vigor, on the new route. Our new route ran through the “Observatory”, then climbed up the clogged road to the “Cosmoster” and then smoothly descended into the Alma-Rassan gorge to the Aleshkin Bridge, this route was much more shorter, easier, and included only one night on Alyoshkin Bridge.
Waking up at 10 in the morning, we washed down, we prepared breakfast, collected a tent, changed clothes (it was still pretty cold. But as we need to “be loaded” upside down on the mountain along off-road and non-tragedy, under a strong tilt up 400 meters, we will all be fledged. At that moment, when we collected things in backpacks, the brother put a couple more things into my bag. And I noticed that the bag became even harder than yesterday, even considering that during this time we chopped off somewhere around 3 kilos of food. Well, nothing can be done, we have to go. Having gone a little higher, we saw that we would not rise 400 meters, but all 1400 … After which the brother stopped, figured out the approximate location of the “observatory” and the road that goes to him, then said that if we can climb this steep slope with stones ”we will go out on the closed road to the“ Observatory ”and up to the“ space station ”. But as always, in words everything is easier than in practice, and we have been crawling up the grass on the grass on the grass for 30 minutes. Having reached the crumbling stones, we connected the “mats” to the full drive. It’s much calmer with the “mats”, and by shouts and swearing a brother walking in front, you can find out where you should not go. After the 10-minute construction of ten-story “mats”, we finally reached the road, and bombed at the side of the road for a short break.
During the break, we managed to take a little fingering. At this point, the old and killed digitalist was sick of me, and I got to my phone. Having taken out the phone, I was dumbfounded, the sot indicator showed 5 divisions. I admit, there was a temptation to call acquaintances and fell to be put to care, but I decided that it was too early. But I took out the phone for a reason, I started to take a picture on it, and it was surprised that the quality of the picture was not inferior to the "digital". Well, yes … the digitalist was killed, old, 3.2 megapixels, but he had one excellent quality – 2 spare batteries, which made it ideal for long trips. But as always, I was distracted ..
Having finished the break, we moved on, like all the “decent” mountain roads, she walked in a serpentine slowly up, and this meant that we were waiting for a boring and unhurried rise up to the “observatory” which was 2 kilometers from us. Coming closer to the “observatory” on us because of the next turn, some kind of moron on a killed foreign car with a drowned engine flew. Well, yes, what for start the engine if you are one fig down under the hill at a decent speed. Having finally reached the Observatory, we saw … "Observatory. "(Yes, then Cap was with us). Barting for the next halt because of a long road up, heavy bags and the scorching sun. We have become an excellent “prey” for the border guards who guarded the “observatory”, with which, having given us a little rest (apparently we knew that we would not reach them) they called us to our. In order to check the documents and find out the route. As it should be for military personnel, they introduced themselves and allowed the petition … Tfu … introduced themselves and asked permission to take a look at our personality certificates. The attention of the "guys" attracted my. They argued diligently with me that my dov. forged (this was actually not the original, but he was far from the fake. I always have a laminated copy officially certified by a notary.), to which I in response asked that they turn it over and looked at the awesomely healthy inscription in large red letters “Copy” on which the notary seal stood. But these guys were not familiar with the “captain’s obviousness”, and decided to call their “obvious Capistan in uniform”, since he had the epaulets were not for ponds for the sake of … He took my UVV., Twisted in his hands, read an “faint” inscription, apologized and returned it to me. Then he went to his brother and asked: “Who are they and where you go?"After the long -standing debate, we were informed that we could not at the" space station "(for the same reason as the BAO), and they offered us a different route to Alyoshkin Bridge. The new route ran through the “marble gorge”, along the path coming from the “observatory” past the “marble gorge” which (I quote): “Smoothly passes through a small pass to the“ Alyoshkin bridge ””. Well, nothing can be done, "there is nowhere to retreat behind … nothing interesting". =)
Simply put “Co” again with us … and we moved forward! Departing from the “Observatory” in search of the same path, we saw a very suspicious silhouette on the slope of the mountain. Here, even “KO” was in shock. On the slope of the mountain, a huge silhouette of a bat was laid out of large white stones. After several photographs on the phone, I looked back at my brother. He carefully looked around the field, and suddenly he remembered.
Another retreat ..
Brother remembered how they caught horses on this field to curb them.*Yeah … surprised? I’ll tell you everything now.*
Brother used to study at the "Physical Cultural Institute" … During his studies, he was a member of a climbing team. And at the same time worked as a guide in one travel company. This company took foreigners to Kyrgyzstan to Lake Issyk-Kul. The routes were different, but they all began in g. Almaty, and ran through the mountains. Thanks to this work, the brother knew the mountains very well. And once on one of the "campaigns" they were given horses so that they could go light and drop all the equipment on the horses. But there was one minus. It was the beginning of spring, and the horses after the "wintering" in the stall were a little wild. And this meant that they must be curbed, and run up so that they are used to the person again.
