I mentally prepared for half a year, they say I can sleep in a tent alone, Well, what's wrong with that? I can. I can .. Probably I can ((
And then the hour X came. No one wanted to go camping with me, and I thought this was a chance, I had to test myself. I have the experience of one-day trips alone, there was nothing terrible for me. I'll warm up the night somehow. Bought a ticket and go.
2. I arrived in the village of Ubinskaya - this is a real mecca for tourists, cyclists and mountain runners.
3. A quiet place in the mountains of the Seversky district of the Krasnodar Territory. Beyond this village there is nothing but mountains. 
4. In the vicinity of the village there are a lot of famous peaks and waterfalls that tourists have already fallen in love with - Sober-Bash, Papai, Ubin-Su, Pshad waterfalls, etc. I just decided to conquer Popeye, I have never been there, one of the highest peaks in these places. 
5. According to the forecast, rain was promised all two days. But this did not stop me, the better to test your spirit, so to speak, in more extreme conditions. 
6. There were almost no people on my way, the river Ubin went along the road. 
7. On the way, I even met a friend from Krasnodar, he, like all decent people, was surprised that I was going on a hike alone. He said that if anything - come back here to the camp site. Remember these words, they will come in handy later)) 
8. Thus, I reached the mineral spring, met a hiker, offered to go along, he refused, because. says he was already at the top this week, and said that he would spend the night near the source, he would not go further. 
9. The road was getting worse, puddles, mud appeared, it started to rain. 
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13. I was afraid to walk across the bridge, took off my shoes and forded the river, this was the only ford on the way. 
The rain poured down harder, I almost reached the foot of my mountain. There was no point in climbing the rocks in the rain, and there was no water there either. And I decided to pitch a tent, because. found a roof in the truest sense of the word. As long as the rain doesn't get wet. Ate. So the evening came. Everything was fine until it was completely dark. The rain was pounding on the roof, someone was scratching somewhere in the distance, the usual sounds of the forest.
But I began to be overcome by fear. I drank valerian) I went to bed. Slept for exactly an hour. Sitting in a tent, my imagination painted terrible pictures that something would happen to me. I drank the valerian again, and more, and more. Didn't help. Then I remembered that on the way I met the cross-grave of the deceased female instructor. And what will I do if she comes to me? What if a UFO comes down to me? Because no one will know that I'm here.
Then I see a knife nearby and start to really think that it's time to cut my own throat so that there are no these hellish thoughts in my head. I started going crazy. She left the tent. It was dark, but the outlines of the trees were visible, the rain was pouring harder, it was cold, it was only 22 pm on the clock. I won't make it to the morning. I'm scared and I won't sleep. What is more terrible: to sit in a tent and go crazy, or to return back to the camp site to which I was called? No, don't be afraid to come back. I have experience of walking at night, so in 5 minutes I pack a backpack, stuff all things with my feet. I put on a raincoat, turn on the bug flashlight and go, back 10 km through the mud. The road is muddy, knee-deep mud, I walk slowly, the outlines of the bushes can be seen when there are no trees. The rain intensified. I periodically look back, what if someone is chasing me? Now it all looks silly, but when you are alone, you have a huge panic.
When the dirt ended, I went faster, I was almost running, so it's not scary. On the way, the small river Ubin turned into a huge bubbling monster, I won’t wade, it’s already up to my waist. Walking on a shaky bridge without a railing... This is already suicide. But there is nothing to do. I walk, and the river rages under my feet. Then I got scared! She crossed and ran even faster.
At the same time, I light a candle with a flashlight in front, and suddenly a wild boar grunts in the bushes next to me, I died of fear! Only the boar was not enough for me now!
I ran 10 times faster, constantly turning around, lighting a candle into the darkness with a lantern, then again forward the candle and stumble upon the cross-grave where the female guide died. This is where I totally screwed up! And flew forward, laying large bricks along the way. So in 2 hours I flew to the camp site. A river spread before her, crossed a ford, I knocked on the gate - silence. I call by phone (advertising hung) - phone is switched off. What to do? It takes a long time to get to the village, deep night, there are no options - you have to climb the fence.
