Siberia

Actually, a small report about a small trip ...
The other day I got out for two days in nature. Pervomaisky district (Altai Krai). The places are beautiful (although these are, of course, not mountains) and, as it turned out later, are rich in various representatives of butterflies))
Fortunately, we managed to find a moment when the weather was very warm and slightly humid








As for the lepidoptera themselves, there were quite a lot of them: motley birds, various nymphalids, swallowtails, marigolds, and so on... Unfortunately, you can't photograph them all















It was a crazy night) I think the main factor is the weather: warm, cloudy, humid)) During the night I caught about 600 butterflies! Here is a picture of the night trap in the morning

Now is the time to write reports!
I'll start with Altai.
I started from Omsk by car on June 16, 2015. In Novosibirsk, I met with my partner Vadim and, having bought provisions, the next day we moved towards the Altai. On the first day we got to Aktel (Shebalinsky district). Nice low mountains with an abundance of various entomological animals. It was here that I met Clarius for the first time. There were other interesting butterflies, among which I would like to highlight Baptria tibiale. I've been wanting to catch it for a long time, and now we've put together a small series. It is worth noting that this view was no longer found in other locations. At night, mostly our usual West Siberian species flew, with the possible exception of Synopsia strictaria. The photo shows the surroundings of the village of Aktel in the area of our parking lot.




We packed up and moved on. A short stop in the vicinity of Shebalino brought several more clariuses and phoebes, which were already running out. The roadside canteen at the entrance to Shebalino was pleasantly pleased with its very affordable prices and delicious food,as well as free and, most importantly, fast Wi-Fi!


We go further along the Chui highway. I began to see the blooming glades of zharkov and seng on the mountain tops.


We reached Ongudai, where we were met by a huge blue thundercloud. But, as it turned out, the weather here changes quickly and often. so by evening, the sky was clear over our camp.



The Ongudai fauna has already begun to take on a more Altaic appearance. such species as, for example, Stamnodes danilovi began to occur. on the bushes of caragana, which grows in abundance everywhere, there were many different caterpillars, including Teia antiquoides, Dicallomera fascelina, Eudia pavonia saturnia, and Eodorcadion carinatum beetles. A lot of scoops and moths flew to the light, hawk moth Sphinx ligustri, Hyles gallii, etc. were plentiful, several Hyloicus morio, bears Chelis dahurica, etc. flew in. During the day, Coenonympha amaryllis, Plebejidea cyane, and green mottles Jordanita budensis were encountered.








We must pay tribute to the road services that maintain the Chui highway in almost perfect condition throughout its entire length. So we moved very comfortably, admiring the stunning views of Altai on both sides of the highway!




We stopped at the Ulagan Road to take a special photo of the Ulagan Gate. It's very beautiful there, although the weather was rainy at the time.





The key point of the route is Aktash! Here, as they say, every lepidopterist is obliged to visit Thanks to the mercury plant that was functioning earlier, there is a road in the highlands, along which we were abandoned by the local driver Vasya in his UAZ. Up there, we met four other colleagues, two of whom had already been living in a tent for almost a month and were almost completely feral




The nature of the Altai highlands is very impressive in its grandeur! The colorful peaks of the Kurai Range, where Aktash is located, contrast beautifully with the blue-white peaks of the North Chui Range in the background.








Even though it was already the end of June, the ice in the mountain lakes hadn't completely melted yet! While in the Kurai steppe, which is visible below, everything was already burning out from the heat.




The catch here was quite good! Especially at night. During the day, a few Parnassius eversmanni, Erebia of several species, Euphydryas, etc. were found. Among the interesting ones, I caught a female bear Acerbia alpina and a male Dodia sazonovi, high-altitude scoops Anarta militzae, moths Stamnodes pauperaria and some others. The night was full of bears Platarctia ornata, Watsonarctia deserta, various scoops, and moth flies.



After staying in Aktash for 3 days and 3 nights, we went down and moved to the Kurai Steppe. It was noticeably warmer and drier here. The butterfly fauna has changed dramatically. Flying bears were Epymidya dialampra, Chelis caecilia, Melitaea draughts and large pigeons Plebejus, which have not yet been identified.





The final stage of the expedition was a visit to the Chui steppe in the Kosh-Agach district near the Altai village. Kokorya at the source of the Chuya River.




Here, the mountains became completely Martian-red in color. And the green floodplain thickets along the rivers and streams and the bright blue sky gave a special picturesque appearance to these places!






The fauna has already acquired a somewhat Mongolian hue. Hawk moth Hyles costata, various interesting scoops flew to the light.


I didn't want to leave here so much that we decided to stay for another day, moving a little to the karaganniki of the Chui valley on the other side of the Chui River.




As a result, we collected a lot of interesting species of butterflies, gained new impressions.

The next day it was time to go home. Ahead of us lay the entire two-week journey along the Chui highway with two large passes, the colored mountains of the Kurai range, crystal-clear rivers and streams, and cozy Altai villages. Altai is beautiful and unforgettable!

Thank you for the report!
And special thanks for the reduced photos, so it is very convenient to read it

A few straightened butterflies to the previous report:
Dodia sazonovi


Acerbia alpina


Chelis caecilia


Platarctia ornata


Whitish albino aberrant Platarctia ornata


Watsonarctia deserta


a kind of light kossus


Hyles costata


Hyles churkini


Another report is coming soon!

Glory, wow a set of dippers in 3 days! Cool! Only Marina before the full set

here is the promised second report!
Baikal, Eastern Sayan, Buryatia (July 16-30, 2015).
This time we went on the road together with my wife by car.
The journey from Omsk to Irkutsk took two days. Compared to the last time (in 2011), the track has become much better. Almost all of the unfinished land plots (with the exception of one that is already being completed) have been completed.
On the third day, we were already on the shore of Lake Baikal in the area of the village of Bolshoe Goloustnoye. A very pleasant place, a small resort, where you can live both in equipped houses on the lake shore, and in a tent-even in a campsite, even on a wild part of the shore, where we got up. The night flight was very pleased with the abundance of butterflies and their species diversity. a lot of interesting species of scoops and moths arrived, as well as lichens Stigmatophora micans and flava. During the day, nomions, Brenthisdaphne, Erebia neriene, and others were abundant. In the coastal taiga, Roddia L-album flew en masse.







After a swim in the icy water, we set off with fresh energy. The next item was Kultuk. After the pass, having descended again to the southern shore of Lake Baikal, we bought smoked Omul with drinks and went to the nearby mountains. It was a bit chilly at night, with the Sayan cold air flowing in from the highlands. there was nothing particularly outstanding, although I collected several new types of shovels.

The next morning we entered the most picturesque place - the national Park Tunkinskaya Dolina. At the entrance, people in uniform charge a nominal fee from the car and passengers. at the same time, a receipt and an information booklet are issued, in which you can get acquainted with the rules of conduct on its territory and the main tourist sites. all this did not really interest us and we were already rushing to the cherished point called Mondy. Also a kind of" mecca " for entomologists with a very rich and specific fauna. We met with Volodya, who dropped us off in his Field up to the house where we were to spend three days.

We were already climbing in the evening, and in the rays of the setting sun we had a stunning view - hundreds of nomions were sitting and warming their wings in the flowery glades of the forest belt! All of them, like sunflowers, were strictly oriented with the plane of their wings to the west, towards the last warm rays. I will probably never forget this picture. Sorry I didn't have time to take a picture... when we got up, the sun set, and the butterflies closed their wings. The next night, this was no longer the case. but we managed to shoot nomions in various poses:

resting position


pose of threat if the butterfly is disturbed


warm-up pose in the setting sun


male Albulina orbitulus to the pile))


We also went up to Alpika. to the waterfall and above. interestingly, at this time there is practically nothing flying there. Individual Erebia callias are on the wane. and that's it! Although at night, Arctia flavia and several species of high-altitude scoops and moths were caught in the light trap.



altitude above sea level




during a light drizzle, a bright rainbow appeared in the gorge between the mountains!


