Jarden valley on horseback 2002.10.01 - Hemu - Kanas
Jarden valley - Hemu - Kanas line, we are riding away, the three-day nights, speed, slow enough, but the roadside scenery is really extreme seen in his life. Unfortunately, time does not have any experience in organizing groups of travel agents reported that there is no thoroughly enjoyed themselves. However, in 2002 11 that as the special hot, we Colts have more than 50 people, including two children there. Because online there is a line that travels, writing excellent, I myself (the rest of the regiment is the same) is attracted by this stuff, so they did not mind a little about the feelings of those days. But recently, fear of those wonderful lens blur, so writing a running account in order to make reminder.
Our team is starting the morning from Urumqi, with the day before to the Burqin. Roadside morning are the Gobi Desert, passing Karmai there are hoofed mammals that protected areas, but apart from tourists, the Gobi is not seen what the animals. Gradually the afternoon with the grasslands and cotton fields, and occasionally to see the farmers work, as well as dissipate into the atmosphere of the horses and cattle and sheep. Time off at a convenient time, he saw a birch at 100 meters away from the roadside, scattered along the hillside heights, leaves with yellow in the green, the woods, there are several others, it is when the smoke curl, simply, and Xanadu in general. Only grass in the mosquitoes powerful, I just take pictures of the moment, was a mosquito bite a ruthless, his face immediately grow a big package. Beijing girls with the same car, but fortunately Fengyoujing useful.
Night hotel stay in tourist Burqin, in good condition and are picking up your equipment: sleeping bags, water bottles, food and so on.
The morning is still the car, gradually into the mountains, winding Road to go in the car very difficult. The mountain is full of mist, we seem to walk in the clouds, have a boarding Xianjie feeling. Roadside began to appear large tracts of conifer, green, yellow, red, gray, and colorful charming eyes. I know that this colorful journey has been opened to us her Qunjiao.
Completely out of the sun, we reached Jarden valley. Although I ride horses in the Northeast, but the kick into the middle of dozens of horses, or for the first time in these animals in the walk through, looking at their hostile eyes can not help but thrilling. Chose the one bigger than the other two horses, 13-year-old Kazakh Mafu Ha La Muhan good help to me and lp luggage, but also a helping horseback. We are waiting for travel agents said equestrian training does not appear, the horse himself hit the road, we can only try to maintain a balance, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe. Far off to see a few riding in front, we have only relying on the horse forward.
Landscape is extremely beautiful, Jarden away from the embrace of the mountains in a valley, first out of the pasture, the morning mist has not yet dispersed, light riding horse on the grass, I was also floating the slightest Yaopan the mist. At that moment, my feelings are new, a variety of receptors are in a never before stimulation, I'm trying to adapt to such a wonderful environment.
Beijing Telecom, a little girl and we walk together, not friendship, it's just we did not know any of controlling the horses, and perhaps is that the horses are running especially horse to right!
Into the mountains, often uphill downhill, head and buttocks and the ground vertically, then the horse can only be fully trusted, and approaching noon came to the Kamoku river cabins. The first time I saw such a beautiful river, the river Qinglie raging, seen from afar is the sky blue, and near to see it is emerald green, is said to contain minerals of the reason.
Root log cabin is an inlay made of the heap in the middle full of moss, the entire room useless a nail, but they match exactly. Arranged lunch here on the grass in front of Hut branch with a large pan, over lamb stew, the stew potatoes and carrots, almost the whole is placed inside the staple food is the acid split bar. We eat was very excited, lp pick up the dv swept, startled Beijing's brother sorry bites.
Left, a small Kazakh ran on a wooden bridge on the river, and I said farewell. Like the afternoon is a walk through in the mountains, fifty or sixty people's cavalry mighty stretches several kilometers. The evening was a Kazak herdsmen of the home, is also a log cabin, we have to sleep in here.
Eaten pot of porridge, Sam Eurya to vat Kumiss, we have singing, dancing, but also drinking, bustling. Another in Beijing Fan girl looks in vain the net net popular herders like, competing respect of her wine, drank a lot, but fortunately no strength of this wine, even beer are. Kazakhstan's old Aunt excellent, although the language barrier, they can still see her gesture that we have to live in the house. We are picking up your friend and brother, but would like to taste the flavor of sleep, she borrowed a mattress to sleep in tents outside, and some people playing in the huts in the ground floor. Very cold at night, I have exposed in sleeping bags outside the head and shoulders is almost frozen stiff. The morning the ground is white efflorescence, think has been the value of the Chinese in September, here are also not unheard of.
The next day, each cooked a bit of riding, but also Zongma bolted, and it has rolled saddle dismissed from their posts, as well as at the edge of a cliff off the horse girth, and short though difficult mountain line, but near misses. My horse ridge on the Liao also played kick the child, but fortunately my legs clip tight grip, to the next Sam Hude a shock back to my greetings with their relatives.
Noon to Wo Kimura, the plain wooden, do not have fun. Our village house for dinner Halamuhan lived in the back of my horse seemed to be back slot, straight went to her home. Lunch is half a cow, and I lp out wandering, come back, the big bowls of water, has no meat, only some of the next cargo. I saw a few Shanghai dish of meat for all the piles of Lao Gao, disregarding the dirty looks, the full enjoyment of a return to communism, and captured two each pound of weight of beef, and the lp Shuangshuang of the eat. Tianjin, a couple did not I do rude, could not find meat, eat a little more Nang, on the huts in the rest.
Half of the evening sleeping in the river outside an abandoned hunter huts, but also a pot of beef stew, very fragrant also very cold. Beijing's small group has a point of bonfire, and we baked together sausage, and Ting Mei.
Early in the morning up to the riverside to take a look at the edge has been frozen, had to give up the idea of face. In a hillside, we see a team getting up in the foot donkey, which in turn broke the travel agent claimed "This route totally unsuitable for self-help and on foot," an assertion. In crossing a larch forest, my dv failure, deciduous woods in a panic, scenery beautiful, but not photos. The marsh has been drying up passing, and did not see a special scene. Afternoon, approaching the lake, we are more than 50 photos of the photo, but so far I have not received any pictures. Unexpectedly, when photographed, Beijing Fan girls were horse kicked, and his face pale.
To the lake, we bid farewell and groom, their night drive home. Halamuhan still embarrassed at the farewell, expect a guy today and long into the. We lived in wooden huts lakeside hotel.
See the lake, is indeed beautiful, but inwardly they are not excited, the more we feel on the way to do scenery.
During this journey the best way is self-help, you can walk, but also to the Kazak herdsmen in the Jarden satellite rent horses. Another outdoor club Urumqi have this route on foot activities, we can on the Web.
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