So, the brother and another 5 guides were planted the day before the departure, in order to curb 10 horses that were simply released for this field. After a day and half of the night, all the horses were "ready". But as always, there were no bruises and bruises … or rather, all the guides got the first number … And someone else got it and in Pisl. But as always my brother was distinguished! When the guys caught another horse, as well, for starters, they tied her hooves with a long rope. But since the rope was one (but long), the guys decided to knit 2 horses at once with one rope. My brother was left to hold a tied horse, and for reliability, he smeared a rope on his hand, although the rope was wound on his hand, his brother could drop it at any time. But when he decided to ask her, the horse began to kick, and was able to free the hooves. As a result, she rushed very quickly. Due to the fact that the brother did not have time to correct the rope correctly, the loop dragged on on one of his fingers. As a result, the horse rolled him across the field about a hundred meters, until the boys stopped her. As a result, now he has a small scar on his right hand, and an unforgettable impressions for life.
So … Continue … We stopped at the moment where we are fota a huge symbol of "flying!!"(Aloha Batman!). We continue our way with plenty of our way, but to our surprise, the ghosty says what kind of “marble gorge” it is and where it is located. Although we found the path, and already confidently moved along it. After a few tens of meters, the path changed direction and led already towards the city. Having passed a little further, we noticed how a huge slope of the mountain begins to be seen from behind the hill, which is directly strewn with pieces of stone, starting from cobblestones, ending with several “pebbles” the size of a 3-storey house. And to our surprise, the path goes up the very slope. And I want to note that this slope does not please with smoothness. Although the “Captain” said that we “smoothly rise and move on to the“ Alyoshkin Bridge ””. What is there in the "O-PA" smoothness, when you do not even need to lean here to get to the ground? We are of course stained, but not stupid. We went further and found a more or less normal slope. Rejoiced that at the beginning of the slope there were no stones. There was grass, and the dofiga is the "jewelor" on which we climbed as a stairs. But to our regret, the slope further became steep, and we had to go towards those very stones. The stones at the top were already quite large, and did not show off (well, try to move a stone more size than you. Fortunately, there was a “juniper” everywhere that has simplified a little. One way or another, after a 30 -minute parody of “Greek rams”, we dried up on the mountain ridge. Looking around, we suggested that we are standing on the "marble gorge". While we were on the mountain of the mountain, and took a breath, it was time for lunch. And we made great pleasure in my burden, imprisoning several protein bars, and sentencing a kilogram of “hunting sausages” to the “death penalty through the stomach”.
Having finished the lunch break, the brother went to reconnaissance up the rib of the mountain through the stones. As the path ended in the middle of the rise. But we knew exactly in what direction the Alyoshkin Bridge was located, and it was only in choosing the path. Returning, the brother said that there is something like a path, or rather it was a goat path. Once again we loaded our “parachuts” on ourselves, and rushed upward! Or rather, slowly, they made their way through the bushes and stones past the gorge towards the Alyoshki Bridge. Having gone a little up, the grass ended, and before us there was a mountain slope completely falling asleep (in the literal sense of the word) stones of different sizes. John and Romych hardly made their way through these stones, they moved slowly and accurately, fearing to come incorrectly and get out. I, in turn, walked along the stones with easy, almost without stopping, and in places jumping from stone to stone (at that moment I completely beat off a sense of fear, given the slope of the mountain on which we walked). Over time, large stones ended and small and strongly crumbling pebbles began, on which I again turned on a sense of fear and self -preservation. At this moment I was visited by the idea that this was not a walk around the mountains for a long time. After almost every step, stones showered under us. And after the next “collapse” I was lowered 3 meters down, I looked after the stones rushing down in my head was hit by the dose of adrenaline. Thanks to this, I vividly climbed and returned to the route, and at that moment the weight of the backpack seemed to evaporate, and I was moved by the desire to reach the Alyoshki Bridge.