Night fishing in the forest belt was very good. the screen was bursting with a dense layer of butterflies sitting on it by midnight. The bulk of them were Eurois occulta. but there were also interesting Saiyan species, for example, Isochlora grumi, Panchrysia ornata and dives, and many others.

Autographa macrogamma


Panchrysia ornata


Polychrysia esmeralda


Scotopteryx transbaicalica


Isochlora grumi





Then our way lay along the southern shore of Lake Baikal and the Selenga Valley through Ulan-Ude to Gusinoozersk. Here, the landscapes change dramatically to drier, more sedentary and more like Mongolian ones. We were standing in two places on opposite sides of Goose Lake. It should be noted that the eastern and western coasts differ both in landscapes and, respectively, in the fauna of butterflies. The eastern shore of the lake is sandy, with pine forests and sparse grass. Hyles exilis, Nerice davidi, Catocala deuteronympha and bella, woodworms Cossulus sp. were caught here. The western coast is closer to the mountains and in general is a vast stony steppe on low rounded hills, sometimes overgrown with larches and shrubs along ravines. There were other species, such as the bear Sibirarctia buraetica, the treecreeper Deserticossus sp., the diurnal Melitaea romanovi, Spiris bipunctata, and others.








On the way back, we visited the famous Ivolginsky datsan. and also a small closed datsan in the village of Gusinoe Ozero, on the southern shore of Lake Gusinoe, opposite Gusinoozersk





In total, the mileage from home to home was 7000 km. in two weeks! as always, a sea of impressions, photos and wonderful butterflies. Travel around Siberia!



In a separate line, I would like to thank Mikhail Ivanov (MIV), who provided us with shelter and versatile assistance in Krasnoyarsk!

Good afternoon dear forumchane!

I didn't write any reports for a couple of years, and due to the change in the location of field work, I didn't actually conduct any training sessions, except on small trips around central Russia. A long period of work in Yakutia and the Magadan region ended in 2013, amounting to 5 seasons. And since 2014, new field work has begun in the Krasnoyarsk Territory in the north of the Yenisei Ridge. To be honest, the area has become extremely unusual for me in terms of climate and landscape. Accustomed to traveling to mountainous areas with low forest cover, population, and unaffected nature, it took a long time to get used to the unusually dense Yenisei taiga, ubiquitous roads and transport plying along them, the accessibility of villages, hundreds of tourists, and warm evenings like in the central part of Russia. Sometimes it even seemed to me that the region is very similar to the regions of the north of the Moscow region and the Tver region.
This year's work area was located in the lower reaches of the oddly named Chirimba River, 6 kilometers from the mouth of the river that flows into the Bolshoy Pit River. In general, the local names of rivers are peculiar –Panimba, Maroko, Khatakich, Tavrikul – and they don't seem to be very similar to the Evenki ones. The area is very densely wooded, primarily spruce-fir, pine and cedar-larch territories with very dense, sometimes completely impenetrable undergrowth of aspen, alder, birch, spruce and fir. Spacious pine forests are very rare. The river valleys are relatively spacious, there are few rocks and snuggles along the banks, the hills are gentle and no more than 150-200 meters in excess. In general, absolutely not the spacious mountain-tundra Far Eastern landscapes viewed for tens of kilometers that I am so used to. A wet and warm year turned out, a sea of berries, mosquitoes and midges, lingonberries bloomed for the second time in September.

This year we traditionally went through Krasnoyarsk to Yeniseysk, Lesosibirsk, then to Bryanka and to the last 60 km section to the mouth of Chirimba. In total, from Krasnoyarsk, 600-700 kilometers to the north. The roads are of average slaughter, almost nonexistent by the end, but we passed them in 12 hours.
We stopped by on June 19, and about a week before that, I went to the Moscow region by train to Tugolesky Bor in the hope of catching egg yolks, but after losing almost 6 hours on the road, I did not catch any. Here I got out of the car and here it is, right on the site of the camp, bright yellow males are running around the valley. It was nice to catch two or three butterflies at once. The camp was set up for a couple of days, in between work I went out to the valley to catch yolks, discovered the summer places of local checkers, pearl selenes and local completely different avrinias. Even on the way, while the radiators were full, hawthorns were stuffed. The first days I didn't go out much, my work didn't allow me to actively fish. Then it turned out to go out on a day off and thoroughly comb the surrounding slopes around June 24-25. I found some satires of Deidamia and Ahina that I hadn't seen before. I never caught the first ones at all, except for this I met a broken Tritonia and it's not at all clear where Eneis Jutta came from. But they were isolated.
By about June 28-29, there was a small station of the Hero hayloft, where the first female Paleno and a couple of strange-looking yellow Hyalas were found (or maybe it's something else from this problem series). There were a lot of pigeons sitting in the puddles, but all of them were of the same type, and other types of pigeons were caught on the rock ledges along the Chirimba. We also met a few Stubbendorf males, which made us very happy.
At about the same time, the first large nymphs, poplar tapeworms, flew out in huge numbers. There were dozens of them along the river, the first time I met such a thing. Looking ahead in advance, for the first time in my life, I observed the departure of almost all the main nymphs during the summer, which replaced each other every week. Stubbendorfs became interesting, I began to look for stations, along rare high-grass meadows, I met a dozen males and a couple of females. And as I was no longer looking for these animals, until the 3rd of July we left for the valley of B. Pete. I was caught there very decently, for two or three days of work in those places. All the time, Angarensis and brentis pearls were flying along the way. Until July 7, there was a darkness of hawthorns, I will add that catching Stubbs among hawthorns is an incredible activity, but of course the flight gives out parnassus. Since the seventh of July, another nymph (2) flew out, in an incredible number, the mother-of-pearl Pafia filled all the flowering meadows, along the way or even a little earlier Adippa and Aglaya flew out, at the congress the people identified another Xypa, unfamiliar to me. In general, everything was red and there were no other butterflies in sight. The work was delayed, the contractors, as always, did not have time to do anything on time, so they had to cover decent distances in the taiga on foot, instead of the roads promised by the contractor on which it would be possible to get by transport. The roads made to the mine workings made it possible to observe the animals in the forests well, hunt a little and have a decent rest from the multi-kilometer transitions to the places of direct work. For the first time in several years, I thought about how much geological exploration destroys natural objects. In 3 months, we laid fields through dense taiga with several centuries-old cedars, larches and firs for more than 22 km of roads and more than 3 km of mine workings, bulldozers actively felled the forest for almost two weeks, while all the forest went just under the wheels or remained on the sides of the cleared areas, trenches and highways. Especially, of course, it was a pity for the cedars with a diameter of about a meter, and in girth up to 3. The most annoying thing is that all this was held under a poorly promising object, which most likely will never fall under exploration and development.
In general, time passed, since the 20th of July, the third mass nymph flew out, replacing the fading pathia-xanthomelas. As well as her brothers, she flew along the Chirimba Valley, especially on the wet silts of the flooded floodplain. By August 5, the fourth nymph who replaced Xanthomelas flew out – a mourner, I've never seen so many of them, I fished from the heart. Oddly enough, August turned out to be very dry and warm. On the 10th of August, polygons C and V album flew out, and also in large numbers. Along the way, there was another generation of hyala jaundice, a type of pigeon. That was the end of the diaries, but I was happy with this season. As for the night, the light was flying from the very beginning, but there was no time to catch, the fatigue of the main work did not allow you to stay up too long at night. Moth and hawk moth were the first to fly, but not in large numbers. There were scoops, one bear Kaya arrived, several lichens. During the day, I fished for meadow bears in the dense tall grasses, several pairs. Since August 7, katokals have flown, but not in large numbers.
At the very beginning, I began to collect beetles from flowering umbrella plants, collected very decently by my standards. The first year for all seasons, I normally set traps for carabiners and harvested well for almost 3 weeks (about 30 traps in total).

