March is a month of changes. The time when winter ends and the first warmth comes, confusion appears in the soul and gatherings for the spring hunt begin. This is the time of traction for woodcocks, wood grouse and grouse currents. Hunting with decoy duck. Remember? Spring hunting. Well, well, remember soon! Shotguns, cartridges, birch sap. We started spinning with you. It's time to look out the window. Spring-ah-ah. Wow, have you noticed? Here I am about the same, it's time to plan a spring hunt. March.
Winter passed unnoticed. So the whole life flies by. What am I talking about? Oh yes, about spring. “Martok - put on three trousers,” so the people say. It gets cold in March. But usually frosts are only at first, and from the second half of the month there are already waves of the first heat. A couple of weeks - and the opening of the hunt! Time is running out. We need to prepare. It will be possible, by the way, to give up on the old place. The currents are notable there. Black grouse, wood grouse ... True, it's a long way to go to the places themselves, but nothing. We can live right in the forest. And what? Like the Indians. We put up a tent in the forest by the stream, set up a fire - and that's all. I am going to cook food in a kettle, catch roach in a brook, in the morning on a current, in the evening on a draft we will begin to walk. And if you use bite activators, then you are guaranteed a good catch. So we will live all week.
We'll sit by the fire and talk. Nice. And nobody! Do you know how the needles smell in spring? And the fire? Snowdrops? And the roach? Birch sap? It smells so hard to convey. The smell of life. You will get so smoky in a week, it will be enough for a whole year. Yesterday I smelled my jacket on purpose. Smells! Smells since last spring. Woodcock, spring fire and gunpowder. In the fall, the smell is not the same. Spring spirit cannot be confused with anything! Do you have a sleeping bag? No? Ugliness! Buy urgently. If you don’t have time, I’ll give you my spare. No pity. With a return, you will return two. So, we agreed. To hell with all of it. Work, boss, subordinates. Day off. Sick leave. Isn't it all the same. The main thing is to get away! It is true that you cannot earn all the money. We earn them, they do not earn us. Well, how are we going? That's good, I'll call whoever needs it. So the fifteenth. And you, Petrovich, will call you back. The first question in the spring is where to sleep? The options are different. If the house or base, then it is not interesting further. Somehow not Indian. And if it is really in the forest? Tent! Here you need to check it first. Did the bottom fall off? How old she is! It looks like a hundred, no less. Need to check. Moreover, drag it to the very center of the room. Pick out from the mezzanine and bring. Expand and touch.
Did you use it in the fall? Enjoyed. Have you dried it? Dried it up, it seems. Okay, let's put it in the corner. By the way, a hunter does not always use a tent on his forest and water expeditions. These modern tents weigh almost nothing. And before? Remember? Here I have just such a "before." My tent is solid in every way. And it's good for comfort, weighs like an inflatable boat, and is sized appropriately. If you sail with her on the river or take her in a car, wherever it went. It is impossible to carry such a bag on your back. What am I, a convict? It is both heavy and "a separate piece of baggage." The weight is hefty. Ten kilograms. All the same, we will drag on our backs, through the glades, through the swamps. How much will the backpack weigh? That's the same! Eh, people will be loaded at home, and then the tongue on the shoulder. They barely move.
It happened that on difficult routes a person shook out a lot of things that were needed to lighten the backpack, sometimes he broke off the handle from the toothbrush in order to reduce the weight. If not in kilograms, then at least morally. However, you can do without tents. You can arrange a booth. Some of my comrades use an awning instead of a tent when hiking. It's simple. Awning is a piece of material that is laid on a frame made of twigs. However, if space permits, you can simply stretch it between the trees. The awning is like half of the tent. Sloping roof and one wall. "L" -shaped design. The roof is for rain, the wall is for warmth. The awning is always placed with the open side to the fire and certainly on the windward side of the last. Then it will become a reliable barrier from the cold night wind. The smoke of the fire will fly away, and its warmth, having reached our modest shelter, will certainly reflect from the wall of the awning. Excellent result. The fire warms not only the face facing it, but thanks to our "screen" it also warms the back! Yes, the awning is great and warmer in it. The fire smolders, warms a tired face. Spring nights are short. While I stood on the traction, it was already 10 pm, then I came, drank some tea, chatted - 12. I threw some firewood, a couple of thick poles - and sleep until morning. And the morning begins, by the way, in 3 hours. In the old days, when spending the night under an awning, a thick layer of spruce paws separated the hunter from the cold and damp earth. Spruce branches were chopped on the bedding. This is for the forest man.
