Finally, I went with the tourist club "Snowdrop"on a hike. I couldn't make it work for a while, waited for this for about two months, probably.
There are some good pics taken by Oleg and Sabina (you need an account on https://web.archive.org/web/20170409181412/https://www.мордакнига.рф/), and I'll post a mix of mine (terrible, as usual) and theirs.
Lo-fi to the masses! Here are the tracks for a start, how we walked and how much we covered. Altogether - 24 km in about 9 hours. Got up at 7, left the bus station at 8, got back at half past six. In some places we fell through the snow a bit, slipped on the ice, but overall it wasn't hard. Everything was awesome, I just need to get better footwear, and then I can walk further. Snowdrop, by the way, invites everyone who wants to join, but asks to keep in mind that "Snowdrop is not Mother Teresa." (c) Oleg
Snowdrop in Svente
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This is Sabina and Oleg.
My sharp eye (or rather, brain), upon seeing Sabina, immediately yelled: "Hipster detected". All in all, I probably didn't sin much against the truth.
I bought these jeans in the US a year ago, and could barely squeeze into them. Now, on the contrary, they are very comfortable. But all the rest of my clothes hang like a sack, I need to change them, but I don't feel like spending money on it.
This is Oleg and I sitting on Egļukalns, there's a tower nearby and a ski slope well-known in our parts.
It's also nice here in winter.
That very tower.
Sabina marches stubbornly, even though she didn't get enough sleep and was like a zombie in places.
Beauty.
Walking on a dry road is easy and pleasant.
Our native shit-mud.
"We usually catch fish about this size. On a boot. We stick a foot with a boot into the stream and wait, and they just bite."
This is the view from Egļukalns, on the left is a big ski hill
Walking in a sunny forest — there's nothing better in the world!
Bananas are my food. And Oleg drinks half tea and half liquid black evil. By the way, you completely missed the elephant in the room — look at what a savage machete is stuck in the ground on the right.
Viet Cong, bro
Sausage and brandy fortify the strength of the snowdrops. Not all of them, though, but only the most hardcore stubborn ones, represented by Oleg.
This doesn't stop him from leading and guiding, as well as looking wisely at the rank-and-file participants
Beavers are kind
But nature isn't
We go this way
Lovers of holding DSLRs in their hands haven't died out yet on Latvian soil
We had to jump over streams, too
And fall through the snow up to our knees and deeper
It wasn't easy
But very satisfying
We're soaring!
How sweetly I hugged this tree! Almost like a girl
It's easier this way, but it might just snap under you
Beauty. If only my eyesight were better too. But as a memory, it's great — you look and rejoice.
Zombies on the march
The stream is knee-deep for Oleg. Literally, as it turned out.
Mysterious ruins in the middle of the swamps. Waiting for the Hound of the Baskervilles.
The forest is planted in neat rows.
Our swamps are incredibly beautiful
The girls are pretty great too, they have such heroic strength that they crash through the snow like epic heroes
For travelers in the Latgalian forests, benches have been thoughtfully knocked over by the wind
Took a shortcut through the cemetery, saw this kind of guarded facility
It's a good thing we have civilization, and there are benches at all the rural bus stops
We are not tired at all, and can still stand
Bonus: why is there no snow on the path, but there is everywhere else? It's a dense forest all around. A mystery.
There's a satellite dish hidden in the picture. I'm serious.