In general, this is how my second season passed on the Yenisei Ridge, on the banks of the river with the strange name Chirimba.

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Yes, STIGMA, your reports are always just the standard of entomological romance.

I'll update the topic a little, here's what happened at night during my stay on the Yenisei Ridge. The material just arrived.

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This is probably the first winter report from Siberia.

Today, November 8, 2015 unscheduled season closed! I went with my family on vacation to a village in the taiga in the north of the Omsk region. On the street -4, snow piled up already order (centimeters 10). by the way, the snow we have laid down almost a month ago. walking along the riverbank, I was busy photographing landscapes, when I accidentally noticed a small spider hanging from a pine branch on a spider web, which moved its legs and swayed in the wind... That's what I didn't expect! I looked down and saw another spider in the snow, and then I went on and found that there were many different kinds of them walking in the snow. there were also diptera - small flies and mosquitoes, a bug, a goldeneye, and even a couple of butterflies!! leafhoppers Acleris logiana and A. lipsiana. So now I have charges with the latest capture date for the region.
a few photos taken hastily without a macro lens. some of it was actually taken on the phone.








biotope

To all colleagues who work in Siberia, or go there. If there is a desire, I will be glad to help in collecting soil from wild places (moss, litter).
I can pay for it.

PS I write this in advance. Anyone who wants and has the opportunity-write to the post
office Jukoman@yandex.ru

Something goes off the forum... Employment, apparently, is wild for everyone. Me, too. But I finally found the time to report. Photos from my last year's expedition in Yakutia. Some will also be from the previous one, 2014.


My place to spend the night in Yakutsk. Merchant's house in the Chochur Muran ethnographic complex. A friend put me up... I slept uneasily.


Then there was a trip to Tomtor, Oymyakonsky ulus. The so-called Black Nip in the Suntar Hayat Mountains.


On the way, I met the famous Yakut hermit Hutsul. I spent the night in his zaimka. I slept uneasily again, as the locals say that he is an ogre.


I took tenedius eggs in the Zaimka area. I didn't have time for the butterflies. I should have gone on.


I was fishing in the vicinity of Tomtor. Such bridges are found there.


And this is a photo from those places in 2014. Belyanka naina.


I captured a yellow woodpecker.


He returned to the mountains of Suntar Hayata, where he walked along the dry bed of the Kuranah River to other hermits.


On the way, I spent the night in the Evens ' tent. They have and watch divi!


This is their frequent prey. Filmed in 2014.


And these are their deer.


And the main robber of the area.


In order not to become someone's prey myself, I spent the night in the Even warehouse on their empty base.


I think someone barked in the woods...


I've been climbing mountains like this in the area.


And that's who I shot!


And here's another one...


And - a forage plant, with eggs in the background.


And flowers.


Then he walked again. Now the riverbed of the Dyba, crossing it from time to time.


And he came to the hermit's house.


One of them is Misha.


The other is Tanya, his life friend.


And here is their home inside. Also, the dividends are watched from the generator. Gas is delivered to them by geologists in exchange for smoked meat.


Their neighborhood was also picturesque.


And this is a photo from the same places in 2014.


View from the top of the hill to the Dyba floodplain.


Chernushek Pavlovsky took off.


I found some kind of caterpillar. I tried to feed her, but she died.


Bit grayling in the Rack. My catch in an hour.


I wandered through the glades with a net.


Then the geologists came, and I rode this wedge back.

This post was edited by Wild Yuri-03.01.2024 00: 38

I always enjoy reports from Yakutia. Also exotic, our "Papua" in terms of untouched and original.

There is still more time to counter the aggressor in the lab than in the tent. He still has to get into it. Hunter's signal at hand, gas cylinder with burner... You sleep better in the warehouse. I don't sleep as well in the tent.

This post was edited by Wild Yuri - 30.01.2016 10: 21

Especially after reading these stories: http://www.proza.ru/2010/06/30/619.

In the area where the hermit house is located, a bear has been living for 12 years, which they call the Owner. Very big, smart and kind. According to them, he comes to listen to the radio when it plays in their summer kitchen. He sits in the bushes, about 20 meters away, and listens, sticking out his muzzle a little from them. He can listen for three hours. He watches Tanya pick berries in the forest. He can also watch for three hours. Trampling, watching... Tanya did not see him, but later discovered the fact of observation on the fresh "platforms" trampled by the bear near the gathering place. Once he stole her berries when she was away, knocked down a bucket and ate half of them. I still didn't. Delicate Misha. I never touched their winter quarters, where cereals are suspended, cookies and other products. And when an alien bear ruined one of the wintering grounds, it chased him for several kilometers, drove him away. They've followed the tracks again. And every spring, when they see huge bear "paws" in their neighborhood, they rejoice; "Alive, Master!" There will be order in the forest. Mikhail leaves him in it the giblets from the captured elk and mountain sheep, so that the Owner can eat. So they live. A couple of times, catching butterflies, I felt "back of the head" that someone was looking at me from the forest thickets. I think it was the Host.

Thank you, Yura, for the heartfelt epilogue. It is nice when there is a balance between the warmth of a person and the cold power of the forest...

My hike is just a walk. But read how two Muscovites traveled there! http://www.taganok.ru/index.php?n=20827.

I read the link, cool.I'll read more later.The photos are good.The impression of what I read is somewhat strange.For some reason, I can't find the words.Girls are certainly very fearless.Or they got into an argument somewhere and had to follow the route !

This post was edited by Maksim M.-03.02.2016 22: 46

I read the link, cool.I'll read more later.The photos are good.The impression of what I read is somewhat strange.For some reason, I can't find the words.Girls are certainly very fearless.Or they got into an argument somewhere and had to follow the route !

Girls are really fearless. and of course, no one argued. I know one personally. This is Valeria Igorevna Glukhova. She is an orienteering coach in Lytkarino, near Moscow. My daughter studied with her. And there are plenty of such trips in her archive. It's just the way people choose to live. And in some ways they are right and of course happy.

Yura!!!! throw some more surprises!

Yes, somehow not particularly fotal. Well, here's another one, from the 2012 expedition. In general, the scenery there is wonderful. I advise you to look at the website of our famous traveler Sergey Karpukhin: http://karpukhins.livejournal.com/8811.html.

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My first trip to the Altai. It's short, only 5 days without a road, but it's pretty good. Words are superfluous here, photos will tell you everything themselves.

























































This post was edited by daydreamer - 06/20/2016 19: 10

Good day dear forumchane!