The steppe dweller will do well with hay or straw from a haystack standing in the field, or even deceiving, instead of all the difficulties, he will spend the night in the haystacks themselves. When arranging a hunting camp, especially with single hunts, it makes sense to be careful and break the booth secretly. It never hurts, but it will surely help. It is better to put the same tent not on the shore, but a little further. Cover its slopes, in addition to the usual sheet of polyethylene, with dry grass. Guess so that the flame of the night fire is not too noticeable. To prevent smoke, do not put wet wood in the fire. Let no one know where your tent is, camp is set up. Keep him away from the trails. This is not stupidity. “The eye does not see, but the tooth doesn’t it,” they used to say in the old days. There are too many temptations in your camp for dashing people. These are things, money, and weapons. Therefore, some secrecy will not hurt, and, when going to bed, it is worth putting a shotgun loaded with a large shot at hand. At short distances, this is a terrible weapon, but so that it is not dangerous for ourselves, let’s pull the trigger on it. Trusting your life with just one fuse is not worth it. Broke the gun - and the hammers are on the cocked.
With a roof over your head, everything is clear. What else is important? Warmly. Chopping spruce branches is no longer fashionable now. Old. Especially if you are pitching a tent. You can buy a special rug, and it's really worthwhile. The material is porous and perfectly retains heat. In addition, it does not get wet, is lightweight and comfortable. It can be rolled up and fastened to your backpack. Some cut it into pieces for easy portability, although this is not necessary. The size of the pieces should be such that they fit well under the back of the backpack. Cut approximately 40 cm for each segment. Cut, and then glue with strips of scotch tape. It turns out a foldable rug. Folds up like an accordion fur. "Blams": folded and put it under the back of the backpack. Once - and already got it, laid it out and lay down. Do not use any inflatable mats! They are harmful. The air in them gradually cools down and you, in fact, lie on a cold object. Take care of yourself! In general, the foam material has a wide range of applications. Firstly, some people cut insoles from it. They are warm and do not absorb moisture. Also, many of them make "seat cushions". Did not see? An oblong piece is cut out so that it can then sit on the ground.
They attach a wide elastic band to the seat and, like a watch on the wrist, wear the seat on themselves. On the belt. Behind. You have to sit down, sit down even on a cold stone, even on the ground. Dry and warm. Easy and convenient. True, I prefer a folding chair to the seat, but this is a matter of taste. This is the second example of the successful use of the material. What's number three? Anything. The material cooks well, in the sense that, being melted, it sticks well, or rather welds. Therefore, various light and soft boxes are made from it. Put whatever you want. Sleeping bag. Also important. The motto on the glorious shield of hunters should read: "A real polar explorer is not afraid of the heat!" It is warmer to sleep not in warm clothes, but in a sleeping bag. And if it is not, then you must buy it. Didn't buy? Then it is better to sleep not in warm clothes, but to cover yourself with them, like a blanket. More efficient.
Some of the savings and overall weight are trying to buy a very light sleeping bag, one that is designed for the summer, and pay dearly for it on the very first cold night. Everyone is asleep, and they jump until dawn by the fire. The sleeping bag should allow you to calmly stay in it up to -10 ° frost. The material of a good sleeping bag is synthetics. Down is also used, but the first option is no worse. example "synsulate". Necessarily a sleeping bag with a hood, with a large zipper. We buy everything according to an ironclad principle: the longer a thing is used, the more expensive it should be. A thing that has been serving for many years should be as reliable as possible, there is no need to save on it. Carrying a special pillow is stupid, it is better to have something like a rough pillowcase. A cloth bag is suitable for this purpose. It can be stuffed with any soft thing. Pants, spare socks, or whatever. It will happen next to see a stack, fill it with hay, it will be convenient. Sometimes we get to the hunting place on foot, sometimes by boat. Some of my buddies get into the wilderness using 4WD, maps and GPS. With the help of a winch and a Russian mat. Sometimes such trips are fleeting, sometimes long. I knew a hunter who spent his entire vacation in the woods. Every spring he went to the forest for a month. First at my side, for a week. When, after 10 days, the hunt closed, he moved north, where it was just opened, and climbed into the jungle.
