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Can't you post more photos? Not this chuchundra, but mattresses with eardrums.

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But the bumblebees have already been taken away.

Thank you, I did not expect that there are so many different Eumenins found there, I believed that this is the prerogative of lower latitudes. One oska in the reduced image generally seemed similar to the sheet, which interested me very much, but now I see that it is not-also some kind of eumenina.

If you need something, I'll change it. On the pupae of some Donetsk butterflies.

We returned from Altai. The weather was very hot there from May to the end of June, so by the time we arrived on July 2, almost everything was flying away. We met Anatoly and Yevgeny Fillipov and had a little chat. Zhenya said that dorkashi of a good subspecies of chemalensis, if they had known earlier, would have gained more of them under Chemal. They didn't catch any normal bears, and most of the Parnassians were exhausted, except for the nomions, who were just leaving, and Ariadne, who were no longer there at all. yolks, except for singe, too. Of the 6 local species, mangolas were not taken at all, tizo, cheosa and Elena were torn to pieces. Only scoops did not fly badly at night, especially metalworms and cuculias (approximately 15 and 10 species, respectively). Altai was struck by the complete lack of infrastructure and service, as well as an insane number of visitors. There is also an almost universally absent cellular connection. The nature is very beautiful, except for the ruined cottages that are now there everywhere along the asphalt roads. Well, in general, we had a normal ride, took a walk, some even managed to break the meniscus, and the weather was not happy, mostly there were rains

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Mda, I wanted to publish my report here about a new hike in Yakutia, but the photos don't join... While here, read: https://ussuri555.livejournal.com/8888.html. Then I'll post it here.

Mda, I wanted to publish my report here about a new hike in Yakutia, but the photos don't join... While here, read: https://ussuri555.livejournal.com/8888.html. Then I'll post it here.

In the third part, this plant is Clausia solntsepechnaya Clausia aprica (Stephan) Korn. - Trotzky

But it's in the meadows, down below, and it's high. And these are low, tiny plants that are at the very top. Maybe some other related species?..

Hooray, the forum has come to life, photos are joining in! And I'm starting to publish the report that is mentioned in the link above. It was possible not to duplicate it, but here additional comments are possible, well, and-according to tradition!

THE TALE OF ARGA-TAS

Part One

"The risk of one adventure is more expensive than a thousand days of well-being and comfort," wrote Paulo Coelho in one of his novels.
I absolutely agree with him! I love adventures. And I can't live without them. In resorts like Sochi and Kislovodsk, I yawn all day... It's not my thing. Mine: carrying a backpack on your shoulders, you don't know where to go. In places where no human foot has ever set foot (or very rarely has), where the pristine world is, where unknown species of butterflies live-which I photograph, catch and study as an entomologist. These places: Yakutia! That's why I visit it every summer, of which there are already 11 before this report. (Previously, I was more of a back-packer for some reason, I went to "beaten" places-oh, I lost time!..)

And in winter, looking at the map of Yakutia once again (a third of Europe!), I kept thinking: where will I go this time? I decided in the end: Arga-Tas! I suddenly found myself in a rhyme... The ridge is located 80 kilometers west of the village of Zyryanka, which is located in the Yakut northeast. Part of Momsky district, where I was in 2019. Tall and also covered in black scree, according to satellite maps. Which is exactly what I need. In the black mountains it is warmer – there are more butterflies, and scree likes some particularly interesting species of them. Well, it's not too far to go, or they'll give you a ride... Halfway between Zyryanka and these mountains is the village of Ugolnoye, there is a road to it, and then some kind appears on satellite maps. Almost to the foot of Arga-Tas approaches.