Once again, and it is terrible to imagine, I have already managed to go to the Yakut Territories 6 times. This time, my geological interests in the regions of Yakutia were not affected, and the trip was aimed at entomological and tourist excursions and routes. A combination of circumstances, such as a reduction in work in the geological industry, a desire to visit new places, and a frank two-year longing for the tundra did not give me peace; anticipating a heavy, stuffy summer in the metropolitan polis, I decided. I collected my accumulated vacations for a couple of years, took a little at my own expense. The company was found, oddly enough, quickly, and, in the end, the trip took place. We decided to go with Yuri B. to the eastern part of Yakutia, the Suntar-Khayata Mountains.
The route was planned in early spring or even in winter. Two girls from Lytkarino, near Moscow, were very encouraged by the Suntara Mountain crossings, and a couple of tour groups ' routes along the Khandygi River Valley to Mus-Khaya. Of the two own options suggested by Yura, we chose the shorter one, assessing our own strength and relative experience. High mountain tundras were chosen as the main area of interest in the hope of finding interesting species. We made a route through the valley of the Oganya River, having previously landed on the Khandyga-Ust-Nera highway. Along the Oganyi Valley, or its second name is Yasandya, to a large mountain plateau at the source of the river, through it to the Dyba River valley, then to a small right tributary of the Menkeche River-up to the pass to the uppermost part of the Eastern Khandyga River catchment and downstream again to the Khandyga-Ust-Nera highway through the reserve. The total length of the map was assumed to be 120-130 km. Dates are from June 13 to July 7-9.
According to the equipment, we planned 2 kopeck piece tents, a set of bolotniks per person, berets, a pair of gas burners, 6 gas cylinders, a pair of navigators, backpacks of 110-130 liters, a satellite, a gun, small tools. For food, stewed meat for half the route (15 cans) and dry meat (Yura dried 10 kg, in dry form I think 2 kg), lard (3-4 kg), 1.5 kg of smoked sausage), chocolate, nuts, cereals and pasta at the rate of 300 g per person per day, a liter of vodka (stupid).
On June 6, I boarded a plane in the evening and arrived in Yakutsk early in the morning of the 7th. Yuri was already there and met me at the airport. Yuri also organized our stay in Yakutsk on the basis of the Chuchur-Muran ethnographic complex, where we were very warmly welcomed by its keepers and creators, for which we are very grateful. The first day passed quickly, the previous sleepless night, acclimatization, and in addition the birthday of the respected Roman (keeper of the Chochur-Muran complex). Lots of alcohol in the evening. But before that, I still managed to fish in the vicinity of Yakutsk. And already here I was glad, on the terraces of Lena so beloved satyrs flew Eneis nanna, tryphis, Erebia Embla, swallowtails. We didn't manage to catch much, as we were invited to an apiary in Yakutsk, where people were already beginning to celebrate. Evening, sauna, alcohol.
9am on June 8. Heavy morning, in stores dry law until 14.00. Terrible but the fact is, it's under 30 degrees outside, it's good that the law does not apply to kvass, which somewhat improved my state of health. By 11: 00, we reached botsad, started looking for convenient butterfly spots in the surrounding area, found a lot of flying satyrs on the sandy slopes of the terraces, among which were erebia medusa, boeberia parmenio, checkers of cinxia, the first yolks of tyche in addition to yesterday's set of nanna and triphis with swallowtails. We fished very well, but decided to go further and on the tops of the terraces in the larch and pine forests we fished for the emblem, only a few mother-of-pearl euphrosyne came across. Also on this day, we went to another area in search of tenedius and oddly enough, luck did not pass us by, Yura found a crested bird with eggs and waited for gaps in the clouds, as it turned out, they caught Tenedius heels for a reason. But this year it's early spring and tenedius pretty much seen life, but still it's Tenedius, which could not but rejoice. Well, the consequences of yesterday passed at that very moment.
In the evening, I sorted out the material and it turned out very well.
On the 9th, we got up early, also went to replenish the fees with well-known satyrs in the same places, caught a couple of males of jaundice hyala, which was very surprising, and also a couple of males of checkers Phoebe, which generally delighted. On the slopes with thyme, the first pigeons appeared, among which pseudophilotes yakuticus was a significant find, I am not particularly friendly with pigeons, but they say it is not a frequent local endemic. In the larches again fished erebia embla, caught a single Edda.
On the 10th we repeated the route and from novy we found the pigeons Glandon and Klossiana distinctu ershovi. Which again could not but rejoice. But it's early spring and so a lot of things are very flown.
On the 11th day we were going and only in the evening we went by minibus (which are irregular here) in the direction of Ust-Nehru to the Vostochnaya weather station.
On the 12th, we spent the whole day traveling along the dusty and" dreary " road to Khandyga, where we waited for the ferry for 7-8 hours via Aldan. But somewhere around 1.00 am on June 13, we landed 12 km east of the Vostochnaya weather station. Since there were 13 people in the minibus, people looked at us with bewilderment and did not quite understand why we were sitting down at night in the middle of the taiga and hills. An indigenous man sitting in front of us came out to help us remove our backpacks from the trunk of the car and, seeing the trees hung with small ribbons, said: ".. the places here are holy, you are not joking with the gods." Just like in an action-packed thriller with a prophetic epithet. After moving about 300 meters away from the road, we stopped and went to bed.

June 13 +20. The first day of the route started without breakfast with the expectation of eating on the first river or stream and set off along a rocky slightly wooded slope to the Oganyi Valley. After some time, we successfully crossed the Kyubyume River, the water was relatively low and passed without any problems, although the weight of the backpacks gave uncertainty. It was at that moment that their real weight was fully appreciated by their shoulders and legs. Total equipment and food now amounted to 36-38 kg, along with the rifle. The valley in the lower part turned out to be very swampy, although not very hummocky. There was water almost everywhere. It was necessary to cling to the more elevated parts, sometimes there was a weakly visible track along the road from an all-terrain vehicle or winter transport. As a result, by 15 o'clock we reached the first planned point 6-7 km from the start of the route. It was decided to stop on the shore of an unnamed lake with a crust of drifting ice that had not yet completely melted. Places were already pleasing, but there were no butterflies, or erebia flashed by, but only a few. There was a fish in the lake, a good lake loach (Malma) gave an authentic atmosphere to the already pleasant forest-tundra landscapes, to the still unthawed snow in the dens on the hills, to the fresh air with the smell of flowering rhododendrons; here came the moment when the long-awaited and desired feeling of field exit was fully felt. We fried some fish, had dinner, and went to bed.
June 14. +17. We got up at 8 o'clock, rolled up by 10 and went out, the second day turned out to be much more difficult, swampy, more wooded areas, went the same way on the left side of the Oganya. By 15 o'clock it became overcast, we were much tired after walking only no more than 5-6 km. We set up camp 500 meters above the mouth of the Khaltamallah river. The planned point 2 is less than 5 km away. During the day, they gained no more than 50-70 meters in height. In the evening, we waited out a strong thunderstorm, it glittered so that through the tent and eyelids of the eyes, the flashes were bright and noticeable. And the thunder came in 2-3 seconds, which clearly meant that the storm was very low above us.
June 15. +14. We got up relatively early, at 9 o'clock, and decided to try fishing the first day up the stream. The stream gained at least 50-70 cm of water and howled like an airplane turbine. The water came down quickly, in an hour and a half. We went up to an unnamed mountain lake at the head of Haltamallah. Along the way, we met the first blackheads, they turned out to be very small and strange rossi, almost without spots, but there were not many, Yura caught the first Magdalena upstream, and the first female klossiana erda was caught there. Dizs began to come across, and on the slope I managed to catch a couple of leatherheads. Then I caught Magdalen's heels, and a few males of Klossiana erda, but there was little freshness in them, spring came very early for these places. We went up to the lake surrounded by mountain tundra, fabulous places, but it was clearly colder here and winter was very recent here, as the lake was completely covered with ice. We returned to the Oganyi Valley along the neighboring stream that runs around the hill from the south and explored a relatively dry section of the further route to point 3
on June 16 +12. It was overcast, so we decided to take another walk in the Talmallah Valley. But this time it was already noticeably fresher at the top and the temperature on the hills was no more than +10. There were very few butterflies, it was getting colder.
June 17 in the morning +12, we decided to continue the route. We gathered by 10 am and set off, the explored path gave a positive result, the walking speed increased, but soon swamps and bumps appeared again. We reached the Neyakan river and had lunch. On the way, we passed the Even parking lot, where it seemed to us that there was no one, but after passing it, we noticed smoke coming out of the tent from the chimney. They didn't come back. Rain began to fall. Our path lay on relatively dry turdrovye coastal terraces with and without shrubs, often traced winter snow in the form of weakly worn ruts. Rain also increased to the estimated point 3 at the mouth of the river. We didn't reach Dekaan for a couple of km. We covered 13 km during the day. We didn't gain much altitude.
In the evening, we decided to go further, to the calculated point 3.