Again for a week. Alone again. There may be different variants of spring hunting, but it is worth making it a rule not to go hunting without a bowler hat. It is necessary to take a bowler hat, even if you have every reason to believe that it will not be useful, that you will live in the most comfortable conditions. Put it with you by all means. Someday he will help you out great. The bowler hat is lightweight and takes up little space when packed in a backpack. The best material for it is, of course, stainless steel. for single campaigns, soldier's bowlers can be successfully used. They are small and comfortable. The upper part of the soldier's bowler hat can be used as an additional container. The material is aluminum. Old-fashioned, of course, but comfortable. I take two of them. In one I cook food, in the other I boil tea. Usually slingshots for a fire, crossbeams are made in the place of branches, and here America cannot be discovered. Unless completely inexperienced colleagues can be recommended to use not a dry forest, as some nature lovers insist, but a living tree, preferably not a coniferous one. A dry crossbar or slingshot quickly heats up and starts to burn. No raw.
Some motorists, climbing in jeeps into the northern wilderness, take with them small grates from old gas or electric stoves. A set of four metal slingshots is made for each lattice. The grate is installed over the flame on slingshots. You can put a kettle on the wire rack, or even a couple. On it you can cook fish, bake meat. The metal pins are easy to install in any ground. And after use, the grate and pegs are quickly removed into a special bag. Cool idea, although not applicable for hiking. Struggling with the excess weight of the backpack! Walking in the forest in spring is difficult and therefore it is useful to have a small supply of water. Simple clean water in a light plastic bottle. It will come in handy in moments of relaxation. I took a sip, caught my breath and walked on. It is best not to use any sweet drink. Water or birch sap. Thermos - overweight. It is better to drink tea before going to the forest, or already at the hunting ground. For example, having come ahead of time for craving, brew it in a pot.
In the forest, birch sap, water and tea are the main drink. Recently, I have got used to making chicken broth from concentrates instead of tea, which not only warms well and quenches my thirst, but also helps to dull the feeling of hunger. Water should be drunk only boiled, and instead of brewing, you can use lingonberry leaves. What is the best way to light a fire? Matches? Correct, but also? Lighter! Matches are afraid of dampness. The box itself suffers greatly from moisture or damp air. Lighters are no worse, especially if you take several pieces of them and put them in different places. At a gas lighter, flint is afraid of dampness. In the latter, there are also alternative sources of obtaining flame.
An especially interesting solution is the invention of the American company "Cabelas". This is a bar. One side of it is made of a special composition based on magnesium alloy, the other is a zirconium cylinder. Unlike simple flint, it is not afraid of moisture. You remove magnesium shavings with any metal object, strike the other half (cylinder) with the butt of a knife and strike a spark. Everything immediately flares up and burns with the release of high temperatures. The bar may fall into the water, and this will not affect its properties in any way. There will be a spark and a flash. Everything is packed in a beautiful case that is worn on the belt. Great, isn't it? A trifle costs from 10 to 20 dollars. One of my acquaintances liked the innovation so much that he willingly shared his impressions in the taiga with Siberians. They gasped and gasped, sharing his delight. But at the same time, out of habit, they did not forget to pull a piece of birch bark there, a dry branch here, and when the narrator finished, the fire was already burning. Burned, being divorced by the quick hand of an experienced and accustomed forest hunter. Everything was done so quickly and deftly that he, the city hunter, only sighed, scratched the back of his head and smiled. Here, for you, and America! Perhaps I will not reveal anything new to you. But a short explanation for newbies will be helpful. So, it is very good if there is a dense spruce forest near your camp. It can even be argued that the camp itself should be set up not far from young firs. Spruce is a godsend. Its dense branches do not get wet under heavy rainfall, even if it rained for a week.
