Today at dinner they remember about a recent trip to Sosnovy Bor.
Buzuluk Boron is a massive island of pine forest (especially) on the border of the territory of Samara and Orenburg in Russia, between the steppes of Transvolga and the Urals. Located 15 km north of the city of Buzuluk in a wide river valley, which has a depth of 100-150 meters (around the Borovka river). The boron area is 1067.88 km². This is part of the national park "Buzuluksky Bor".
We plan to go there for a long time, only 250 km from my hometown. And, at this time, we decided to leave.
In the company with us there are still younger brothers and his son.
Initially, we planned to go to Buzuluk by bus. We collect backpacks and move to the station. But on the ground found that we, without thinking for a long time to wait about an hour before the bus, so again, order a taxi to the track and start the foot.
For convenience, we were divided into pairs, we went ahead with Denis and Daria Ivan staying in the starting position, and after 10 minutes caught a car that picked us up all the way and was driven in half.
Furthermore, we don't have time to be far enough from them, because people have stopped the truck, and gone ahead. Here competitive spirit has begun to emerge!
As a result, we were picked up by a jeep man, and we arrived 15 minutes later than them.)
Already in Buzuluk we were welcomed by Denis's friend, with a car we bought all the necessary food and went straight to the forest. It was around seven o'clock at night, and ticket issuance was no longer functioning, so we could not go into depth (but now there is a reason to go there again!), So we just walked into the forest between Partizansky and Panika villages.
In the forest it is very beautiful and beautiful. The pine trees left their ends in the sky, mysteriously creaking and rustling with branches.
At the end of our trip, we found a large open space, which was happily flooded by the afternoon sun. And of course, have done many beautiful photos :)
In the evening we arrived at the parking lot on the Borovka river. And with their tradition of building fire, installing tents, fried vegetables, baked potatoes and telling horrible stories.
Surely I will go there again, but in winter. They said it was indescribably beautiful in January. Well, just look :)