June 18 +10 In the morning gathered, the weather was more or less, the sun and clouds, over the past few days, fatigue fairly accumulated, I didn't really want to go, but we reached point 3. In the evening, the weather clarified, we expected good weather. In the morning, we planned an early exit to the tundra in the r valley.Decaan. It was reported by satellite that the night will be cold and precipitation is likely. There was not a cloud in the sky, and we expected a clear sky in the morning. We had dinner and went to bed early.
June 19. 0-2. I woke up at six o'clock in the morning to a strange rustling sound, snow, I thought, and sure enough, opening the tent a crack, I found quite a heavy snowfall. And summer would seem. I decided to lie down for a few hours in the hope that the snow would melt. After two hours I woke up again, it was quiet, but as it turned out, there was a significant layer of snow on the tent, 10 centimeters, so you can't hear what's going on around. Winter was steadily setting in on the street. Water was actively seeping into the tent. Yura had already got up and was trying to build a fire, which together was maintained and brought to the desired condition, but it was still snowing, it was about zero outside. There wasn't much firewood in the area, to put it mildly. There was no axe. The small branches of the larches quickly burned out. We warmed up by the fire, warmed up to eat. My feelings were mixed and dubious about staying here any longer. There was a desire to turn back to the track. Yura suggested that we take a walk and look around at the mouth of the Dekaan River. Which we did. On the bank of the Oganya River, near a large ice sheet, they found an old parking lot, still in the mid-70s, either for geologists or topographers. There were two ruined buildings. One of them is completely destroyed. The second is a dugout without a roof, but with a central translation. Snow gave way to rain, although it was still no more than +2 outside. By this time, we were already noticeably wet and it was getting colder. Snow periodically fell with new charges. It was clear that winter did not want to retreat quickly and we needed to find a place to hide, since our tents obviously would not last long. We decided to try to restore the dugout in the riverbank. The roof was completely collapsed. I had to throw out the collapsed roof from the building, which turned out to be two cubic meters of earth and ceilings. The neighboring collapsed building was dismantled into logs and made an overlap of the dugout, covered with larch branches, and decided to try to cover the top with tents, which we still had at point 3. In 4 hours we did all this, moved things from the parking lot and spent the night. It was a bit of a cold night, and my wet clothes made my sleep patchy.
June 20 +2. The rain and snow continued all day in a strong wind, leaving only yesterday's wet clothes to dry, tea to drink, and a bonfire to keep going.
June 21 +3+5. The sun occasionally peeked through rushing cumulus clouds, and even at this temperature, blackheads, rossi, and dizs flew out. But no more than a dozen were caught.
June 22 +3. Bad weather returned, it rained almost all day, it was clear that from the 1400 mark, the snow turned into rain. The day passed over a cup of tea.
June 23 +5, a little walk, Yura caught a dozen Magdalen, I'm in the valley a few dizy and Rossi, rarely came across klossiany Freya.
June 24 +8+10. The weather seems to have stabilized, so we went fishing. Blackheads flew in the tudra. Very well managed to catch magdalena about 25-30 specimens, discoidalis, kozhenchikovi. Less often Rossi and dizu. Yura searched for Eversmann, but not successfully. On this day, they decided what to do next, whether to continue the route to the plateau, where at an altitude of 1800 meters the weather could be much colder. But they decided.
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Continuation.
June 25. +14. In the morning we set off along the trail found the day before on the terrace of Oganyi in the direction of the Dyba Plateau. On the way, we stopped to catch blackheads in yesterday's places. In less than 2 hours we skipped 5 km to the village of Setanya. An hour later we were on the dry riverbed of the Amkanya river. We had lunch. They found out the direction of the plateau,which from a distance looked like a smooth long pass in the upper reaches of the Oganya. We walked for another couple of hours and came to the lowest part of the pass, where we started to climb. The ascent took up to 2-3 hours, it seemed that it would never end. But somewhere around 23.00 hours we found ourselves on the highest part of our path at around 1750m. By this time, we had covered about 13-14 km in a straight line, and the climb was about 400 m per route. We stopped and took off our wet clothes. We boiled tea, ate idle chocolate and candied pineapples and papayas. It was decided to look around for an hour, take pictures and unfortunately continue the route, as the communication said that the weather will worsen. The plateau is completely bare, measuring 6 by 3.5 km, relatively flat, slightly sloping to the southwest with three small lakes up to 200-300 m. The surrounding hills are covered in snow, there are no hills below 2200. By 12 am, we moved on. Along the way there were many small streams, thermokarst thawed areas, oxen with water and ice, by one o'clock in the morning we reached the sources of the Dyba River, which was rapidly rushing down a narrow canyon, which gradually turned into gentle coastal terraces. Entering the valley, we stopped for the night. As a result, the route length was 21 km per day. The altitude began to drop very quickly.
June 26. +14 without precipitation. We slept for 5-6 hours, had breakfast and set off. The dyba valley turned out to be very rocky, and then very overgrown with willow bushes. We made our way, cursed, and by 18 o'clock reached the mark that the hermits were supposed to leave. They turned into a larch forest, where there was a neat house, there were no owners. We spent the night. We walked 15 km and descended to 1300 m.
June 27 +14. We went to look for Eversmann, but failed, in a day two erebia kozhenchikovi and all.
June 28 +12 rain. We sat in the hut and slept it off. The rears roared and took up half a meter of water.
June 29 +15 cloudy. We set off for the main hermit's hut, crossed the Solnechny tributary with some difficulty, there were three strong presses along the way, and we had to go around on horseback along the scree. With the backpack, it was a very unpleasant business. 10 km per day. The backpacks were lightened, and now the total weight did not exceed 28-30 kg, along with the gun. On the way, we met a couple of snow-covered sheep that weren't scared, but we didn't poach them. We reached the hut in the evening, the hostess, Tatiana, met us, sent us to the bathhouse, fed us meat, and in general was very hospitable to us. They settled down in the hut. During the day, we walked 10 km, dropped 100-150 m at an altitude.
June 30 +15 cloudy. In one of the tributaries of the rack rose 200 meters to the level of 1400, caught a few erebus Occult. I've never caught it before.
July 1 +17, repeated the walk, in the tributary at an altitude of 1400-1500 m looking for Eversmann. Not fate. But we fished for relatively fresh erda, several males of the klossian selenis kononovi, kozhenchikovi, dabanensis, and Jura caught one aeneis of the bor type. On the way back, we caught a few eneis of magna and a few whiteflies of Napi. But in total, there were very few butterflies, no more than 50-70 pieces per person for these couple of days. We decided to move on.
July 2, 20+ . We set off, and in a couple of hours we reached the Menkeche tributary (about 5 km), along which we had to climb to the Pass to Eastern Khandyga. The stream is developed. In the middle reaches there is a deposit where a factory for processing ore is being built. The mining workers ' camp is less than 2 km away. They found themselves in a cruel canyon filled with water, crossed several times perilously, then got on board and slowly crawled through the slippery jagel. We spent the night on the canyon shelf.
July 3 . Sunny, +17. We set off for the workers ' camp and were at the base by 12 o'clock. We stopped, talked, scouted the road, and moved on. By 14 o'clock we were on the site of the old village of Dyby, which ceased to exist in the 1980s. We had lunch, looked around, the altitude was about 1350-1400. Half of the few erebians, most likely kozhanchikovi and dabanensis, were broken. By 17-18 hours, we climbed the pass, where we caught several eversmanns, photographed them, and admired the fields of golden rhododendron. Incredible places. The mark was around 1550-1600. Then the altitude began to drop, and we entered the Imtachan River valley (Khandyga River catchment area). We entered the territory of the nature reserve. Even then, I began to understand that the mountain part was ending, and the road home began. We stopped at project point 11. During the day we covered 14-16 km. We spent the night.
July 4. +17. We joined the Eastern Khandyga, reached a large ice cover, the weather began to deteriorate and by 17 o'clock a downpour began, lasting 1.5-2 hours. We ran out onto the high terrace and stood there.
On the 5th after lunch, after waiting for the rain to stop completely and the vegetation to blow out from the moisture, we set off. We made a mistake with the preliminary calculation of the distance to the highway and got out on the road in 3-4 hours. Instead of the planned 9 km, it turned out to be 6-7.
On the highway, we stretched out our hand and the first passing car picked us up to the village of Teply Klyuch, where we planned. Only about 220 km away. On a prepared cruiser, we flew for 3-4 hours on a not very good grader.
There were no places in the hotel, they spent the night outside the village.
July 6 +25. We settled in a rented apartment thanks to Yura's friends. Until July 8, they fished in the surrounding areas and the valley of the Khandyga River. I got some Paleno jaundice, viluensis, hyalas, hyperborea, but not much in all.
On the 8th in the evening we left for Khandyga, from where we started for Yakutsk on the same day.
On the 10th, we went to Yakutsk to visit familiar places in Botsad. The species composition changed, latonigens, hayfields amaryllis, brentiss, thick-headed tesselum flew, there were many pigeons. Caught until the 12th, gradually in the city it got colder, flew away on July 13 and there was no more than 12 heat.
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Ending.
This was the end of the almost one-and-a-half-month journey. The total length of the route is about 140 km, not counting the exits to the valley and radials from the parking points. Special thanks to Yura for the pleasant company and interesting adventures, it's great that we managed to get together and go.
What I can say is that it is always a pleasure to return to Yakutia. This time it was a completely new Yakutia, unusual, with forests and without mosquitoes) What is Suntar Hayata-it is primarily the sound of water, which is everywhere, everywhere. This is a fabulous tundra and biting wind. This is a harsh region, where moments of absence of fatigue are rare, but doubly pleasant. And of course, this is a place where you want to return.
Thanks for attention. I apologize for the long scribble, but it doesn't work out any other way. Sincerely, Alexander K.

