melting snow, which eroded the path, turning it into sticky mud. now it is necessary to conquer the simenskyhat after all we go up quite steep or up because uh the bike had to be driven at low speed by stones, midges and all that bullshit. of course, i ate in the beard too. i had it there. i cleaned and got my teeth, there are midges right there. smile, i don't. so i'm at the highest point, if these ears that lay the seminsky pass on the chuysky tract, as they overcame this pass on cars of the beginning of the last century. especially on some carts and horses, and so on, to be honest, it’s not something that doesn’t seem to me. i do not even i can describe it in my violent fantasy, i somehow imagine. therefore, at all times, travelers reaching the top of the pass thanked the spirits of altai for the part of the path already covered and asked for blessings for the rest of the road. this tradition is still alive, communicating by faith. uh, that the spirits are in heaven, and therefore the pass is a high point and it seems that you are much closer to them. and they heard you. i mean, i need to