Approach the tree and bend over. What's under the lower branches at the trunk? A mass of the finest dry twigs. They are always dry here and burn beautifully. This is one of the best fire pit. You can use birch bark, but it will take more time to get it. For firewood, thicker twigs are suitable, the older sister of the fir tree is also good - pine. In the pine forests, we will see a lot of fallen branches, and they will be useful to us in the first place. As with fir trees, the lower branches of the pines are usually already dead and dry. We take them. In search of firewood, people usually look at their feet, which is not always correct. Fallen branches, especially in areas of mosses and lichens, have a disadvantage. In a rainy season, they are wet, with bark swollen from dampness. Don't even bend over. But the sushina is just right. Look up and up. Dry trees can be overlooked. Here is an old pine tree. The bark flew around a long time ago, and it will fit us. Especially for a thorough refueling of the hearth before going to bed. Dry stumps are great for our venture. On the banks of many rivers, the main fuel for a fire can be quickly collected not at all in the forest, but along the coast. Floods always leave a lot of twigs on the shore! In swampy areas, alder can be used as firewood. It burns well, but the fire will be dim. It’s warm, of course, but you’re sitting in the dark. Briefly about safety. The bonfire has a nasty habit of spreading over dry grass. It is fraught with forest fires. You can set both your tent and equipment on fire. Some hunters, falling asleep by the fire, risk waking up from acute pain. Pants are on fire! And the flame is already picking up to the rest of the property, sometimes to your jeep. Therefore, cut off the sod (the top layer of soil) and turn it over and line the fire pit on all sides! By the way, some firewood, in particular, aspen, tend to shoot nasty when burning, and no worse than snipers. "Bam," and the ember has already burned a hole in the signature suit! The tree, it happens, is shooting, someone else. I don’t remember now. I can only see a few holes in my jacket. Memorable holes of spring hunts!
Children love new emotions and memorable events. By all means, everyone once had an incredible hike into the forest filled with minutes of joy. An essay about such an event is often asked to schoolchildren. Both children and parents should understand how to write such a story correctly. "Walking into the Woods" is an essay that can be painted in colors and emotionally. The detailed and emotional text will be highly appreciated and recognized by the teacher.
How to write an essay "Walking in the woods"
In order for this type of work to be performed at a high level, you should adhere to the correct sequence. To do this, mothers, fathers or grandparents who are doing homework with the child should tell the child, "Walking into the Woods" is an essay that can be presented in the following order:
- A short introduction. Here you need to tell about when and under what circumstances the campaign took place. Who did the child go to the forest with, what season was it at that time.
- Main part. At this point, it is necessary to state what was most memorable from the trip, what interesting adventures awaited them in the forest.
- Completion. In this column, you need to briefly describe whether you still want to go on such a trip. And also, in conclusion, you can indicate what else I would like to see in the forest.
Such a plan will help your child understand in what order to express their thoughts when writing an essay. Therefore, let such a sketch be somewhere at hand at the time of the work.
"A memorable trip to the forest" - an essay for primary schoolchildren
Surely every child was in the forest. Either it was a walk with my parents, or picking mushrooms or berries. In order for a son or daughter to write an essay correctly, you need to show them an example, on the basis of which you can compose your story. You can take the following idea.
Example composition:
“There is a forest not far from my grandmother’s dacha. And when I come to visit her on vacation, we will definitely go to wander through the thickets of our favorite area. Every time we come across something interesting and surprising.
I especially remember one of ours. We went to the forest to have a picnic there. Having reached the edge we liked, we sat down on the rugs. Suddenly, clouds thickened over us, and it began to rain heavily. Since the weather was fine in the morning, we didn't even think about taking umbrellas or raincoats with us. It was a long way home to run. So I had to hide in the forest. My grandmother and I managed to come up with a shelter. Between the trees we stretched an oilcloth, which was supposed to become a table, and hid there. In order not to be sad, my grandmother began to sing songs, she knows a lot of them. I also began to sing along. Our picnic turned out to be very unusual. To the sound of the rain, we ate everything that we brought with us from the dacha.
When the rain ended, we went home. We had almost reached the dacha when a rainbow rose in front of us, and the bright sun shone, as if specially for us. I will never forget this day. Despite the bad weather, we had an unforgettable time with my beloved inventor grandmother. "
Such an essay is suitable for first grade schoolchildren, and the child will deserve an excellent mark.
