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Text / Photo:  Yuri Petukhov (Lemmy) -  the Rolling Anarghy the MCC


 

There are places in this world, in which, having been in them once, imbued with their originality, want to come back again and again… And the Earth, reciprocating each time opens up new facets of her beauty. For me, this place has become the European Arctic Circle ...


 

 


 

    So this year in Murmansk team gathered a team of Petrozavodsk, Kovrov, Moscow and local riders. I must say, this year, due to the tightening of border controls, had to spend a great job of knocking out the passes, which is completely laid on the shoulders of genes and it has been successfully completed, for which he was by all participants thank you so much!
    Morning departure coincided with a city holiday, therefore, attend the presentation of a visiting master stantraydinga. After the show, stretched chain went on the road to Pechenga, traditional stops at the tank and at the checkpoint. In Pechenga refueled, we get food and went to the old German avtonomku rear road. All our route ran along the site of fierce battles of the 2nd World War, and thanks to the inaccessibility and harsh northern climate, evidence of those times are well preserved and we actually went on a huge open-air museum. German road started with a decent ford, which was a baptism of fire for some with no experience off road guys. Couple Motyka was flooded and it took some time for them to dry. Then we went more fun going around puddles and possibly skipping over rocks small streams.


 

 





 




 

 


 

     A few words about our understanding doroge.V minor road is that? Well traveled a couple of times on the tundra, left track, on it all and go, well, maybe where the hole was filled, or stone skovyrnuli… The Germans left behind a neatly laid out from a stone blade, with bridges, guttering and slopes on bends. The stones fit tightly to each other, and despite the fact that on it for more than 60 years of chasing the military tracked vehicles, and no it does not get better, the road is still in quite good condition ...
    Circling the next hill, we ran into a decent snow, blocking the road. Nakuvyrkalis, we played in the snow, somehow have traveled across the tundra… A little more on the stones and puddles and meet our friends who went to meet with the other end of the road after going fishing. Pitched a bivy, bobsleigh races staged on snow slope adopted for coming. Time in the morning, and as bright as day, somehow has spread to sleep. But not all… Some busy fighting the battles with the Green Serpent, and decided to fight on the German positions for the nearest knoll. Unnoticed by the wind pulled the thick fog and our fighters lost all orientation, tried to get out of GPSu, but see to that moment spoke to him very much in different languages. Wandered for several hours, accidentally came to the camp, nearly stepping on the face serenely sleeping companion, decided to merge with nature and collapsed outside the tent. Suddenly awake mother's feelings, and they carefully began to harbor his rugs, rags, twigs, and then there is still lying in the tundra… Type — sleep native, not merznu.


 

 





 



 

 


 

    For obvious reasons the morning was protracted. Those who pobodree, dedicated his trek in the surrounding hills, which are scattered in a large number of gun emplacements, bunkers and so on. Nataschili in rusty iron camp. 
    Just a kilometer road abuts the intersection, and on the hills around the ruins of an entire city. One house has been completely preserved, the ruins of the others are almost Potemkin stairs carved into the rock. A bunch of junk. Guys souvenirs recruited a tooth powder in penalchikah — still smells of mint! I took the memory of well-preserved hammer — that nothing be lost instrument? We jumped on the former battery ...
    A little more and we leave on road Titovka — fishing. Murmansk return home — at the end of the weekend. We keep the way to the pass. We stopped near a monument to our soldiers who died during the war. And now visible blue sea. Across the isthmus in the middle and to the left along the coast. Puddles went not children, and the landscape changed to a flat. While riding along the sea, we have curiously looked at the pop-up seals. Lie on the free-flowing slope, jumped to the gunners monument. «First enemy trawler was destroyed from this gun ...», on the graves of the inscription «died in a direct hit ...» constant, silent, trimmed wreaths, flowers ...


 

 





 



 

 


 

    Then I took the lead and pulled my damn ride along the coast — a couple of kilometers along the beach of stones the size of a soccer ball, and at the end of a steep slope, on which I stood, not reaching 10 meters to the ridge. No way back and no way forward. I unloaded and, somehow centimeter, in the build-up, with its respites vzvolok Africa upstairs. He patted the tank — we did it, pal… And here and friends at his lungs endurkah flew as if waiting around the corner ...


