Why Pakhtusov? He was our base in his youth. I will tell you about the very first trip to the Rimsky Korsakov Islands.
After the ninth grade, they returned from the collective farm. And we still have a couple of weeks of golden August left. On a big trip to the islands.
The bot was still the first one. 6 meters . With a whaleboat stern. After a year of walking under gasoline L12 (which is lifted) we have supplied a 2H diesel engine.
The way the years were - the end of the sixties, and we were schoolchildren, it was assembled from three almost corpses.
The answer to the mother's question-where, was, as always, Yes, right here. To the islands.
A couple of people fell away, and in the evening we moved towards Pakhtusov, the three of us.
In the morning, waking up in the southern bay, we saw a complete calm and the islands of Stenina and Pelis, as in the palm of our hand. We haven't gone this far yet.
But, behind him, it was already sixteen.
Well, we went around Stenin in a circle, and decided to move to Pelis. And, after lunch, we moored in a deep bay. The bay is deeply indented parallel to the western shore. Across the spit from the bay, there is also a lake. With carp. At the same level with the sea . But bland.
Then we went to Peles a couple more times. Already under sail. But. the first impressions are the most vivid.
Stenina .
On Stenin, we saw the seal for the first time. They are splashing around the Russian now. And in those years we were only on distant islands.
Now the Rimsky Korsakov Islands are part of the Far Eastern Nature Reserve. Ah , then only the border guards could stop it. But when they saw our boyish faces, they just shook their fingers. And they twisted their finger at our temples that we were without parents, on a boat with a sewing machine, hanging out so far.
My fingers are tired. Then next....