And I began to work out logistics for the expedition, I came across the website of the Ugolny secondary school on the web, looked at it and was stunned: decorated with butterflies! This is a sign. That's it, I'm going to Ugolnoye! I'll take pictures of various butterflies there and catch them in the area – my entomologist colleagues asked for local mother-of-pearl, blackheads and other miscellaneous things, so I'll go to these mountains. I wrote by e-mail that I was on the school's website, one of its teachers Natalia Vasilyevna Sverkunova (for some reason I decided to tell her, although there were other emails there), told her about the expedition, and offered to arrange an entomological excursion for schoolchildren... She soon responded, supported my idea, and promised to put me up for free in Ugolnoye.

This village gets through the regional center of Zyryanka – regular planes fly from Yakutsk, and then they go along the road. And I thought it would be a good idea for me to reflect at the landing point as well. I found in VKontakte ("sounds", but I write by spelling ) a blog of Zyryanka, with about 800 participants, and began to study their pages: who could help me with accommodation and transport in it? One page intrigued me: a local resident Dmitry Grigorov is creating a local history museum in Zyryanka, and the exhibition could use my box of butterflies... I wrote to Dmitry. He said he would be very happy to meet me, and I could stay at his dacha for that. He added that he once raised swallowtails and caught beetles...

Wow, two butterfly matches – two signs, logistics solved. That's it, I'm definitely on my way!

And on June 5, I flew to Yakutsk.


Map of my expedition. (I didn't include Zyryanka – it's 40 kilometers to the right).
Well, what to notice...
There are very few people in the Arga-Tas Mountains. Previously, there was a reindeer-breeding state farm in the upper reaches of the Zyryanka River (which gave the village its name), but in the dashing 90s it died. Sometimes hunters take snowmobiles to the foot of these mountains during the cold season. Once there was a raft of tourists on the Rassokha River, 50 kilometers south of the places I chose, and even about it there is a photo report.
In general, these are wild and poorly studied mountains, although they are located relatively close to civilization - the village of Ugolnoye.
Waiting for the first entomologist in their history!


He took me in again Chochur Muran, almost the Merchant's native home.


Butterfly aesthete Roma... I brought him some Palearctic diaries in envelopes for his collection, and this butterfly – To Herman (see the link about it below) for its home exposure. He asked for "something big." Female bird-wing Priam from Papua New Guinea.


And this is Herman's son Maxim Arbugaev, who has become a rising star in the world of documentary films. Read more about it in the same link, and you can read more here where his wonderful sister, Herman's daughter Yevgenia, is also represented. Maxim came to Yakutsk to shoot his next film, now a feature film, and I "caught" him during breakfast at the Chochur Muran restaurant.
(And while writing the report, I found out that Maxim and Yevgenia Arbugaeva won the main prize of the most prestigious festival of the American Film Institute in Los Angeles for the film «Haulout». Bravo! Congratulations!)


I stayed in Yakutsk for two days, the weather was gloomy, I didn't go to nature, and on June 7 I left on a regular AN-24 (the same age as the USSR!) to Zyryanka. I settled in Dima's dacha (in a simple way, Dmitry allowed himself to be called), which is shown in this photo.
And here is the page of the museum he is creating: https://vk.com/id573655338.
I couldn't take a picture of Dima – for some reason I didn't allow it!


In Zyryanka, too, the weather did not go well. The two and a half days I spent there were rainy and cold. Well, I watched TV at the dacha and sometimes went to the shops to buy food for the expedition.
Village from the roof of a mini-CHPP. I took a photo from the above-mentioned Zyryanka blog from an unknown author.


And this is her river port. They transport coal from here along the Kolyma River and the Northern Sea Route to various places in the Far East. There are several deposits of it in the area. Photo by the same author.


Dima advised me to go to the local department of the Ministry of Emergency Situations (now called the Life Support Department), where they could help with delivering me to Ugolnoye. The bus does not go there, by taxi – 5000 rubles...
In the management I was accepted by his deputy Afanasy Afanasyevich Danilov, promised assistance with transport, and registered me, according to their rules, as a tourist. I was surprised by my campaign. It's been a long time since anyone went to Arga-Tas... " The mosquitoes there are creepy, bears, mountains are difficult to pass. Why don't you go?" he asked with a delicate smile. "I'll go. I can't cancel the expedition! Well, I have a lot of travel experience... " I gave him a link to my LiveJournal.
Athanasius gave me a service loaf (pictured) with a driver. She took me, at lunchtime on June 10, to Ugolnoye (point 1 on the map).