Having crossed the other slope of the mountain, the stones ended, and the slope of the “green” slope of the mountain began on which in some places the “juniper” grew up. After the 20 meters passed, I almost made a series of somersaults several times in the “unnecessary” side. And decided to use the old and good way up and not aside. So it was safer-as if you go up the earth from under the feet leaves less often, and it’s easier-it is easier to keep a balance that prevents you from holding a heavy sumar. But my frostbitten brother does not care, and he seemed like a tank directly, not noticing external irritants in the form of crumbling stones and impassable bushes. And literally after 2-3 minutes he disappeared behind the bend of the mountain. And Romka and I confidently climbed up the steep slope to the top of the mountain, which was 400 meters from us. Our plan was simple, climb up to the top of the mountain and then smoothly go down the rib of the mountain to our gathering place. That is, so as not to go along the mountain 2 kilometers, we decided to rise up 400 meters up, and then slowly and without straining go down.
But as I knew, not everything was so simple, although it is much easier to rise, and there are impenetrable areas. As a result, our path was long, since sometimes we had to go along, sometimes clinging to the grass carefully climb up. But over time, one thought!
Juniper is a strong and thick bush, and its roots go deep into the ground. As a result, this same bush served for us by a certain accelerator, according to which we climbed with great ease and high speed. From the outside it was incredibly stupid and funny. Just imagine: 2 people with big bitches behind their backs, clutching their arms and legs into the bush, not touching the earth slowly climbing up, and swear loudly when they begin to stagger them during the wind (we just made our way literally according to the tops).
After a 40-minute walk up (and sometimes to the right) we climbed upstairs. But to our surprise, it was far from the top of the mountain. We went to a small even area dotted with collapsed stones. But from this site we could walk along the rib of the mountain to the place we need, without any problems. At that moment, I remembered that during the first night, my brother put my watch in my nabedman. And his watch is a universal computer that is unless a currency does not show. In general, the altimeter showed 2994 meters above the sea. And I will tell you not from a nine -story building to the street. We saw the whole Almaty in the literal sense "like in the palm of your hand". Nothing was blocked for us, the weather was good and there was almost no “smok” above the city. Having a little descending (as usual, I jump like a saigak, I jumped around the crumbling stones, we carefully looked and saw John. At that moment he was already in place, took off his Sumar, and fell to the ground. An attempt to shout and attract his attention failed, since we were far enough (and in the place where John was, the river flowing below was heard). After 5 minutes, we, joyful arrival in an even clearing, shared impressions of the path we had passed. As a result, we learned that his brother exactly also climbed the juniper (as he put it) “like a kite”, and just swearing when the wind was blowing.
After a small smoke break and inspection of the area, the brother was a little prompted (but not because of the wind). The fact is that the “captain” sent us not that route, well, or simply not correctly interpreted it. It turned out that in order to get to the Alyoshkin Bridge, we had to exceed another mountain (which was about 3300 meters high). But since it was already evening, we would not have time to get up, then go down and set up the camp. The solution was simple, it will go down to the river, find a place for an overnight stay there, and slowly set up a camp there.
The slope of the mountain was quite steep, but to our happiness was completely dotted with grass. Thanks to this, it was possible to go down calmly, and not be afraid to come “in the wrong way”. It was necessary to go down for a long time. Or rather a little more than a kilometer in a straight line. Although it was safe to go down the grass, the legs were already pretty tired, and during the descent the muscles sometimes refused. Once because of such a “refusal”, I crashed to the ground and rolled down on a “coccyx” down like a sled from a mountain. I could stop only after 25 meters. At first, I didn’t like such "trips on the coccyx". But then I already sat on my fifth point, and began to look for adventures on it (but found only stones). Noticing such a cheerful and light descent, Zhenya and Romka followed the example. After 100 meters, I noticed that my ass became a little wet, it turned out that dew had not yet evaporated. Noticing this, my companions stopped the descent and switched to gas on foot –2. After 30 meters, this method of descent was bored with them, and his brother climbed into his Sumar for large aviation garbage bags (so that you will imagine how big they will say-their volume is about 100-120 liters). A minute later, we were already rushing riding on garbage bags down the slope shouting loudly (from pain and caught stones) and hooting (from adrenaline and joy from the original descent.). No one tried to saddle garbage bags for descent from the mountain!
After the trip that noticeably raised our mood, and gave me a rest, we went to the river. The river was small, but you can’t call it a fontanel. We noticed that it is divided slightly higher from us (or rather united), and there is a great even place where you can break the camp. After setting up the tent, and the choice of the “menu” this evening, we sat on the Karimat in order not to freeze, what was recently beaten off. A little later, we began to cook the dish under the secret name – "Varev". “Varev” for preparation is very similar to the “Rusty nail” cocktail: mix all the ingredients that come to hand in one vessel, and without hesitation, use! After this, you need a great warming sleeping pill. And without hesitation, we sentenced the "warming liquid with the vsop". Well, yes, for such an "extreme" day they deserved quite.
(Oh … they would know what extreme is waiting for us tomorrow … would be warmed by tea.)

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