Climbing - it is a great way to spend the winter summer.

The writing on the topic: How I Spent My Summer.

The road to the summit of Mount Elbrus, of course, was not the same as it was seen in Moscow. After rising to a height of 3800m to the barrel, we met a group of rescuers, down body of the deceased a few days ago, glaciologists. For some reason this does not diminish the commitment to us. Life in the barrel I was not a novelty, but a tough acclimation I experienced the first time. No power after acclimatization collapses into bed, but sleep does not give a splitting head, and the next day on the fly's eyes are closed. Technically, go to Elbrus is not difficult, but that's stomping on the hill, suddenly you realize: "A little to the left of the slope - you fall off, get lost. A little tilt to the right - still does not save. "In addition, we were not binding, and the notch, none of us could not. But when I'm - fetish folded sticks and picked up the ax, self-confidence greatly increased. Only now desperately short of power. Slumped like after every third step. We walked for a long time ... got to the top three out of four. Fourth gornyashkoy covered with slightly above the saddle, and he turned down. We expected that he would go down with the other we have encountered a group, but went alone. Several times to sleep on a slope, at the risk of staying there forever, but fate is often favorable to madmen, and he went down badly frozen, but it is, alive. We do tours (his whole appearance, character and behavior reminded me of the film Tarkovsky's Stalker) continued to move to the top. The main danger on Elbrus - is rapidly changing weather of which are most dependent on the chances of a comeback. And, of course, it got worse with each passing minute. Vertices we have achieved already in the thick fog and completely exhausted. But the summit is conquered only by returning to the camp. The way down was coming a long time. I was most surprised by the tears rolled down my cheeks at the top.