Nostalgia for the not seen yet
My first acquaintance with mountains was long ago when I was a patient at one of the numerous at Caucasus sanatorium. We went to an excursion to Mashuk. As every stone in the Caucasus mountains has its own legend about love, bravery and suffer I listened to the story about tsar Elbrus, prince Beshtau and beautiful Mashuk. If you so not know it yet, I recommend to do there and to see it with your own eyes and listen with your ears.
Since that time I have a nostalgia for mountains which have not even seen. Despite the fact that my uncle is a professional tourist and leads mountain expeditions, I have never worn a sweater and didn’t sing Vysotsky’s songs with a guitar.
In my micro life I just conquered the typical summits: I have got two degrees and got a job in a public institution. In the framework of my provincial town it is well done. But what about dreams about free wind, unconquered peaks and other romantic stuff?
Once upon a time in August I took my camera and went to Elbrus with my friend (who is a tourist and alpinist, he even knows my uncle). To my and his regret this was just weekend tour as neither I nor me were not given a vacation. So as lazy tourist I made my first little climbing.
After a three-day mountain road show I decided to visit these places as a real tourist with thermoses, carpets and other stuff. Elbrus, Cheget, Baksan gorge, it was nice to meet you. Until we meet again!
Love mountains and they (unlikely to fall in love, as they are shrew) will smile you friendly back.