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I apologize for a small remark: the panoramas are simply badly sewn, which somewhat spoils the overall pleasant impression of the landscapes. I recommend installing a special program for this purpose, at least a free Hugin.

Thank you for your comments, but there is simply no time for stitching and processing ((

Fuck the panoramas. Mattresses decide. Thank you San. From the heart, a pleasant story all according to the mind.

A wonderful journey! Thank you for taking the time to describe your adventures in detail.
It is a pity that there are no butterflies in nature. If you don't mind, please sign the photos.
The style of presentation is influenced by the Jurassic period. He likes short phrases made up of short words. Or is it just a coincidence?
Thank you again. It is a great pleasure to see such nature.

Yes, butterflies in nature could not unfortunately be lazy.
But I don't know how to sign the photo yet, if you can tell me, it will be great.
In terms of style, I don't think it's from Yura. Key phrases were cut out of the travel book.
The nature is certainly incredible, but I was hoping for more mountain tundra. I can say that after crossing the Dyby plateau, we got from the Yakut forest tundra and tundra to the Siberian taiga. Also, a question for biologists. In the Dyba valley, on the hills, in the upper zone of forest distribution, there are birch trees, while in the warm valley there are none. What is the reason for this?
Yes, and one more moment, several checkers of mathurna were caught in the valley of V. Khandygi in the Warm Key, can someone tell if there were ever any collections from there?
Well and a few straightened butterflies I'll add which I set for myself:

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Thank you, Sasha, for the report! I will add my impressions and photos today.

But I don't know how to sign the photo yet, if you can tell me, it will be great.

Click the red check mark (edit mode) to the right above the report file, see the photo designations (for example: [attachmentid()=271723], [attachmentid()=271724]) and sign each one under it. Next, click on the "Send"button.

Also, a question for biologists. In the Dyba valley, on the hills, in the upper zone of forest distribution, there are birch trees, while in the warm valley there are none. What is the reason for this?

In the valley, the frosts are stronger in winter than at the top. Birches are freezing out.

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Oh, I don't have time today with the report. But I will definitely do it this week!

Yura!!!! where's your report!:?

I was late with the additions to Sasha's report... Apologize. Things didn't let up. Finally getting started. And-I'll attach photos at the end.

Our trip was not easy. Probably the most difficult one of my life. Two troubles at once: bad weather and the wrong route. I made it up myself in the spring: along the valley of the Ogany and Dyba rivers to go to my friends, the hermits Kayur (everyone calls him that in the area, his name is Misha) and his" friend of life " Tanya. A little over fifty kopecks each, they live for 22 years in an abandoned geological hut near the mouth of the Menkeche River. In places rich in butterflies, where I hunted them for two seasons. Along the way, I wanted to "take" arktikusov. I imagined them when I looked at satellite maps of the mountains around Oganya and Dyba. The right black ones are just the right heights. We'll catch you! "I was pretty sure. Localities on Suntar Hayat, where this species was caught before, were excluded. Two of them are in a nature reserve, with strict protection, and before the "free" walk three days along the riverbeds littered with stones and the remains of washed-away trees. Where water breaks the way to everything, if it suddenly rains... Oh, these cards! Zero arcticus stations for the entire 140 km hike! Still, this view is very local. Luck didn't like me this time...

It was great in Yakutsk. We lived in a spectacular, comfortable merchant's House in the ethnographic complex "Chochur Muran". My friend Roma Shavlov, his guru and deputy, a lover of zoology and a culinary god, settled us there. As a sign of gratitude, I spread out tropical butterflies in the evenings to decorate the complex. Its owner Herman Arbugaev was given them by his son Max. A journalist for National Geographic, no less. He found out last year about my "butterfly raids" and decided to cover the topic in the magazine: butterfly expeditions, collecting them, museums, farms - from Wallace to the present day. I went on a business trip to several tropical countries, where I bought these copies. And his article is expected in National Geographic, and a film is expected on the magazine's website. Keep an eye out...

In the vicinity of "Chochur Muran" we collected with Sasha. "Walks" along forest roads, ascents and descents along the steppe slopes of the Lena terrace. The catches were not bad: a lot of parmenio blackheads, Nanna's aeneis, pseudophylotes yakuticus pigeons, triphysis nervosa, tyche's jaundice and other different butterflies. There was once an extreme event. We were almost attacked by a half-wild horse. We were walking along the edge of the forest towards a small herd. Suddenly a horse broke away from him (we think it was a horse - they are more aggressive) and ran at us. Saved "diving" in the forest...

