Why Pakhtusov? He was our base in his youth. I'll tell you about the very first trip to the Rimsky Korsakov Islands.
After the ninth grade, we 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. 6 meters . With a whaleboat stern. After a year of running on L12 gasoline (which I turned up) we supplied a 2H diesel engine.
The way the years were - the end of the sixties, and we were schoolchildren, he was assembled from almost three corpses.
The answer to my mother's question, where to, was, as always, right there. To the islands.
A couple of people dropped out, and we set off in the evening, towards Pakhtusov, the three of us.
In the morning, waking up in the southern bay, we saw complete calm and the islands of Stenina and Pelis, as if in the palm of our hand. We haven't come this far yet.
But, it was already sixteen behind him.
Well, we walked around Stenin, 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 another lake. With carp. On the same level with the sea . But bland.
Then we went to Pelesa a couple more times. Already under sail. But. the first impressions are the most vivid.
Stenina .
On Stenina, we saw a seal for the first time. They're splashing around the Russian River right now. And in those years we were only on distant islands.
Rimsky Korsakov Islands are now part of the Far Eastern Nature Reserve. Ah, then only the border guards could stop. But when they saw our boyish faces, they just shook their fingers. And they kept twisting their finger at our temples that we were without parents, on a boat with a sewing machine, hanging out so far away.
My fingers are tired. Then further....