Beautiful essay for middle school students
Sometimes they are asked to write an essay "A Trek to the Winter Forest". It is not difficult to do this kind of work, it is enough just to sincerely and emotionally tell a story from life that will be remembered for a long time. For example, you can give a child the following essay to read:
“There is a beautiful forest not far from our house. It is beautiful at any time of the year. Once my dad and three of my classmates decided to go to the forest in winter. It was on that day that the paths were covered with snow, and the snowdrifts in some places were above the knee.
I especially remember one moment. When we got to the forest, we noticed that not a single path could be seen, because the whole road was strewn with winter silver. Dad said he would go first, trample the path. My friends and I followed him. On the way we met huge snowdrifts, I was slightly above the knee. Then I fell into the snow. I was immersed in snow captivity so much that my friends did not immediately understand where I had gone at all. But when they saw how happy I was there, they fell next to me. Dad also lay down in a huge snowdrift. Then we no longer looked for paths, but simply fell into the snow, played snowballs and made fortresses.
When we got home, my mother barely recognized us. All the clothes were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the shoes were full of water. But we had a very good frolic and had a lot of fun. "
Such essay options will help children get good grades and convey their emotions and experiences.
Day off - composition. A day in the coniferous forest gave fond memories
A day off outside the city, the essay on which is presented to the reader's attention, began with a walk for the children in the surrounding area. Passing a wheat field swaying by the waves
Emerald stalks of bread, schoolchildren walked through the fabulous pine forest, the buzzing organ of ship pines over the daily bustle of forest dwellers.
The day off in early May was very warm and sunny. My class went to May Day to take a break from the busy end of the year and recharge with spring mood for the upcoming, last call.
In the early morning, barely touching with its gentle dawn the tops, whitening on the outskirts, high-rise microdistricts, we reached the final stop on a suburban highway by the first trolleybus. Ahead was a green field of young wheat, and beyond
It is a picturesque spruce forest, which every year was replenished with new seedlings of young pines and Christmas trees.
The viscous porridge of spring thaw under our feet was gradually replaced by velor islands of emerald moss and a springy, deliciously crunching carpet of last year's red needles. We walked in single file one after another, dodging the spread-out paws of thorny pines.
Some perennial spruces were so high that they seemed to cling with their blue-green, shaggy tops to the white lambs of the clouds, frolicking in a round dance of heavenly dance. The mischievous sun either dived into their whipped foam, then looked out slyly, winking with a scattering of sunny "bunnies".
We easily found a clearing suitable for a picnic and made a small fire from dry branches and cones. Talking in a low voice so as not to disturb the invisible forest dwellers. we comfortably settled down around the fire splashing in sheaves of sparks and enjoyed the beauty and peace of the weekend.
The distant cuckoo was counting our long years, and the carefree woodpecker, in the intervals between the rolling rattles, glanced at us with curiosity, funny bowing from side to side with his red beret. Spring motives of bird trills merged in unison, hovering over the evergreen forest with a life-affirming chord of harmony.
On the way home, we very often looked back, mentally saying goodbye to the magical fairy tale of the nature of our native land and with firm confidence to return all together to this wonderful place during our summer holidays.
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This story was told to me by a friend who happened to her last summer.
As usual, she quit her job in the summer to relax in the warm summer sun. Usually she goes on vacation to Ukraine to her grandmother, but this time her mother persuaded to go to her relatives in Karelia. Further, the story from her words:
“My parents and I arrived in the village early in the morning. The first thing I did was go to the refrigerator, because my mom has a “black belt” in cooking and kills with one cutlet, in principle, like my sister, so I was hungry like a dog. My grandmother had evening milk and homemade smoked chicken in the refrigerator. After having a snack and a little shake with my grandmother, I went for a walk around the village. But before leaving, my grandmother warned not to go to the forest alone, because there were many wolves in them as never before ”.
When she was telling this, I was truly interested in what kind of suicidal wolf would dare to encroach on these 120 kg of "kindness and mercy" of my friend, as she already understood she was a "fragile" girl, beats with her left so that then the doctors pump it out. Well, so, I continue:
“I, of course, as always agreed with her and went for a walk. Of my friends, I met only one guy who did not even recognize me, apparently due to the fact that instead of brains there was vodka. But it was purple for me - finding something to do is not a problem for me. So I spent the whole day walking senselessly in familiar places. In the evening I returned home, and when I was already approaching, I noticed that all the windows of all the neighbors were closed with shutters. I asked my grandmother, she said that again this is all because of the wolves, tk. they calmly walk through the village and only God knows what is on their minds.