Now they will take me for a thief. We must go to the watchman. Found. Woke up the watchman. He freaked out. Baba is alone at night. I suggested that maybe there are numbers? He says everything is busy, go to sleep with me)) And he has a TV set. I say, let's say, for the beginning of the video, let's see, he has a lot of cassettes with militants. She looked at the action movie with a nasal voice, finished all her food supplies from wild hunger. The watchman turned out to be a normal old man, he told stories about how he hunted lynx in these places 40 years ago. I was surprised that I met a wild boar, because. officials poisoned all the wild boars in the forest, all the remaining animals went further. So they sat for several hours. Then he fell asleep, so I went to bed. What to do?)) So I slept a couple of hours until the morning. I woke up the watchman, said goodbye, and so I reached the village slowly.
14. It rained all night and morning. I never enjoyed the morning like then. All my fears are gone with the dawn. And I thought, well, couldn’t I wait until the morning? That's a fool)) Urom we are all brave. 
15. I have never seen such a full-flowing Ubin. 
16. I walked around the village and came to a stop. 
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There was a bus at the bus stop, waiting for the children from the campaign. It's still 2 hours before my bus. The driver opened the door, invited to warm up, because. it’s dog-like cold outside, and I’m already all wet, the raincoat must have torn when I ran through the forest at night)) The driver poured me hot tea, treated me with sweets and poisoned stories. Then came his children, hikers. Then my minibus came, and from there a landing of other children, who were going to Papaya and further to the sea, spilled out. And the rain kept pouring down harder...
Hooray! Vacation! All summer at home, great - so I thought in June 1965 in my favorite boarding school No. 4 in the city of Yaroslavl, after finishing the 9th grade, when I was going to go home for the summer holidays. And here I am at home.
After a few days of relative rest and walking for berries in the forest, it became a bit boring. I suggested to my friends, the guys who lived in our big house, and in other barracks houses, to go on a hike alone, without adults, to the lakes of Ryumnikovo and Chashnitsy. We developed a route, agreed that the most necessary things should be taken with you, what provisions and how much. Fortunately for us, all the parents let their children go without any explanation or instructions to me, the ringleader of this event. They knew me and trusted their children. In the morning at four o'clock, everyone began to gather near our house: the guys stood with backpacks or shoulder bags, Seryozha Pisarev had to wait the longest, but soon he came, accompanied by his mother. She said a few parting words to him, to all of us, after which we set off. They walked one after another, in single file: I followed this strictly. It seemed to me that this is how, and not otherwise, children should go camping. Yes, to be honest, in the movies we saw how those who go on some kind of trip follow each other. We were overwhelmed with an incomprehensible, sublime feeling: we are alone, without parents, we are going on a hike. It is interesting that no matter how much we walked, no one groaned, no one complained of being tired - everyone wanted to be on top: to be courageous and enduring. From the outside, we probably looked focused and even funny, but we didn’t care. We made the first halt at the Chashnitsa lake. Distributed who, what does, appointed on duty. Several boys began to fish with their ears, I began to cook food, they put tea on to boil. During the journey, the children got hungry, and the fresh, morning air helped us work up such an appetite that anyone could envy us.
How delicious it was: we ate pasta with stew instantly, no one had to be persuaded, the tea turned out to be excellent too, with smoke. We never drank this. After a hearty breakfast, the children wanted to swim, asked my permission and received it, but they could swim in a certain place that I checked. We did not like Lake Chashnitsy for swimming: the bottom is not homogeneous, with snags and a lot of mud. After resting a little more, we went further, to Lake Ryumnikovo.
