Where to go in June Where to go in June to the sea. Azov and Black Sea coasts of Russia - Crimea, Sochi, Anapa
Lake Turgoyak is completely accessible by car and is located in close proximity from the city of Miass and the Moscow-Chelyabinsk road. But, despite the proximity to civilization, the water in the lake is stunningly clean. So amazing to scoop up a kettle of water from the shore.
For the June holidays I chose where to go for a few days, so that the taste wildlife to feel, but also to do without unnecessary extreme. I chose Turgoyak as the best place for my needs. Besides, Marina hasn't been there yet. Yes, and dad, if he decides to join, will be able to cover the distance to the lake. However, my dad didn't think so. “Nothing,” I decided, “it became necessary that we make this trip together.”
The road "there"
The path from Tyumen to Chelyabinsk was previously "passed" by car several times. Recognizable plains of the West Siberian lowland, overtaking, refueling, the sun is getting higher, a monotonous hum all-wheel drive. We went to the forest to rest. Tea, prudently brewed at home, predictably improves the condition. Now, if it weren’t for the smell from some kind of “farm”. The weather, like the road, was "ours", the most domestic - the accumulation cumulus clouds and the sun, sometimes peeking out of the clouds. As the bypass road of Chelyabinsk approached, the sky ahead darkened even more to the most ominous purple tone. It got noticeably cooler. The Iron Horse continued to carry us forward into the storm. We, who got out of the urban shell, were not too comfortable. Finally, streams of water gushed out, and even with hail, hitting the body with such force that I was seriously scared for the safety of the glass. Visibility worsened to critical, the "wipers" could not cope with the streams that hit the glass, and I "taxied" to a gas station that came across under a canopy.
A year earlier, when traveling to another lake in the Chelyabinsk region - Arakul - the weather was also "lucky". Before leaving, some downright fantastic downpour fell on the city with cascades of water, asphalt failures, and a power outage. Water splashes were constantly flying from under the wheels with noise.
In the same year, upon his return, he learned that he had fallen under the “remnants” of a hurricane that felled centuries-old trees and claimed several lives at the bard festival on Lake Ilmenskoye in Miass. Luckily for us, the storm did not last long. After that, in the evening, nature completely calmed down. The sky, calmed down, clouded over high clouds. The wind fell asleep. The water surface of Turgoyak, which we reached, exuded the vibes of nirvana.
Even at home, when planning this trip, I wanted to reach the wild part of the lake, as far as possible from the inhabited shore. In the context of a campsite near the Zlatoust-Miass road with incessant music in the neighborhood and smoke from the rocker, I have already seen it. Judging by the map, the Serebryannye Peski camp site in the northwestern part of Turgoyak was the furthest and at the same time having a passage. There we moved along the forest roads, guided at the forks by faded ribbons, carefully left by someone on the trees. I want to note that the pits on forest roads turned out to be no more dangerous than potholes flooded with past rain in the village of Turgoyak. Going around Turgoyak from the east, we passed the picturesque lake Inyshko with tempting gaps of water between the trees.
Arrangement of parking
Finally, they arrived. Leaving the car outside the territory of the base, we went on reconnaissance. Of course, on the evening of the first of the three weekends that fell in June, all suitable places on the shore were occupied. But we found that it was possible to go further along the coast already beyond the fence, which ended the base's possessions. And already there in the wild in the forest, we got the desired conditions! No wild, drunken hordes, no screaming chanson, no trash left behind. Imagine a solid high bank with picturesque boulders of stones under huge pine trees and silence. The descent to the water is clean sandy from under the overhanging coastal soil. Yes, there were forest mosquitoes. But for us, familiar with the Siberian "midge", it was tolerable.
Having chosen a place to spend the night, before dark they began to set up camp. They built a hearth of large stones in order to protect the fire from the dampness of rain and wind. They set up a tent.
Marina wanted to swim and freshen up after a long journey before sunset and, as it turned out, did not think that I would have any difficulties with lighting a fire. Nevertheless, the branches found were damp after the rain. Marina, coming out of the water, found that the man was still fiddling with the ignition, criticized my actions. A girl with a young man in the neighborhood, who had set up camp for a long time and calmly smoked at sunset, sitting on the stones, seeing the futility of my attempts, brought dry birch bark. We were forced to buy dry firewood (100 rubles per bundle), returning back to the base, from a stocky man, also calmly plucking the strings of a beat-up guitar in the sunset rays. So that the purchased firewood does not get wet, I pulled packages on top of them. In general, going "to distant lands" for things to the car was undertaken more than once on the first evening. Returning with things, loaded like a donkey, I sternly told Marina not to laugh at my appearance. Too much rope from a bundle of firewood cut the palm, and the firewood kept trying to fall out, but the tent still did not show up. In general, the feeling of survival that evening became more tangible than in an idle city existence.
Finally, the fire is lit. Cozy gurgling buckwheat in a saucepan. However, despite the end of the troubles, as well as a long swim, the mood is clouded. Silently we sit by the fire with a contrasting wonderful view of the water. Big like a watermelon full moon peeps through the curtain of clouds at times. Mentally I tried not to succumb to decline, thinking that we were here for a very, very short time after a long journey, in order to also experience negative emotions. After dark, we went to bed. Lying down, we gradually got used to the cramped comfort of our “double-seat”. I remembered how, when I first used it, a friend noticed, and then I immediately pricked up my ears, because I felt that I had made a fool of myself. So, he said that if you want comfort, then for the planned number of people, take a tent for one place more (for two - a triple one). Behind the wall, somewhere in the forest, a girl's laughter was heard, probably inspiring a confident male voice to "feats", tirelessly singing in response all possible hits to the simple accompaniment of a guitar.