Then there was a taxi-minibus to Tomtor, a ferry with it, with a" crowd " of cars through Lena, a night dusty dirt track through the endless taiga, past swamps and through alas (wastelands), and there were roadside cafes with beautiful Yakut waitresses, a twin ferry through Aldan, taiga, taiga, excitement of the landscape, mountains, snuggles over Eastern Khandyga, forest tundra with snow spots... Profits. Backpacks under 40 kilograms on the shoulders-and let's go. Sasha took a Saiga rifle with him. He does not go without a trunk in the taiga, like most other geologists. Bears... He also had a satellite phone with him, which was very useful on the hike. Sasha called once every 4 days (expensive!) my mother and I learned the weather forecast, and we planned whether to go or sit out. Although maybe it would be better without a phone. Don't know anything - go, go...

We spent the night on this day of arrival not far from the highway, in the morning we crossed the shallow, but "elastic" Kyubyume and began to get bogged down in the swamps. You can't drown , the permafrost at 30 cm from the ground level will not give, but the grass plexus and viscous soil tire your feet. It was hard going. After 5 km - a small lake. First stop. Sasha got spinning with a wobbler for various Yakut fish. He had already caught it... Threw, leads. Bite in half a minute! Malmo! The palms are one and a half inches long. Quite a loot! I also threw it in. Another one! A little less. Then the third, with the first... I have a spare wobbler tied to my fishing rod. I'm driving... More Malmo! We caught about ten of them. The biting stopped. Fire quickly, roast the catch on the lids of the pots. It was a nice dinner. And we salted some of the malma. Then we ate with butter for a whole week on the hike.

The next morning it became even more difficult for us to walk. My leg ached. For some reason, my right heel began to hurt in recent years under heavy loads. And Sasha got a pain in her leg. A serious injury was in one of the long-ago campaigns... We were stuck in the swamps again. We didn't go far that day. We spent the night in tents in the forest. In the next two days, we caught butterflies in the tundra valley of the Taalakhtag stream. Magdalena's blackies (erinnin?) I came across something like Rossi, Klossiana erda. Few. Cold.

We went again... "Erected" tents on the high terrace of the Dean, and wanted to check out his valley as well. Wide, tundra on the map, interesting butterflies were expected. But in the morning winter came... Sasha described it well. I was first chilled in the mountains of Suntar Hayat. I took the equipment lightly. I didn't take a winter jacket and a warmer sleeping bag. I thought we'd "slip through" to the hermits in five days and live in a house with a hot stove. But winter stopped us... We could, of course, have walked in the snow and in the cold, but the pass from Oganye to Dyby frightened us - where it could have been even snowier and colder. They decided to sit it out... A dilapidated dugout of the Gulag era was found during a walk around the area. Restored by the Gulag's labors. It's in the permafrost. Refrigerator! But it's still warmer than outside. Sasha came up with the idea to roll stones in the fire and drag them inside. Some after cooling down to hot put in sleeping bags, in the legs and to the sides. It became quite good! I even had the bronchitis that I had at the beginning of the hike. But this dampness in the dugout, the slush around, the forced idleness were such hard labor! We suffered a lot in those days...

In one of them, with a" glimpse " of the sun, I went to walk around and-completely killed the mood. I lost my new Sony DSLR! Here was in the hands, and here-and no. I sat down, rested, and forgot to take it... I don't remember where. I've been looking for her all day. And the second one. Having lost hope of finding it, I turned home in the late afternoon. And I almost tripped over the camera! I was standing on a hillock where I wasn't looking, where I shouldn't have been. Getting old... Day rain on the camera "sowed". But-it works, not wet! The mood for the first time in three days was five!

We stayed in the dugout for two more days, and when the weather improved , we moved on. It became easier to go: food arrived, a deer trail... Around the partridge every now and then "squawk", take off. I'd like to shoot! But they didn't dare. Even reindeer herders walk here, their land, they can find fault... We decided to get a partridge in deserted places, on the Rack. Just to know in advance that they won't be there! Yes, no luck this season in these mountains.

The Dyba Valley is either a bush or a rock on a rock, and it is very difficult to walk. Bear tracks appeared on the sand and began to multiply. There were none in the Oganyi Valley. There, the Evens shot all the bears so that the deer wouldn't be beaten. Only newcomers occasionally... There was also a bear oasis! Sasha carried the gun on his chest, keeping his hands on it...

Kayur called me from Khandyga in the winter and promised that he would leave a mark at the confluence of the Dalankichan Stream, pointing to one of his hunting huts. We approached in the evening of the second "Dybovsky" day to the area of the stream. They looked ahead, looked around... There is no placemark. We were tired, and a new cold front was approaching, according to Sasha's mother. How necessary you are, izba! But there is no placemark anywhere... And now - the brightest moment of the hike! Something white ahead on a pole! Really a label!? They came closer - a white piece of film, like a flag, and a little to the side - a path into the forest. Look at her quickly. A hut peeped through the trees! That's where Happiness was! That's why I love challenges so much: they help you feel the taste of life! Everything in the hut was as it should be: a shelf, a table, dishes, a stove. It was immediately flooded. We warmed up. The water from the river was dragged, heated, bathed and washed. The laundry was hung over the stove to dry. Dinner and tea were prepared. We just got to heaven!

The next day we visited the valley of one of the streams in the area. Bumping into bear tracks every now and then. Once I could feel someone looking at me from the forest right under my skin. And he's not human. The weather was bad, it got colder, and not much was caught. In the evening, the rain began to fall, quickly home-they dived into our house. It was still raining the next day, and we had a day off. Sasha saw a wolf! He opens the door of the hut to the street-the wolf is standing 10 meters away. She looks at him. A moment later, he was gone.

The hermits, their main hut, were only 10 km away. We passed them the next day. Also with hard work! There were snuggles along the river, where it is deep, possessed, and falls to the rocks, and you have to climb over them as a climber-higher and higher, so as not to fall off, and traverse the windbreak, on the scree treacherous "crawl", with a backpack hanging on one side, from half a kilometer, and sometimes even a kilometer. Ugh, we got it! And Tanya met us. Kayur wasn't there. She fed us right away. Her tortillas are so delicious! They resemble doughnuts, but only more than once every five years and without sugar. I gave them some wild sheep meat. We ate our fill. She flooded our bathhouse. We bathed and washed our clothes. Grayling was caught on the hind legs. We caught a few of them. There are few quiet channels... Last year there were more of them, and I caught up to 20 at a time. I would have lived with Tanya for a week or two, but time was running out, and I had to move on. We had return flights on hand. I could have sacrificed my own if there were a lot of butterflies in the area, but they were rare.

We stayed with Tanya for four days, and went to the mouth of the Menkeche River. The road to the camp of the builders of the mining and processing plant is laid in its bed. If you can call it a half-washed, disappearing "car track"every now and then. On this road it is not so far to the highway. 4 more days on the road... And he was heavy again. The Menkeche flows through the canyon, waving from wall to wall, and you have to "wander" it every now and then, but after the rains, the water in it was waist-deep, with a stormy current. There's no way to go there. And here again we were climbing along the snuggles - through the cedar elfin, along the moss coming from the slope under our feet... I've never uttered so many obscenities to myself, and sometimes even out loud.

We spent the night in tents not far from the camp, skipped it in the morning, and by evening we reached the pass between Menkeche and Imtachan Creek along an abandoned but already better road. Beauty is out there! The tundra is covered in blooming rhododendrons, the carpet is amber, the mountain is visible from yellow rock, as if made of gold. It's a pity I didn't get a photo of this place. Maybe I'll come back sometime. It makes sense. For it was on this pass that the Eversmanns were finally caught. At sunset already. During the day, I think it was full of them! Yes, and other different butterflies were caught... I wish we could have stayed longer. Another cyclone found!