But I, of course, was not scared, in the end, even if they would break into the house, I always slept on the second floor, and until they get to me, they will have to first eat everyone who is downstairs, and then I during this time I will lock myself as it should.
After a hearty supper, everyone scattered to their rooms, however, they pushed my sister into my room so that the two of them could sleep together. We lie and look out the window at the head, the sky is beautiful starry. And then the howl begins, moreover, such a sad, lingering one ... for the first time I ever heard wolves howling, but I really liked it. On the contrary, my sister shuffled under the covers (she had a phobia on werewolves, or rather, on all films with them, and any mention of them caused her genuine fear). I, of course, as befits an older sister, began to scare her with all sorts of tales, inventing on the go, if she’s lucky, she will dump her down to her parents - and I’ll be happy.
But she, such a brute, withstood and passed out in addition to everything. I think, okay, let him sleep for himself, the main thing is that she doesn't do it at night, and, just in case, move away from her - you never know what will dream? And this howl stopped. I am asleep, I see the tenth dream, and I feel that they are waking me up, but I’m too lazy to open my eyes - after all, we drove for a long time, I was tired. Well, I open my eyes, already preparing to open my mouth and tell my sister everything I think of her. Opening my eyes, I see that she is trembling all over and tells me to look out the window. I ask her why, and she told me - look. I look - there is no one, the sky is clear, everything is visible, the roads are empty, there is no one on the street, only one lamp near the post office is on, and it is dark around ... beauty. I asked what she was waking me up to, and she told me: "There the dog walked on two paws." Then I realized that I was guaranteed to get on the wet sheet, which she would provide. Told her to relax and sleep, no one is there. She, an infection, lay under her side and grabbed me with her arms to feel that I was near. I think figs with her.
In the morning, a surprise awaited me: the sheet was dry, for me it is real happiness that I don’t have to stand up to the top of my booty in the morning and wash my laundry in a basin. After doing all our business and having breakfast with pancakes, my mother and I flooded into the forest, because the neighbor said that the chanterelles had gone so early. We thought that we would just pick it up, fry it with potatoes and make soup.
Gathered and flooded with a neighbor. Because to the part of the forest where the mushroom places were far away, we drove in his car, on a penny, I was even surprised that she could withstand me. We drove deeper into the forest and left. The air is clean, the birds are singing, the sun is breaking through the pines ... beauty ... The neighbor went one way, and my mother and I went the other. He decided to remind us that wolves are found here, well, my mother and I joked that we ourselves would eat anyone, and calmly left.
We walked for a long time, finding only a few pieces. We did not go far from the car, because these places were no longer so familiar, and why bother hitting the bumps again? My mother and I decided to return to the car and we hear that something is rushing towards us, such a sound when the air is cut with something. We see - in front of the spruce branches someone touches, well, of course, they tensed. We were already going to arrange a sprint race with obstacles, as our neighbor seemed to be rushing with a bullet, as if they had smeared one place with turpentine. Runs and yells for us to run to the car. Since I'm a smart girl, I jerked, grabbing my mother by the scruff of my neck, and rushed to the car - I'd better ask later what happened. As they say, it is better to overdo it than not to miss it. We ran on a par with our uncle, ran up to the car, he began to open it, but she, the dog, does not open, the signaling blocks the lock, I generally thought: “What for is the alarm in it, who needs this pile of scrap metal”?
A neighbor with a Russian scientific approach kicked the car, and it opened miraculously, apparently afraid that if it didn't open itself in an amicable way, I would open it.
Locked into the car, the man's hands are shaking like a drunkard, he is trying to insert the key. Mom asks him what happened, and he answers something vague, well, I thought that he came across a bear (it's just not the first time that he is so lucky). The car started up, started backwards and turned around and drove away from this place. I looked out the window and, together with my mother, saw several gray wolves running out of the trees, among which one is really huge in size and, sniffing the air, stands on its hind legs. I probably lost 20 kg at once and got to clean the salon, but I saw this for the first time. This wolf really calmly stood on its hind legs and looked in our direction. He had a grin, even my mother noticed it, as if smiling so maliciously. He seemed to look like a wolf, only he clearly had wide ribs, narrow ears and a wide muzzle.