Waking up in the morning, I performed a sequence of actions, without which not a single outing into nature can do, such as lighting a fire, washing, replaced by a swim, followed by warming up near a hot fire that can already char with its heat, steaming tea and breakfast, of course. After that, returning again to the car, he took out and inflated the boat - a proven "friend". Then he swam to our camp along the shore, simultaneously surveying the shore, other people's tents of the most different types and sizes. At the very edge of the water, several camping baths were built in the form of wooden frames covered with polyethylene.
Excursion to the mysterious island
Having sailed to the camp, I take Marina for a walk without a specific direction (and why should everything be known in advance?!). I carefully paddle to a distance of several tens of meters, remembering my desire to purchase a swimming vest for Marina “just in case”. If we ignore thoughts about the consequences of the possible occurrence of "any chance", then, swaying on the water, it is so luxurious to look at the shore, which appeared at a glance. Out of curiosity, look at the little men and the places they have chosen in order to forget them soon. Admire the mountain slopes that opened from the water. Having sailed from the coast, it is clearly seen that Turgoyak is surrounded by mountain ranges. Real mountain lake! And above him, in the height, a bizarre sunlight among the floors of clouds. And below us, a slightly swaying greenish-blue, somewhat alarming transparency.
I remember a photo on the Internet with the "ferocious" Turgoyak on a windy day. We're lucky. That day, I could row as much as I wanted, anywhere. We saw an island. We rounded it at a walking pace in order to see it from the side closed from the shore. There, in shallow water, two young guys frolicked, having swum here from the shore. Their actions were like trying to be children away from wives, real children, problems and everyday life. The weather, as already noted, was favorable, and, feeling the oar confidently in my hand, I decided to cross the lake along the chord to the interesting peninsula ahead.
A yacht with a sail appeared from the side and in the distance, somewhat unrealistic due to the distance. I row monotonously to the murmur of water, invariably rushing back from the oars back to its element. Not knowing exactly what kind of peninsula it was, I suspected that it was the famous island of Vera, unattainably far away from the previous stopping places on this lake. We tried to find out on the ubiquitous Internet. However, the map of the area "did not want" to be loaded onto the smartphone in the "boat" in the middle of the lake. Behind the island one could see a mighty colorful giant of the mountain slope (would have known the name), completely overgrown with forest. The island met with dry trunks of trees sticking out of the water, once flooded with water on the shore.
Meanwhile, as happens in the Urals, the weather began to change rapidly. The sky darkened before the rain. Pulling the boat ashore, he turned it upside down, placing it at an angle to the stone wall. Having built a simple roof, they hurried to swim. I want to note that on this island I felt a somewhat oppressive atmosphere, I did not want to linger here. The harsh appearance of this place was intensified by the sight of large boulders. ancient look, dead trees sticking out of the water near the shore. The crow, croaking at us from the tree, apparently wanted us to leave the island as soon as possible. We simply did not want to sail back without swimming in a secluded bay behind the mighty "back" of the mountain. Since there is not a soul around, we decided to deliver the bodies complete pleasure swimming naked. Swimming here was more than amazing. Inspired by my activity, Marina followed me into the cool water, although before the trip she had not bathed this season yet. This breakthrough did not result in any ailments for her later, which city dwellers are usually afraid of, such as drafts. The water during the moments of swimming in anticipation of rain was absolutely calm. We were already dressing under the boat, hiding from the rain, which had been going on for quite a long time, which again you feel differently in nature than in the city, where it is so easy to hide. And here, in the forest, under the thin crowns of pines, it is much sharper. Gusts of cold air, flying drops. Finally, a verse. And we're heading back.
Perhaps you are wondering if we saw the megaliths on the island, which are mentioned primarily in connection with a visit to this island. Not really, as we didn't specifically set out to find them, although it was interesting to see them along the way. The biggest impression of the island and the entire trip was swimming in its ultra-clear waters. By the way, about the cleanliness of the outside and inside. According to information gleaned from the Internet, there was an Old Believer skete on the island in the past. I felt a state of special lightness after bathing here for at least six months later. I can compare it with the sensations after the Epiphany hole. Like negative emotions, desires are literally washed away from me.
Farewell to the lake
Upon returning to the camp, the evening passed in an attempt to keep the fire alive in between the rain, which regularly sowed on us from the finally overcast sky. That night, having again “taken a shower” before going to bed in the form of a bath, we were already sleeping in a dead sleep, not noticing the tightness of the tent. That night, the male voice no longer sang, perhaps having expended too much energy on the previous one, or, perhaps, having achieved its own goals with its singing ...
Morning next day after the campfire meals passed under the sign of gathering on the way back. After that, putting things in the boat, we quietly rowed to the car along the fairly deserted, saddened coast. On the sandy beach of the base, the kids frolicked with a volleyball that fell into the water after an inaccurate throw. Immediately the wind picked it up and the ball obediently swam away ...
He swept away fallen pine needles from the "horse", went to look for a watchman, so that he would open the gate for exit. The way back to the city, with its shops, everyday urgent matters. On the way we stopped at a diner, in the harsh service of the staff of which one could see life buying up gifts. Having merged into the city stream, we stopped at a store where people bought on Sunday evening for the coming week.