 

 


 


 

      Weather frowned, only found a place for the night by the brook, began to put the tent, it started to rain, water the whole night.
    In the morning, heavy fog and drizzle periodically rolling in. Once dressed up in raincoats. Further our way led to two brothers — stone outcrops, site of the ancient temples of the Sami. Here and Gene Oleg, Murmansk last, hurried toward the house. There were six of us — me, Gena and tube for xr-ah, Vasya on T?n?r? and valiant crew Patrol Lech Anton. On the way, solid huge puddles, perhaps, on the water longer than traveling by land. There is also a river with the collapse of the bridge. Nissan trial run showed that there Glubokova Moto something. Somehow, jointly rolled to the other side. A little more and we drive up to the base oil. On Nisan diesel fuel is running out. We poured 40 liters, to take the money and the national currency declined. The rain is watering the meantime… As the road goes towards the abandoned village Skorbeevki — Chamber unanimously decided that you need to spend the night under the roof and with a good supply of firewood. Jumped over the rocks coasts, came on horseback almost hai-wei in the village wandered among the abandoned houses. In the end, settled in a room with a working stove, cleaned the dirt nataschili surviving furniture and wood, hung out to dry sodden… The stove merrily crackling fire on a gas burner something appetizing cook in stacks invitingly splashing 'three Bulka "… Resort yes but only. And outside… no, do not talk about it. on a gas burner something appetizing cook in stacks invitingly splashing 'three Bulka "… resort and only. And outside… no, do not talk about it. on a gas burner something appetizing cook in stacks invitingly splashing 'three Bulka "… resort and only. And outside… no, do not talk about it. 


 

 





 



 

 


 

    In the morning rain like no, quietly even raspogozhivaetsya. Moved to Cape Kekurskomu, down a steep track to the restless sea. Relish seen enough on the powerful surf, wander along the shore ...
    Next to Vanga-Bay and Cape German — the most northern point of the mainland of our country. Again stones, fords, flying from under the wheels partridges… After the German Kohl Tuba fulfilled his vow — bathed in the Barents Sea. More truth is there were no volunteers… Returned the same way to Skorbeevki, descended into the valley of the same river, jumped a couple of fords and jumped out of the scenic snout — in a small valley bubbling river foaming and rustling on a couple of small waterfalls, in front of a huge bay with emerald surf on the sides towering cliffs capes… Here our dzhipery managed to plant a serious car in only a mud puddle. Justified — you say, Enduro — your interest, and we are on the pebble stone waddle — miss. Well, sort of anyway waterfalls camp put — have fun. They skidded and the car jack,
    We put the tent, and brought the surf brevnyshek band — guys all sports. Dirty as hell. Eventually zalebedilis behind a huge boulder that grew a hundred meters more than in the tundra, and slowly pulled in the buildup. 
    At confluence Skorbeevki sea flagstones raised vertically tectonic shifts, form a kind of stalls — standing for them to dry, and is rolled before you threatening rattling cobblestones and spilling foam wave. See possible ad infinitum ...


 

 


 

    I rolled along the surf, on the upper level — far from the sea — large pebbles and debris from fishing schooners branded NORGE, lower — smaller stones, strands of kelp and fossils of marine life. Stump won a semi-listed… sand kicked — how strange it. I dug — turned out to be a whale vertebra. I wandered a little — and found the edge of the giant. Loaded on Motik — he brought back to the camp the children show. Tuba, seeing as much speechless lost, barely a hoarse asking «where?», Everyone rushed, rushed off in search of «souvenirs». Well, we started to celebrate this business — within the meaning of the safe rescuing jeep from captivity. Weather frowned again, Kohl returned, glowing with happiness, with another whale fin… to sleep departed again under the rain .. 


 

 





 



 

 


 

    Morning like dripping, but it is going to, weather got much better. Moved to Cape B. Skorbeevsky again stony tundra and water. From the cape opens chic view of the part of the peninsula and the sea… Under you dvuhsotmetrovuyu open to the horizon and only lead of the wave. Running out of time even from one participant of our trip, therefore decided to put forward in the direction of the mainland. The selected tracks leading across the peninsula. First of Skorbeevki beautiful valley of the river, where we were to pose reindeer. Further, the long climb up the mountain Perevalnoe where tundra lakes with swans flew. And Brody, Brody, Brody… finally turned into motoakvalangistov. Closer to the top in a snow field pobarahtatsya… And now, a ridge Musta ridge, the road ran downhill, over oil base, and then almost motorway. Average flying, skipped pass along popetlyat Titovka. Asphalt greeted with pleasure. CallBack Donkey and the cafe — something to eat is not prepared with their own hands. Behind the counter beauty with such cleavage that is not immediately remember what went. They run wild… but hold each Vasya — bludgeoning him to Petrozavodsk.
    For PPC met Gene, turned into some kind of river, long popetlyat, drove into the clearing with the remnants of buildings. Former German hospital, back in the lake from the bed… put up a tent, was rain at night. In the morning, as he was commanded, sunny. We stopped at the General mountain. During the war here the headquarters of Field Marshal Dietl. The abundance of the barbed wire, broken stone in communication trenches, two staff of the cave with remains of masonry. From the top of the mountain overlooking the valley Z.Litsa river, and if you look on the other side of the visible gray stone, on which the East Germans did not let go ... 
     Do not hurry back to Murmansk, and the next day, our friendly company broke up, but remained agreed that next year we will meet again and go on the Kola has not passed route.


 

 


11 january 2018, 16:58   |   Администратор  |   Articles  |   129

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