Height above sea level 1895 meters. The mountain is located in the Subpolar Urals on the border of the Komi Republic and the Khanty-Mansiysk Autonomous Okrug, the highest point is shifted half a kilometer from the border towards the Khanty-Mansiysk Autonomous Okrug.
Name
The name was given by the geologist A. N. Aleshkov in 1927 during the research work of the North Ural Complex Expedition of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR and Uralplan in 1924-1928, which for the first time studied in detail the highest mountain region of the Northern Urals (Later this region became known as the Subpolar Urals). Several neighboring peaks then also received their names in honor of the explorers and public figures of the Urals: Karpinsky, Didkovsky.
There are two variants of stress in the literature: Folk And Folk. The first is justified by the presence at the foot of the mountain rivers Peoples, the second - the tendency that took place during the Soviet era to devote names to the ideological symbols of the new state, in this case - the Soviet people (examples: Peak Lenin, Peak Communism).
Aleshkov himself did not leave written evidence of the stress he used, but according to Professor P. L. Gorchakovsky, who personally knew the initiator of the expedition and its first leader B. N. Gorodkov, Aleshkov still had in mind the name Narodnaya, derived from the Russian word "people » . This fact is also confirmed by the geographer and local historian N. P. Arkhipova, who in the past studied at the postgraduate course with B. N. Gorodkov. With such an accent, indicated on the second syllable, the mountain entered the TSB of 1954. However, already in 1958, in the new textbook of geography for the Universities of Milkov and Gvozdetsky, the Narodnaya variant is given as the only correct one. Subsequently, scientists and writers have repeatedly spoken out against such an interpretation of the name.
There are also names derived from the name of the river in the Komi language "Naroda" or "Naroda-Iz", which came into use approximately between 1930 and 1950. These names are also given in the TSB of 1954 (without indicating the stress) and are quite common in the scientific literature of that time. The name of the "People" can also be seen on the 1 km topographic map (sheet Q-41-97.98 ed. 1994)
Story
According to new written sources discovered by local historian V. G. Karelin, already in 1846 Mount Narodnaya was mapped by a Hungarian explorer of the 19th century
So nature has created that the highest and most beautiful mountains of the Urals are located in the Subpolar Urals!
Stories about the Narodnaya and Manaraga mountains are reflected in this article.
This region is very beautiful and little explored, because of the geographical remoteness, tourists and travelers come here much less often, but there is something to see here!
The area is interesting for river rafting and fishing, climbing mountain peaks and ridges, picturesque lakes!
The subpolar Urals is one of the most beautiful regions of our Motherland. Its ridges stretched in a wide arc from the sources of the Khulga River in the north to Mount Telposiz in the south. The area of the mountainous part of the region is about 32,000 km2.
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Manaraga (1662 m) is a peak in the Subpolar Urals. The top is a strongly dissected ridge with 5-7 huge "gendarmes".
The explanation of the name of the peak is given by E. K. Hoffman in the essay “Pai-Khoi, or the Northern Urals”:
“The meander of the valley opened before us a side view of Manaraga, and then its nail-shaped spitz was an unusual jagged peak. From this peak, the mountain received its Samoyed name, which, according to the interpretation of our translator, means "Bear's Paw" »
Hoffmann's translator was not mistaken - Nenets Manaraga (Nen. Mana - the front paw of a bear, Nen. Raha - similar) - Similar to a bear's paw. The names of the mountain in the Komi language are also established - Sizimyura (Komi sizim - seven, Komi yur - head) - Seven-headed, and also - Unayuraiz (Komi una - many) - Many-headed.
Summer ascent to the right (when viewed from the valley of the Manaragi River) "tooth" does not require special equipment. The highest point of the mountain is the second “tooth” from the right, climbing skills are required to climb it.
Until 1927, until A. N. Aleshkov defined Narodnaya as the highest peak of the Urals, Manaraga was considered the main mountain in these parts. Although it is 200 meters lower than Narodnaya, the royal isolation of its position creates an impression of majesty.
Getting to Manaraga is not so easy. Hiking route requires good physical preparation of the group. For people unprepared, the best option would be a helicopter transfer. Be sure to take into account that the path to Manaraga passes by the Pechoro-Ilychsky Reserve, where outsiders are not allowed to enter. By the way, next to Manaraga stands the no less high town of the Bell Tower and the highest point of the Urals - the town of Narodnaya.
Amazing Manaraga delights everyone who managed to climb to the top or see it up close.