Driver. My namesake is Yuri.


Along the road, in the desolation of the place, there were horses. Photo by Dmitry Grigorov. Mine, from a driving car, turned out to be blurry, but here – a masterpiece! Dima should try her hand in the photo department as well.
Horses, by the way, were distributed here not so long ago by the Yakuts, in an uncharacteristic taiga zone for these animals, but nothing – they live grazing in the taiga redlands and in clearings.


Ugolnoye!


It was in this house that Natalia Vasilyevna settled me: in a one-room vacant apartment, with furniture and everything necessary. There are a lot of them in the village – people leave here for the "mainland", leaving good. I can't show you my assistant, because she also refused to be photographed!


And this is already at school, I brought her "stuffed" tropical butterflies as a gift, which I put in frames-these are the species from her website and some others. He gave a lecture to the children about entomology and my trips. We listened with great interest and asked different questions. Wonderful children in Ugolnoye!


And this is after the tour. I gave them jars for growing butterflies (many people were interested!), and maybe someone did something, but they are silent mysteriously.


Ugolninsky "sidewalk" in the direction of dachas.


Well, I followed them and went out on the river, on my first private excursion.


Overwintered flying hives saw on the shore.


And I took off as many as three yolks of tyche at once! There are two females at the top and a male below.


The view from my apartment window on Arga-Tas is about the right area for me. Wow, I'll climb!..

To be continued.

Sorry, the school's website doesn't work... And so-the most beautiful was! I would like to restore it. I'll suggest it to Natalia Vasilyevna.

THE TALE OF ARGA-TAS

Part Two


I stayed in Ugolnoye for 4 days, and during one of them I visited the local library that was in my house. Here is her window...


There he met its only employee, the librarian Tatyana Pavlovna Ermakova, and a little later a local geologist Boris Pavlovich Lopatkin came to the library. They are in the photo. Good people. Tatiana Pavlovna wrote: a whole book about Ugolnoye and the people of the village – - in a beautiful language, adding a lot of photos, and Boris Pavlovich goes on excursions to the local nature, observes its life, takes pictures...


The library also has a small museum exhibit. Here, for example, is an accounting journal from 1955, dedicated to coal mining at one of the local quarries.


And this is the book of honor, another 20 years older, where they honor the leading coal miners. Weighs 3 kilograms!


Inside is an amazing handwriting written about each hero, there is a photo of him... Mentally before people were honored!


Collection of items from the Soviet era. Oh, time is running out!.. Photo by Tatyana Ermakova.


The beaded painting is the work of Lyubov Demina, a Yukaghir woman who lives in the village. She also sings beautifully, composes poems... There are a lot of talented people in Ugolnoye.


Yakut minerals. Photo by Tatyana Ermakova.


One day I went to an abandoned quarry (point 2), on the other side of the Zyryanka River, which flows near the village. Such places, with "reared" soil, like quite rare tenedia sailboats, and in these distances can live a subspecies that has not yet been described!
I was walking on a bridge like this across a floodplain forest.


Then there was another one-after Zyryanka.


Not much of a big river, but that's when it's a long bucket...


Amazing bridge. They say he is 70 years old!


There was an almost abandoned road leading to the quarry, with bear paw prints on the sides.


Came... "Lunar" landscapes. The plants had not yet settled in the quarry, and there were no Siberian tufts (Corydalis sibirica) that I expected, pioneers of such designs: tenedium caterpillar feed. Strange, the quarry has long been abandoned! Of the butterflies here, only Tyche's jaundice was observed, and a couple of times I saw some red-haired representative of this genus – either hyperborea or hecla.