The sun rose higher, it became harder to walk, it was hot, and therefore, when we met a clearing with strawberries, everyone knelt down and began to crawl to pick berries, some of them plucked them with their mouths. Thus, we have such a mini halt. After eating berries and having a little rest, we went further and came across a narrow-gauge railway, which, as was known, went to a peat enterprise. It was easier to walk along. On the way we came across mushroom pickers, and then we saw a herd of cows, sheep, goats. The shepherds turned out to be unfriendly, they decided to scare us and set their dogs on us. It became scary, I shouted to the shepherds, they called the dogs away with a laugh, but for a long time we heard various insulting words addressed to us. After a long, in our opinion, search for the lake, we finally came to it. True, at first we came across a lot of blueberries, we could not resist and began to collect blueberries. We scored quite a lot and stopped right at the lake. You can’t imagine a better place for a halt: a peninsula with vegetation, fabulous trees went into the lake. I sent everyone for brushwood, I myself began to cook something to eat. The food was over, there was bread, sugar, and everyone had some potatoes. It was decided to bake potatoes in the coals, boil tea and make jam from the collected blueberries, i.e. not jam, but fresh blueberries with sugar added to it. Most importantly, with what appetite we ate baked potatoes, and then enjoyed delicious smoky tea, and even with blueberries and sugar spread on bread. It was something. Sanka Repnikov managed to really cook jam on a fire in a bowl. After resting, gaining strength, we began to play, tell different stories, laugh. The sun began to decline to the west, getting closer to the horizon, and we, having gathered, went back. We wandered for quite a long time, came out on some road that took us in the wrong direction, we returned to the starting point, having oriented ourselves, went in the right direction and, soon, came to the no longer existing village of Rykovo. My boys are tired. Someone said: "It's great if Vova came for us." The sound of an approaching car was heard ahead. The guys shouted: “Vova! Vova! I said that it couldn’t be, because he was at work and, suddenly, a truck stopped in front of us, turning around - it really was my older brother Vladimir. Joy knew no bounds. All the guys climbed into the back, I got into the cab and off we went. It turns out that when Vladimir returned home from work, he asked his mother: "The guys returned? - Mom answered:" No. Then he said: "I will go to meet them, otherwise they must be tired."
Near our house, a little worried, were waiting for my parents, neighbors and everyone who knew about our journey. We were greeted as heroes. Everyone was happy.
P.S.
About twenty years later, my husband and I were at the club on the occasion of the builder's day. It is celebrated every year in Khmilniki as a professional event. At the celebration we met Sanka Repnikov. Of course, it was an adult man who, like my younger brother, graduated from the Moscow Forestry Institute and was not that thin, incompetent boy - now it was Alexander Ivanovich - the director of the Rostov forestry enterprise.
Sanka invited me to dance and, to my great surprise, all the time while we were dancing, he spoke and recalled our childish summer trip: “I can’t remember anything better in my life,” he admitted at the end. “Thank you for organizing it then and taking me with you.” I was moved by this confession.
Soon Alexander Ivanovich died: something with a heart ... and he was then a little over thirty.
There is a storm here now. Let me tell you about the hikes.
Probably the coolest type of hiking in my experience is a hike into the night, wherever your eyes look. You just leave the house, go somewhere, there you get out of the type of transport you were driving, and you send it wherever your eyes look, at that moment knowing that you may never return home. This trip has a purpose, and the best way to find out what it is is to arrange such a trip.
More trips from the series “I had to move my legs in order to better talk about what to talk about now is the most important thing in the world and the most difficult thing in the world”, in the course of the conversation they walked and walked, and went to some unknown place, found yourself at a new point on the map, and the state of mind clarified.
I like to walk for a long time, and where transport would save time, there would not really be any hike. That is, a journey through the area to a neighboring town, forest or who knows what, which lasts several hours, with discoveries, heat, tired legs, a halt, an unexpected obstacle, an unexpected gift, by car would take about fifteen minutes and would not be called a hike, but a trip.
One of my mottos is "The slower, the richer."
My most important trips were with three friends. K., Yu., and N.
They are not about kayaks, equipment, backpacks, nature, breathtaking views, overcoming oneself, being drawn into the rhythm of everyday transitions.
No, these were mostly spontaneous, one-day hikes in urban areas, in large parks that you can get lost in if you are not a local.
