Southern Urals: geological journey (Svetlana Azeva)

First day: N.Novgorod - Novocheboksarsk We left Nizhny on Thursday night. We spent the night at mom's house in Novocheboksarsk, early in the morning on the road. Day two: Novocheboksarsk (Chuvashia) - Tatarstan - Bashkortostan - Chelyabinsk region (Satka - Lake Zyuratkul.) Checked around 7:00. Chuvashia and Tatarstan have stolen famous, mother for the browser - the places are relatives! - showed the necessary directions and turns, at the same time, she told how many interesting places they have already climbed with my father. In Bashkiria, the weather began to deteriorate. The atmosphere of some travelers too ... On the outskirts of Ufa, they were stuck in a huge traffic jam - of course, Friday! - They were long and tedious, they drank nutcracker, they ran from the car to the car to buy chocolates, watched kayak DVDs and cartoons ... Chelyabinsk region - the weather is worse, there is a lot of fog. We discuss how to live in tents by this time ... The road is narrow, the cars are full, the rain ... Several times we find ourselves on the bridges - repairs, cars are allowed one after the other, one way or the other. Here are the goats! It's getting dark ... In the evening, we pass the turn to Abzakovo (there were no mountains nearby, no matter how much we had watched). On the way - solid stands with souvenirs and accessories for fishing. We begin to remember the number of rubber boots they have taken - they are well below the number of people. Sana and I are the lucky ones - we have boots, so we're more fun than everyone else. The others do not lose heart, they say it's normal in the shale when it rains, provided it is not cold. By the way, it's getting cold ... The members of the second crew are visibly depressed, they do not have rubber boots, very few warm clothes ... Time until 12. No rain, but the road is wet. We dream: we will come to Zyuratkul, there is sand, there is no water under our feet, there is no wet grass, everything is trampled and dry, we will buy wood of heating, lighting a fire ... .we find this Zyuratkul in such darkness))) As an option, they decided not to set up the grandmother's tent with Anton and not spend the night in a car. We drove Satka in search of a turn ... If only the pointer was set, damn it! We go somewhere in the dark, really want to sleep ... Hurray! "Zyuratkul National Park"! Today we are almost at home! We stop at the barrier, buy tickets for the day: 40 rubles. with a car, 40 rubles. per adult, 20 per child. We ask where it is better to get up with tents, the man vaguely shakes his hand somewhere in the dark ... We go get the lake. Another 15 minutes on the dirt road and will be recognized by the road "Ograzm Fisherman" - a fishing pond fee. It seems to be the right direction, but our big lake is not visible. Again, we go there, it's wet all around, along the road, by far, streams run ... The prospect of setting up a tent is absolutely not hot - we decide to look for a guest house well, and at worst, sleeping in cars. The children sleep peacefully, unaware of our emotions ... The same thought turns everyone's head: if there is such a time, what are we going to do here ?! We try to dispel the doubts with a nutcracker ... We left for a kind of civilization - a stand, houses, a shop, a camping, a closed wooden door with an "Ecopark" sign. By falling into the few doors open at 2 am, we understand that we will have to spend the night in cars. The lake is somewhere nearby, but the roads are completely blurry ... As a result, we climb to the only place found where you can stick the car and at least somehow walk. A parking space - there is a wooden table, 2 benches and a wooden shed, dirty slush underfoot, a rainforest around ... It's dark ... We unload things on benches, throw snacks on the table. Standing on the benches, we drink on arrival, have a snack, unload again, drink again, unload, drink again, try to equip the car for the night and repel everything that starts to get wet ... Uff ... sleep.