Well, then there was the reserve. We walked again along the stone "potholes" of the riverbed, crossing it from time to time. The cyclone caught up with us beyond the mouth of the Kharchan. Rain poured in. Thank God, they managed to cross the Eastern Khandyga, back and forth, along the "robberies" at the longest nip, otherwise they would have had to perform another feat of circumventing it, at the end of their strength. We spent the night in tents on a forest shelf near the Eastern Khandyga and the next day went out on the highway. Immediately hitchhiking stopped. They pick up well in these places...

Then there was a Warm key and again Yakutsk. Sasha told us what happened during those final days. There's not much to add.

Summing up, I want to say that we have turned out to be more of a tourist trip than an entomological one. I should have planned a shorter route after all. For example, from the highway along Kyubyum and Kharchan to the Menkeche Pass and from there to Kayur. From it the same way or described through the reserve-back. Or don't go "anywhere" at all... Take a base somewhere near the highway, behind the sold-out nature reserve, and catch in the area. Arcticuses are unlikely there, but all sorts of other butterflies are expected. However, I always "plunge" into extreme sports. It's time to stop doing this. Okay, as it turned out, so it turned out. Thank you to Sasha for the company. I hope we'll go out with him again. To the Moma Mountains for 200 km!

And - a series of photos.


The merchant's house in "Chochur Muran", where we lived.


Inside...


One of the biotopes of the district.


Herman and his daughter at a butterfly house in Malaysia. (Photo from the Arbugaev family album).


Sasha and Roma Shavlov.


Disembarkation at Suntar Hayata... Next year I will buy a backpack of 130 liters!


Sasha's first catch.


Cooking...


Lake in the valley of the Taalachtag stream.


Even parking lot.


Winter has come. Sasha makes the roof of the dugout.


They covered it with larch branches, and then covered it with tents and film.


Life has become more fun...


Local landscape.


And another one.


And more...


Placemark!


In the hut...


But this is how it looks from the outside.


Hike along a stream in the Dalankichana Valley.


Such were our roads...


Khokhlatka Gorodkova.


Dyba Valley.



This post was edited by Wild Yuri-03.01.2024 00: 41

I didn't shoot any butterflies this time. Fatigue, bad weather, and a small number of "objects" completely killed interest in photo hunting. I hope to fill the gap next year.

Irkutsk region, Olkhon Island, 26.06-08.07.2016.

In late June and early July, I visited Olkhon. The island is located almost in the middle of Lake Baikal, this has a significant impact on its climate, compared to the mainland, it has more sunshine and very little precipitation, only 164 mm per year (for comparison, in Moscow-708 mm). According to local residents, the island usually gets 3 showers per summer, and this year it turned out to be atypically rainy. Indeed, during the two weeks of my presence, there were 2 whole days with precipitation, while the rest of the days the sun shone almost all day. In terms of vegetation, the territory of the island is divided roughly in half into a pine-leaf forest and a steppe, in which I met the following lepidoptera::

Hesperiidae:
Muschampia cribrellum obscurior
Muschampia tessellum nigricans
Pyrgus alveus/serratulae shukshini

Lycaenidae:
Lycaena violacea
Aricia artaxerxes strandi
Celastrina argiolus bieneri
Cupido minimus
Cyaniris semiargus altaianus
Glaucopsyche lycormas lederi
Phengaris cyanecula
Plebejus orbitulus pheretimus
Plebejus lucifera
Plebejus maracandicus transbaicalensis
Plebejus subsolana
Plebejus optilete sibirica
Polyommatus amandus
Polyommatus cyane
Polyommatus eros erotides
Tongeia fischeri

Nymphalidae:
Argynnis niobe changaica
Boloria tritonia dubatolovi
Brenthis ino paidicus
Limenitis populi
Neptis rivularis magnata
Melitaea ?athalia reticulata
Melitaea latonigena
Melitaea phoebe saturata
Aglais urticae
Vanessa cardui
Coenonympha amaryllis
Coenonympha glycerion iphicles
Coenonympha hero perseis
Boeberia parmenio
Erebia cyclopius
Hyponephele lycaon pasimelas
Hipparchia autonoe sibirica
Oeneis magna

Papilionidae:
Papilio machaon
Parnassius nomion dis

Pieridae:
Colias hyale irkutskana/polyographus
Colias palaeno orientalis
Leptidea morsei morseides
Aporia crataegi
Pieris napi bryonides
Pieris rapae
Pontia edusa

Sphingidae:
Laothoe amurensis

Sesiidae:
Synanthedon scoliaeformis

Drepanidae
Drepana falcataria
Falcaria lacertinaria
Tethea ocularis

Geometridae
Alcis ?extinctaria
Angerona prunaria
Cabera exanthemata
Cabera pusaria
Charissa sp.
Odontopera bidentata exul
Plagodis pulveraria
Macaria notata
Thetidia smaragdaria mongolica
Lithostege sp.
Eupithecia sinuosaria
Rheumaptera hastata
Catarhoe cuculata
Xanthorhoe fluctuata
Cyclophora albipunctata
Idaea aureolaria
Rhodostrophia jacularia
Scopula incanata
Scopula virgulata substrigaria

Erebidae:
Coscinia striata
Setina irrorella
Rhyparia purpurata
Leucoma salicis

Noctuidae
Acronicta psi
Cucullia splendida
Sideridis turbida
Autographa gamma

Notodontidae
Cerura felina

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End of July 2016. Altai.
A short, but as always rich trip along the Chui highway. The weather in the summer of 2016 was not consistent, and isolated hot days were abruptly replaced by cold and prolonged rains. therefore, it was necessary to run away from them from one ridge to another. this actually helped, because large high-altitude steppe basins, due to their huge areas, provide a natural barrier to clouds in the form of powerful updrafts of heated air. on the first day, due to heavy rain over the entire north-western Altai, I had to drive through the entire high-altitude part of it and stop at the border with Mongolia, on the Chikhachev Ridge, behind the village of Kokorya. Here, Erebia callias, Erebia approximata, Oeneis, etc. flew with might and main, including many different scoops, and especially pleased with the capture of a series of moth Rhodostrophia jacularia.





After spending the night, we moved to the Kurai Steppe, where Boeberia parmenio, Tongaie fischeri, and Spiris striata were still flying. The mass flight of the Siberian cocoonworm Dendrolimus superans sibiricus began in the evening twilight. Especially impressive were the giant females, apparently floundering in the branches of larches and laying eggs there. Night fishing has pleased with the abundance of various interesting motley animals, among which there was a new moth for the fauna of Russia (the publication is being prepared for publication). there were still Chelis caecilia...






The next point is traditionally Aktash.
despite the end of July and the cold weather (at night up to +1+4) caught here is also very interesting and diverse! From interesting things-I collected a fresh Acerbia alpina, and noticed it in flight and hooked it with a net on the fly. many Erebia (callias, approximata, keferschteini, pandrose), Oeneis aktashi, ammon, Agriades glandon, Parnassius eversmanni, Euphydryas iduna, etc. I was very pleased with the rare Alpine moth Orthotrichia heterogynoides and Entephria olgae, and the more common species Psodos sajana and coracina, as well as the mountain steppe Napuca obscurata. At night there were Platarctia ornata (including one female), Dodia diaphana, Chelis dahurica, a lot of different scoops, especially all sorts of mountain Xestia and Lasionycta.












Finally, we visited the surroundings of Ongudai. During the day there were Agrodiaetus damon, Erebia neriene, Zygaena carniolica, loti, Coenonympha amaryllis. It's pretty boring at night, just plain views.




In General, we were satisfied with the trip! I hope to visit it again in other periods (spring, autumn). Painfully interesting and diverse fauna inhabits the mountains of Southern Siberia.

This post was edited by Konung - 23.02.2017 19: 27

Thank God I missed something in this life. Tell me about Erebia approximata.
As always, a vivid and informative photo story. Well done!