We flew out of the forest and, rushing home, told grandma everything. She so calmly listened to us and said that "I warned you." As it was clear from her words, this creature was something like a goblin that appeared in every certain cycle of time, something about once every 7 years.
Without hesitation, I packed my things and in the evening rushed back home to Moscow. I'd rather stay in the urban jungle than injure my tender psyche like that.
At first I thought it was just a bike, but her mother said the same thing, while noting that they did not use any wheels, mushrooms or something like that.
On April 26, 2011, my spring trip to the forest at the Platonida tract, in the vicinity of Mount Shunut, took place. At first, the road was normal and passable, but then snow appeared. Rivers flow under the snow, the crust does not hold. It is simply impossible to walk without rubber boots - your feet will be wet. I had already visited Platonis earlier, so I knew where I was going, but did not suspect about such snowdrifts. Just like in the north!
Moose footprint
Somehow I reached the source of Platonides. Stopped there on a hillock. He built a small shelter, made a fire, stayed overnight.
Regarding the node: the node of 3 logs burned best of all (two are on the ground, one is on top). A node of two (one on the ground, the other on it, on the sides there are 4 pegs) did not burn. There was no such thing as to lay down the logs, set them on fire - and burn all night. It burned continuously for a maximum of an hour, then the fire died down and it was necessary to turn over the wood, toss it up, in general, to shuffle the fire. Nodya is the optimal campfire for spending the night. Warms up to full height. The lounger should be made at a distance of 40-55 cm from the ground, warm air goes up and will warm you well. Also, if there is a need for this, I recommend that you close all the cracks at the bottom of the shelter well, lay them with moss or spruce branches - because the wind will blow through them and the heat will leave. You can hang a reflective film on the roof, it will reflect infrared radiation and thereby increase heat transfer. It is better to use polyethylene for the roof. When using coniferous wood, you need to be careful, as they shoot and the coals can burn things for you. Fir with bark burns well, flares up quickly. It is better to put aspen at night - it gives a lot of heat and does not shoot. It is recommended to install a screen behind the fire so that the wind does not blow on it and the smoke does not go towards you.
About the psychological state: loneliness, cloudy weather, snow, humidity have borne fruit. Fighting spirit was practically at zero, a state of apathy arose, I did not want to do anything, but moved quietly. Drovishko made a fire for a firewood. The main thing in such cases is to do something, and it is not necessary to torture yourself with physical labor, you just need to pay attention to something, for example, burn a fire, chop wood, just walk, but at least something, just not to sit around. A bonfire, hot food, a roof over your head - in general, the necessary comfort - raise morale. When you lie in a shelter, a fire is burning, you are well-fed and kind of happy - nothing else is needed. Some primal instincts wake up.
Output: spring is not the best time for spending the night or just walking in the woods. My will was a little upset. Got some experience for myself. There is safety in numbers. It is worth going on the first expedition not earlier than at the end of May - beginning of June and with someone. So, whoever gathered right away - it will be very difficult for you without preparation, you need to prepare, go hiking, practice. In no case should you hope for chance. You need to prepare for the worst and be ready for it, at least morally. You can't think that you can jump over your head. it can be much more difficult than it seems, and does not forgive mistakes! There is no need to naively believe that everything will work out somehow - it may not work out easy. People, knowing about all the dangers and difficulties, often simply neglect them, forget, simply misunderstand. Until a person is touched by this or that problem, a person will not be able to understand it, because there is no personal experience to overcome this problem. This is especially true for people who are not familiar with the taiga and naively believe that everything will work out for them!
For example, I forgot my rubber boots, or rather, I just didn’t take them, but they would be very appropriate there. Or he built the couch too low, the heat went up, I would have known, built it higher. It’s on such little things that everything is built. Many more simply forget about all these everyday difficulties and think about how they will meditate, engage in self-improvement, but in order for you to succeed, you need to go through fire and water!