These were trips to no one knows where, or rather, perhaps one of my companions knew well the ultimate goal of movement as a place and state at the end of the path, but I cannot say the same about myself.
I just walked along with the satellites, something changed in the process or later, upon reaching the end point. And in the process, a state would certainly come when both you and your companions understood that this is the goal, it has been achieved. Or they understood everything, and one of us later caught up with the knowledge of “why all this was.” Another important parameter was the state of internal time.
We came to a friend in Yasenevo. We collected sandwiches with sausage, a thermos with hot tea. We went to the forest on a dark winter evening, almost at night.
Yu's friend told us about a tree he was friends with as a child. Big old oak. This oak, in my then perception, was something like a local world tree.
And that almost at night we went to the world tree, and to the symbol of children's magic, which in childhood was everywhere, everywhere, natural as breathing. We went to the unrealizable and impossible - go and find on a cold winter night that tree that Y. saw for the last time a long time ago, in daylight, in the summer, and we didn’t know at all where that place was.
The road was hard, at least for me (I think if we just went to the park to get some air at night, it wouldn't be so hard for me). I wanted to fall behind the procession, to succumb to that dark heavy feeling that pulled me back, to fall exhausted, or to turn around and go back. But it was necessary to continue.
According to my internal clock, we trudged through the snowdrifts for at least several hours, although, objectively speaking, the park is not large enough to take so much time to wander through it.
We walked along the trail one after another, by the way, it seems, that's why it was hard, I fell behind and went trailing, in the middle it's much easier to walk.
It was as if there were no events in this campaign, in any case, only the shining night, the huge sky, the silhouettes of giant trees and the feeling of the path remained in my memory.
It all ended in the end, as a long music track ends - here you live in it a whole life, here you wander somewhere in another space, obeying the pattern of music, but here you stand in the resulting silence and learn to breathe again.
We came out into an open field. And it's time for hot black tea from a thermos and sandwiches. I now remember that they were with sausage, but, to tell the truth, I'm not sure. Just strong black tea and sausage sandwiches - such an understandable combination that it is difficult to imagine sausages in place, for example, fish or cheese. Maybe ham would still work.
They poured tea, handed it to each other carefully, talked about something important, were silent.
By the way, we didn't meet the Tree that night.
But the trip went well.
Now tell your stories about how you went camping.
School is a great time. This time is not only for lessons and homework, but also for joint recreation, games, fun. Often, children in whole classes, together with the class teacher, gather and go hiking: in the forest, in the mountains or on the river.
After such a journey, a lot of impressions remain, which are most often written about in essays. But how to express your thoughts correctly and competently? Let's try to write an essay on the topic "Hiking in the forest."
What is important to know?
Going on a hike, pay attention to what surrounds you - this will help to describe the area around you in an essay.
In addition, it must be remembered that any text consists of several parts - introduction, culmination and conclusion. Therefore, your essay on the topic “Journey to the Forest” should be a short story, logically built and completed.
To do this, you need to know that the main part occupies ½ of the entire text, it is in it that you must concentrate all the main events that occurred during the trip.
Let's look at each part separately.
Introduction
The introduction on average takes 3-5 sentences from the entire text. In it, you should briefly describe the meaning of your essay and set the main idea. For example:
“Saturday was a wonderful warm day. It was today that we decided to go to the forest with the class: pick mushrooms, watch squirrels and breathe in the clean forest air, then have a big picnic and admire the setting sun in the evening.”
If you haven’t been somewhere together with the class for a very long time, you can start your essay on the topic “Hiking in the Forest” with memories - and it doesn’t even matter how long ago it was.
“The highlight of my high school life was a hike in the woods when I was only 9 years old. Then for me the world seemed huge, and the forest at all - a whole kingdom. And now I remember that day with warmth - and it began with a bright sun and quick preparations.
Thus, setting the intrigue in the essay, you can maximize the central part of the essay - let's move on to its analysis.
