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Adventures are waiting for you in Gornaya Kolyvan
Ahoy, mates! If you are looking for the ultimate adventure-filled family vacation or a weekend with good guys, then leave all the vexatious pleasures of civilization behind, take your backpacks and plunge into the paradise of mountaineering in the north-western frontages of the Tigireck and Korgon ranges of Rudny Altai, called Kolyvan.
Kolyvan ... a treasure-box... a historical nature reserve...the special pride of my native land Altai! This area is connected with such famous names as Polzynov, the Frolovs, the Shangins, Gumboldt, Brem, and Semyonov-Tyanshansky. It is a window to the majesty and craft of handy stone-masons. The word "Kolyvan" stands for "stone" or "clay pot" which was brought to Altai by Baltic re-settlers as it was a former name of Revel (Tallinn). From ancient times, its rich deposits of gray-violet porphyries, green jaspers, granites, quartzite, mice and marbles were wrapped into myths and legends. They were even called "Tibetan stones" known for their beauty and curative properties.
Nothing can be compared with the unique harmony of this rolling country with waist-deep thickets of savory, willow-herb, a divine riot of bees, dragonflies and butter-flies sweeping over gorgeous meadows, ruins of time-damaged Demidov's silver and copper mines, watch-towers, deep caves, a turquoise necklace of Beloe, Chernoe, Krugloe and Mokhovoe lakes. Above the watered stones in every nook and cranny, you can notice flickering lights, little-bitty bright orange bubbles, glorious sparkling dream visions of roaming will-o-the-wisps.
You will enjoy a billion-star sky, a luxurious, raspberry-scented hay bed, a nosegay of grassland fragrance. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into the Earth. Tender gales will blow their own strength, while cares will drop off like last year's withered grass. In no clime, the air is so pure and full of blessing odor of cedars, asps, birches, and snow-ball-trees. You'll discover a variety of mouth-watering things including strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, red and black currants, and eglantines around every stone. The highest of them, composed of gray quartz with dark mica, is 1117 meters above the sea level! Ever-silent blue firs form a spacious emerald green live dome, providing a sure shelter for dales of blue-eyed forget-me-nots, red-cupped peonies, lilac lavenders, white-shaded lilies-of-the-valleys and unique golden rootlets. A real blue fairy-tale! Tall giants seem to guard the peerless charm of a tiny water bowl on its top. Those who sip some of its live-giving drops are supposed to be lucky for the rest of their lives.
The Kamenka, the Sinyshka, and the Glubochanka fanning around the hills are always on a move, speeding, looping, twisting, and hurrying to feed the Belaya river. Cold waters of this streamlet are so transparent that you can see every pebble, every teeny-weeny baby fish of graylings, starlets and gudgeons, and are so swift that you should take care of your trainers and clothes at the fords, not to lose them in the torrent. It's a wonderful chance to have a natural hydro massage free, isn't it?
You may ask me what is the best time of the day here? Well, my heart melts with admiration in late twilights. There is something mysterious in these moments. It’s so wonderful to sit with your best friends round the fire, listen to the guitar, and watch the dying embers and sparkles that arise slowly and disappear in the dark of the sky. The waves of the Belaya take the twinkling stars, the silent silver Moon and the darkness of night and hurry with them towards the beginning of a new day.
New tourist routes are waiting for us in Gornaya Kolyvan. But it's another story...Ahoy, mates don't miss a chance to get a close-up look at fantastic corner of my native land!
aleksandra shneider
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