Deserted road in Sochi
• Deserted road in Sochi
What it is, in fact, the road? With the development of civilization, infrastructure, the emergence of environmentally friendly public transport, powerful and comfortable car, we are waiting for the road smooth and wide web, light, smooth and quiet operation of public utilities, and repair crews. In general, all to the road has been a sort of teleport from point A to point B, it is desirable, with a beautiful picture of the window.
Residents of big cities have forgotten those days when the road itself was a process that involves a risk - not the sort of risk when filling in the cafe is not the preferred brand of coffee, and the most that neither is a risk to life and art. And yet such roads exist today. Some of them are the status of federal highways, but today we do not talk about it ...
Abandoned rocky road to Krasnaya Polyana, the so-called Skalník. A small portion generally good road in Glade Red region. Length - about three kilometers. But challenging kilometers ...
The track was built in the late 19th century and was used throughout the 20th century, and this was associated with a great risk to the life of travelers - especially "Skalník". Although construction and a cost of a million full-length royal rubles, but then did not go on the full speech tunnels through the mountains. As a result, a narrow road on the edge of the cliff and the ongoing rockfalls doing normal daily trips deadly. Not for nothing is one of the areas drivers have nicknamed "Carry by, Lord."
Currently, the route is completely closed to traffic and people. Entrances and exits are protected, but riding a bike along the old road, you can accidentally turn on this desolate rock shoes.
Only a small area before turning into the lumen of the lower slopes of shrubs. On each side - rock slides. Hard to believe that 15 years ago this path was the main way in the vast region. Yes, the private sector. But also tourists, lovers of unusually mild Krasnopolyansky legendary snow in winter, and the intoxicating taste of mead and house wine in the velvet season. track width - in one car, and I can not imagine two patrol "Lasik". But we go, and quickly went and smoked behind the wheel, throwing a cigarette out the window only when they begin to burn your fingers ...
hanging over the road stone cornices are not afraid - terrifying, if you think about it. I do not need hints to figure out where on the coated cracked pavement stones as fresh - and in some places and boulders the size of a bicycle.
This is it, gravity. Stones flying down the punching metal, flesh and asphalt. Accurate statistics of deaths is unknown to me, she was lost in the dark years, but when you see hanging over the head with a stone, is not alone. Those "Lasik", by the way, they were all with grids on the roof ...
The road to periodically clean the stones and fallen trees, as it serves as a technical route to bring people out of the tunnel, should anything happen. So that all the stones here - fresh. On my head - a bicycle helmet, but in case he cobblestone fall slightly help. One hope - in the afternoon heat, because the stones are falling usually in the morning when the temperature difference is greatest.
Add dramatic perception Skalník scattered here and there signs of death. Then the driver was killed. Name and date of the tragedy did not know - the storm washed away the paint from the metal plate.
And then killed several dozen Red, chopped into pieces and dumped in the river during the time of post-revolutionary turmoil.
"Carry by My God!". Narrow like progryzenny as burrow a tunnel in the stone slab covers only long-extinct little lamp before the icon in the niche.
Impregnated with human destinies, like a sponge, Skalník - a sacred place. Fry the kebabs under the narrow concrete vault - the same as a romantic date in the cemetery. Thrills!
Circle - only wild greens, and gray concrete stones polutonneley-shelters.
Underfoot - a spreading, huge hogweed leaves.
In some places the road collapses, falling down the metal fence, exposing the old, uneven cobblestone masonry of the 19th century.
At the bottom bubbling, boiling in the gorge Mzimta. Silence destroyed roar water flow colliding with nonhuman tenacity hitters in stone shore.
And the moral of this story is very simple - sooner or later, nature takes its ...