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. 6 meters . With a whaleboat stern. After a year of walking under petrol L12 (which lifted) we put a diesel 2H.
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 we moved in the evening, in the direction of 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 if in the palm of your hand. We haven't gone that 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. first impressions, the most vivid.
On Stenin, we saw the seal for the first time. Now they are splashing at the Russian. And in those years we were only on distant islands.
Now the Rimsky Korsakov Islands are part of the Far Eastern reserve. Ah, then only the border guards could stop. But seeing our boyish faces, they only shook their fingers. And they twisted their finger at the temple that we were without parents, on a boat with a sewing machine, hanging out so far.
My fingers are tired. Then next....