Climax
In this part, you can express all your emotions and thoughts, talk about what happened in the forest and share your impressions. But do not forget that it is important to adhere to the literary style and follow the style of the text.
Your main body should be a continuation of the introduction. So, if you started the story in the introduction, then you need to continue it.
“When I entered the forest, I was surprised by the silence. Of course, birds chirped somewhere, leaves rustled underfoot, but no more sounds disturbed the ear. We started looking for mushrooms, and the very first thing I came across was a fly agaric. That was embarrassing!"
In your essay, you can also reason, give advice, and describe the world around you.
“The forest around was unique. The trees rose very densely to each other, covering the daylight with their crowns and leaves, so there was a pleasant shade in the forest itself. It is very important being in such a place to respect nature: do not litter, do not shout, do not tear bark from trees and do not ruin anthills. After all, the forest is the home of many animals.
Having stated everything that you wanted - stories, descriptions, tips, and maybe some personal thoughts and emotions - you need to complete the essay on the topic “Walking in the Forest”.
Final part
The conclusion, like the introduction, usually consists of 3-5 sentences. Here you should end your story. You can do this in several ways:
- If you raised any questions in the introduction or main part, you must answer them in the conclusion. For example: “And yet, having matured, I understand that the question “What is the most important thing to appreciate in childhood?” you can answer like this - memories of happy moments.
- If the student simply described the events happening to him and the surrounding nature of the forest, then a personal conclusion can be drawn. “I really enjoyed this hike. I hope the class and I will go to the forest more than once.”
- An essay on the topic “Class trip to the forest” can be completed with personal advice. "Take care of nature - this is a huge kingdom in which we live, and we must protect this wonderful house."
In this way, you can complete a mini-essay on the topic "Hiking in the forest." Be sure to use various literary tropes and expressive means to describe the text more vividly. For such an essay on the topic “A trip to the autumn forest”, you will receive a high rating.
The life-affirming awakening of nature after a winter sleep is colorfully described by an essay on the theme “Hiking”. The fertile chernozem of the fields, the spring greens of the breaking grass, the joyful polyphony of birds and the virgin purity of the first snowdrops not only cheered up the children, but also gave each of them a powerful impetus to new achievements.
On the my spring break dad offered to go out of town, admire the waking up nature of the native land. In the early morning, having collected our backpacks, we moved towards the city's new buildings, a kilometer from which the Birch Grove.
Blackened with greasy black soil, the field was plowed by tractors, moving back and forth, parallel to each other. Country road briskly green young, sticking out a mischievous hedgehog, grass. We walked along it, inhaling the invigorating, morning air with full breasts. Our family trip was riddled with intoxicants fluids spring mood.
The thin trunks of graceful birches were white behind the edge of the field in orderly rows, invitingly swaying, wavy strands of crowns flowing in the wind. The closer we came, the stronger the hearts beat and the breathtaking from the virgin purity and, trembling in the morning haze, the transparency of the birch grove, filled with the mysterious whisper of young foliage.
Dry deadwood crunched merrily under our feet, alerting shy birds, looking with curiosity at unexpected guests. Through the chaotic network of broken branches, covering the paths that scatter in all directions, forest herbs made their way, ready for violent flowering. A light, mixed fragrance of spring flowers enveloping the slender birch trunks with a fragrant plume.
Suddenly, an oval meadow full of bright white snowdrops spread out in front of us like a festive tablecloth. Slightly trembling on graceful, thin legs, they reverently looked at the affectionate, spring sunshine turning their quivering, velvety heads towards him. Of course, we did not pluck them, so as not to disturb the eternal harmony of nature with our rude interference.
The white trunks of birch trees became damp under the warming, sunny rays, flowing transparent, large tears of their famous, birch sap. We licked it with the tips of our tongues from the smooth, as if polished, bark and enjoyed the sweetish taste of crystal drops with a subtle hint of tart bitterness.
Having rested on a fallen log, in the midst of all this enchanting splendor, we set off on our way back, trying to capture in our memory every moment of our amazing and informative trip to a wonderful, spring forest.