In one place did settle flora-glade Arnik.


A lump of coal.


And this is a lake on the site of its selected array. Well, people worked once!


The water in the lake was muddy, but gulls flew over it. So there's some fish in it... One seagull posed for me for a long time, but didn't let me get too close.


Another day I went to another quarry (point 3), and met Oleg Pavlovich on the road, with twigs of some unusual, in his opinion, birch.


And again – lifeless "mines", but at the edge of the quarry I was waiting for a male pigeon argiades: a European butterfly species that has its own subspecies in Siberia.


And a little further on was Argiades the female.


Then I was walking along another abandoned road, already close to the village, when I suddenly heard quick "slaps" on the ground behind me. I looked around and was stunned: a bear was running at me!

To be continued.

Molbiol fell again... Photos are not attached.

Did he go up? Only the moderator's earnings are raised here.

Molbiol fell again... Photos are not attached.

Will there be a sequel?

Photos don't join! Continue reading here: https://ussuri555.livejournal.com/8888.html. And the ending is already there. But I also wanted to publish it here...

Yura, well done! As always, a great report! I want to read and read and never let it end!

Yes. Well done!

Thanks! Still here I will try to "publish" the report when the forum is restored. When only?.. Happy New Year to all of you, and thank you again for your kind words!

Molbiol, I see it's worth it... And it doesn't seem to be resurrected. Nevertheless, I will attach my last report: https://ussuri555.livejournal.com/11286.html. So far 9 parts. There will be new ones coming soon.

I finally finished my report! https://ussuri555.livejournal.com/11286.html. 21 parts, 469 photos. Butterflies, beetles, flowers, landscapes, rafting on Indigirka, gold nuggets ... Ugh. Read.

Part Three

I was somewhat taken aback, but... I was delighted! Finally, my camera is not in my backpack, as almost always happened in exclusive stories, but hangs on my chest. So I'll take a picture of the bear!
I only had time to "click" twice – when it stopped, about thirty meters away from me. I immediately pulled my windbreaker out of my pocket spray bottle with ammonia he quickly pulled out a knife from his backpack. Kitchen "cleaver" from the apartment. I've never taken knives on excursions, but here, in the Ugolnoye area, looking at the many bear tracks, I decided to take them...
So, in my right hand I have a spray gun, in my left-a cleaver, I point them at the bear, he looks at me for a couple of seconds, and then I see his namet on the shrubby forest tundra! A slow one, like, " I'm not afraid of you, but I've got other things to do..."
It was amazing how easily he carried, in smooth "jumps", his rather massive body. What strength in the paws of this beast!


Here's his trail... The bear would be small, three-year-olds somewhere, but such, according to local residents, are much more dangerous than adults. "Peddlers are all fools!" is a local saying. Well, the strength of this bear is like that of four people, and it would be impossible to cope with it without means of protection.


And the hour struck-on Arga-Tas!..
I packed the products here in such "herms". Then I use them for water and extra-dense (ramming hands) carrying clothes. I also had four sticks of raw smoked sausage. I take it instead of stew. Why carry water?.. You can eat sausage anyway, and even cook soup from it.
And since there is a road on the satellite map in the direction of my mountains, I began to look for someone who would give me a ride to them at least for a while, and then I would walk along the Tuora-Bygyttakh riverbed (points 5, 6 and 7). "This road has been abandoned for a long time, and all the washouts! Tatyana Pavlovna told me. - Please contact the owner of the Skazka store (one of the two grocery stores in the village – auth.) Sergey Drachuk, he has some kind of barbutayka, maybe he'll give you a ride."
She gave me Sergey's phone number, and I called him and told him about my expedition and its importance to science. "Yes, I'll give you a ride..." "Yes, I'll give you a free ride! "" Thank you so much! " I promised Sergey a gift, even though he said that he didn't need anything. A tropical butterfly in a frame for him, very beautiful, prepared, and I will send it soon.


