I meant to say "vintage style." Then I read the comment... And this one is definitely "vintage." The bike is also a first-generation color version. Because my Orva still holds its colors better... Well, and the recommendation isn't just for the rarity, of course.
On Kola (difficulty 4), three married couples were rafting alongside us: all 73-75 years old.... It was the legendary Vitaly Abalakov and his friends. True, they were all Honored Masters of Sports in mountaineering. And the photo is good.
What a nostalgic photo! I was in a similar place in Karelia! And also kayaking! Beautiful! I was catching so many pike there, we didn't know what to do with them! Those were the days! And about the photo itself, the colors could use some correction! Basically, this has already been mentioned above!
L_A_D, That's right, there were plenty of pike there back then.
Of course, I was very interested in the fishing process, but I never got the chance to fish to my heart's content, to let my heart go... I was with a group of water tourists, and their task was to follow the route. Everything was subordinated to this.
Obviously, the timing was also important. Over two weeks, there was only one day off, when we stood still and didn't move.
We were only able to put down our spinning rods in fits and starts. In the morning, due to sleep. During the day, during brief moorings to the shore.
And in the evening, after dinner and before lights out. Provided you're not on duty, that there are no other common activities, but you have the energy and desire.
Photography is almost exclusively on the move.
After 80 km. After ascending the Iksa River, we made a 3-kilometer portage to the lake (I think it was Undozero). We went there and back twice, dragging all our gear and the catamaran along the trails. We covered 9 kilometers (6 kilometers there, loaded, 3 kilometers back, empty). After that, we took a rest day. We rested...
Leonid Levonovich, Well, I have a slightly different story, it's a long one to tell, because our trip lasted a whole month, and the impressions will last a lifetime! We caught fish, picked cloudberries in the swamps, swam in the White Sea itself, lived on the islands - in short, words cannot describe the emotions we experienced there! They say that even the Urals have unearthly, untouched beauty!
Viktor Balalaikin, Communication is so contagious. Thoughts are shared, feelings, memories, ideas arise... I'm very glad our communication yielded such results.
L_A_D I've only had this kind of trip once, so unfortunately, I don't have any impressions of the Urals. And what I've told you is only a small part of the story... One evening, I set up some tip-ups on a bush and everyone sat down to dinner. Everything was in full view. We saw a bite. I crawled on my belly to the edge of the cliff, lowered my head, and saw a sizable pike holding a live bait in its mouth. There were about two meters between us. I didn't move. We looked into each other's eyes for a second or two, then the pike spat out the bait and moved on. We sat down to dinner. Another bite. We sat and ate, pretending to let it swallow it whole. We finished eating, and ended up with an empty treble hook. And so, we ate ten tip-ups that evening. The watermen laughed at me. I was hooked... I got up early, started fishing with a spinning rod in the backwater – silence. Either it had eaten its fill of bait, or it had moved. I drifted downstream. It was covered in grass, and there was almost nowhere to cast. I found a small passage in the rapids. On my second cast, I got a good bite. I was guiding it along the passage, struggling. My spinning rod was in a curve. The passage turned upstream, and I saw my line follow, despite my efforts. I realized the rod was finished, even though it was metal. I let the end of it slide along the line and began to retrieve it with my hands, like a bottom fishing rod. It was hard, but I managed to turn it around and pull it onto the gently sloping bank. A log! With shaking legs and shaking hands, I pulled the trophy from the water. I barely got the lure out; somewhere near the tail, the line was almost cut in half by the teeth. I then sat by the tents for an hour, waiting for the others to wake up so I could present the trophy... Weighing about 4 kg.
Thanks, I'll try working with the color.
Thanks.
Well, and the recommendation isn't just for the rarity, of course.
And yet, it's ORWO.
But I must confess, perhaps I overdid it during processing.
The scan shows May greenery, but it was August.
The sky is a bit light...
While I was squeezing some things and darkening others, I got what you see...
Thanks.
Unfortunately, I can remember a lot now, but I can't repeat it...
Alas...
Thank you.
On Kola (difficulty 4), three married couples were rafting alongside us: all 73-75 years old.... It was the legendary Vitaly Abalakov and his friends. True, they were all Honored Masters of Sports in mountaineering.
And the photo is good.
Thanks for the comment!
But I didn't deny it...
Thanks.
That's right, there were plenty of pike there back then.
Of course, I was very interested in the fishing process, but I never got the chance to fish to my heart's content, to let my heart go...
I was with a group of water tourists, and their task was to follow the route. Everything was subordinated to this.
Obviously, the timing was also important. Over two weeks, there was only one day off, when we stood still and didn't move.
We were only able to put down our spinning rods in fits and starts. In the morning, due to sleep. During the day, during brief moorings to the shore.
And in the evening, after dinner and before lights out. Provided you're not on duty, that there are no other common activities, but you have the energy and desire.
Photography is almost exclusively on the move.
After 80 km. After ascending the Iksa River, we made a 3-kilometer portage to the lake (I think it was Undozero). We went there and back twice, dragging all our gear and the catamaran along the trails. We covered 9 kilometers (6 kilometers there, loaded, 3 kilometers back, empty). After that, we took a rest day. We rested...
Thank you.
Thanks.
Communication is so contagious.
Thoughts are shared, feelings, memories, ideas arise...
I'm very glad our communication yielded such results.
Thank you.
I've only had this kind of trip once, so unfortunately, I don't have any impressions of the Urals.
And what I've told you is only a small part of the story...
One evening, I set up some tip-ups on a bush and everyone sat down to dinner. Everything was in full view. We saw a bite. I crawled on my belly to the edge of the cliff, lowered my head, and saw a sizable pike holding a live bait in its mouth. There were about two meters between us. I didn't move. We looked into each other's eyes for a second or two, then the pike spat out the bait and moved on. We sat down to dinner. Another bite. We sat and ate, pretending to let it swallow it whole. We finished eating, and ended up with an empty treble hook. And so, we ate ten tip-ups that evening. The watermen laughed at me. I was hooked... I got up early, started fishing with a spinning rod in the backwater – silence. Either it had eaten its fill of bait, or it had moved. I drifted downstream. It was covered in grass, and there was almost nowhere to cast. I found a small passage in the rapids. On my second cast, I got a good bite. I was guiding it along the passage, struggling. My spinning rod was in a curve. The passage turned upstream, and I saw my line follow, despite my efforts. I realized the rod was finished, even though it was metal. I let the end of it slide along the line and began to retrieve it with my hands, like a bottom fishing rod. It was hard, but I managed to turn it around and pull it onto the gently sloping bank. A log! With shaking legs and shaking hands, I pulled the trophy from the water. I barely got the lure out; somewhere near the tail, the line was almost cut in half by the teeth.
I then sat by the tents for an hour, waiting for the others to wake up so I could present the trophy... Weighing about 4 kg.
Glad you liked them.
I think there will be more, come back...
Thanks.