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 the petrol L12 (which pulled up) we put the diesel engine 2H.
So, as the years were-the late sixties, and we were schoolboys, it was assembled from three almost corpses.
The answer to my mother's question-where, was as always-Yes, right there . 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 in the palm of your 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 runs deep parallel to the western shore. Across the spit from the bay, there is another 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. They're splashing around the Russian river now. And in those years, we were only on the far 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 wagged their fingers. And the finger twirled at the temple, that we are without parents, on a boat with a sewing machine, hanging out so far.
My fingers are tired. Then next....