He could go in a day – on June 15. The next day I again toured near Ugolnoye, I didn't see any special butterflies, and so, in the morning – we start! On a huge ATV "Sokol", which belonged to Sergey, we go to Arga-Tas.


No one else would have passed. Across the road in some places – ravines of gullies, you need to avoid them, and behind the roadside there are often swamps... One of the detours.


We passed the edge of another abandoned quarry (point 4), where I planned to go on the way back – to look at the local July butterflies. The quarry, judging by satellite maps, is partially overgrown: it seems that there should be...
Soon the Haranga River was crossed with a quick "nod", we drove along the old track through terrible swamps, and somewhere without a road at all through sparse woodlands and marami-and arrived. Point 5, Tuora-Bygyttakh riverbed. There was no further passage.
Sergey also didn't want to be photographed (the land of surprisingly modest people!), but I persuaded him that I would take a final picture from afar... Here is my good helper.


And-drove home.
Easy to say... And if it breaks, will the wheel break through? There was a mosquito inferno on the way, all covered in bear tracks, Marie, and what happens – you'll have to walk for two days... I silently wished Sergey a good trip.


I shouldered my backpack, picked up my bag, and started walking... Русло Туоры-Быгыттах.


It went well, but then it branched off, and I had to fight my way through the floodplain forest – which was very thick in places.


Komarie!.. Only nakomarnik saves in these places, which was on me, forget about ointments and sprays.


I met a moose. She didn't run away, just kept looking at me... Perhaps the tree trunk, the weight in front and back, and the net turned me into some kind of miracle.


Such daisies were sometimes found along the riverbed.


Arga-Tas... Still far away, stomp and stomp.


The riverbed narrowed, so I had to walk through water and slippery rocks, and I almost fell a couple of times...
There was a treeless ridge on the left – so maybe we should continue along it. Alas, the slope was covered with thick bushes everywhere, and I fought my way through it for twenty meters, pushing aside the branches with my hands, and-I gave up, went back.


The riverbed widened again, rocky "reaches" appeared, the evening was long gone, and I decided to spend the night on one of them (point 6). He lit a fire...


Simple food.
I took the same kitchen knife with me just in case of fire, and even made a scabbard for it out of a plastic bottle (they are lying next to it).


My camp. Arranged nodi on both sides of the creek bed. These are attached to each other scaffolding, ignited in the gap. The fire burns for a long time then, slowly moving in both directions. The smoke is coming... I've seen a lot of bear tracks today, and this animal is terrified of it. The noddy trees, however, were made of poplar, which burns quickly, and in two hours everything would die down, and the smoke would not last long, but then I would get up out of necessity, having deliberately drunk too much tea for the night, and resume the fire.


In the morning, I climbed up the riverbed wall: maybe I should go over it?.. But everywhere there was a burnt-out elfin tree. No, it's better on the rocks!


The whole day I walked along the riverbed, it was very winding, in some places it almost turned into a canyon, with fast water up to my knees (I was lucky that it didn't rain for a long time!..), I was tired, in the evening I was almost like a "zombie", but I finally started to go to the upper reaches of the river, where the valley it began to expand, and the river banks flattened out.


But again – narrowing, floodplain forest, go bear trail.


Mountains. The high mountains have begun!


Late in the evening, I crawl exhausted to a shelf in the highest mountains (point 7). A trickle of icy clear water snakes down from the underground defrost. Snowflake... Here I will set up a camp for the first time. There is even a refrigerator for groceries!


Well, here it is located... Obzooor around! I made a quick meal and fell asleep.

To be continued.

An amazing case! I accidentally went to the forum, and suddenly decided to test whether photos are attached to messages... Join us! Well, I thought to continue my unfinished report about Arga-Tas. I don't like "incompleteness". I'll post it here in full, and I'll give the next ones in the form of links to my LiveJournal.
Total published part 3.

Again, it doesn't attach it... We wait.