Mount Manaragu, towering in the Yugyd-Va National Park, as soon as they do not call it witchcraft, and a queen, and even a saint, but in any case, it is so peculiar and unique that it is impossible to confuse its jagged silhouette with other ridges. This mountain reaches its height of 1663 meters, and its peak with a strongly dissected ridge is very similar to a clawed bear paw raised to the sky, which is why the name is translated from Nenets as "bear paw". Other peoples living in these remote places of the Polar region gave other names to the unusual mountain, their names - Seven-headed and Many-headed, but among travelers and climbers of Russia, the peak is known and popular precisely as Manaraga.
They write and speak about Manaraga as the queen of the mountains, which is not surprising, its majestic forms, a stunning view from the top, the sound of a mountain river carrying its turbulent streams at the foot, causes genuine admiration, and even severe rock climbers and climbers in their travel Notes cannot refrain from enthusiastic epithets, describing the "bear paw". .jpg)
Mountain climbing
Until 1927, Manaraga was considered the highest peak in the Subpolar Urals, but geologist A. Aleshkov determined that Mount Narodnaya, located next to Manaraga, was 200 meters higher than it. Climbing routes are not extreme: depending on the season, the category of difficulty is defined as 1B and 2B, that is, the simplest, but, despite the theoretical possibility of conquering the peak and a beginner, not every professional succeeds in climbing the mountain.
The most favorable period for traveling to the mountain is July and August, firstly, because the rise in summer, if you look at the mountain from the mountain river valley, on the right "tooth" of Manaraga does not require special training and equipment, and secondly, housing, where you could stay for the night is not here. Tourists come here with their tents. Climbing the highest point of Mount Manaragi will require excellent physical fitness, experience and proven climbing skills.
Experienced hikers recommend taking your time climbing the mountain. The climate in these places is harsh, even in summer the weather is not stable, and the temperature is kept at around +15. Climbing to the highest point of the mountain and descending back to the foot is enough for one day, so it is better to wait for a sunny day without precipitation. In bad weather, it is better to take walks in the Yugyd-Va National Park and see its many sights.
Where is? How to get to Mount Manaragi
Russia, Komi Republic, national park Yugyd Va.
The area where the mountain is located is difficult to access. From the Pechora or Inta railway station, it is advisable to order an all-terrain vehicle or a helicopter drop, since only a well-trained tourist can make a hike, because you have to walk several tens of kilometers. Once in the Yugyd Va park, you need to register with the park administration - this requirement exists to ensure the safety of tourists who want to climb the mountain.
The park is located on the western slopes of the Subpolar and Northern Urals, on the border of Europe and Asia. On its territory there are the highest peaks of the Subpolar and Northern Urals. The rivers of the park, flowing from the western slope of the Ural Mountains, supply clean water to the Pechora, one of the largest rivers in Europe, flowing into the Barents Sea.
The natural boundaries of the park are the main ridge of the Ural Mountains in the east, the Kozhim River in the north, the Synya, Vangyr and Kosyu rivers in the west, and the border with the Pechoro-Ilychsky Reserve in the south. The territory of the park is included in the Subpolar Urals physiographic region and is located in three orographic zones - mountainous, foothill and lowland, formed more than 200 million years ago.
In the orographic structure of the Subpolar Urals, two main watershed ridges have been identified. One of them, the western one, over 150 km long, is the “Research Ridge” (or ridge), where the most significant peaks with heights of more than 1700 m are located. up to 1549 m. This ridge is part of the park only in its southern part, its northern extension goes beyond national park"Yugyd va". In the south of the Subpolar Urals, the Central Urals narrows, separating from the Telposis ridge by a deep transverse valley occupied by a latitudinal segment of the river valley. Shchugor. The Northern Urals is more flattened in relief, but in this area there are many interesting natural complexes in cognitive, aesthetic and recreational terms.
Just like in the Subpolar Urals, there is a wide range of unique and typical mountain, plain and tundra landscapes with pronounced vertical zonality. The Northern Urals starts from the latitudinal knee of the river. Shchugor and stretches to the source of the river. Mowing with rows of parallel ridges up to 1000-1500 m high. It is characterized by flattened peaks. The mountains are wooded, with treeless bald peaks. Along the western slope of the Northern Urals there is a long foothill ridged strip, the elevated ridges of which in the south are called High Parma (between the Kolva and Ilych rivers). Further to the north are Ydzhit-Parma (between the rivers Ilych and Podcherem), Ovin-Parma (between the rivers Podcherem and Shchugor), Dead Parma.
The meridional mountain ranges of the Urals have a decisive influence on the appearance of the park. The main landscape zones of the park are flat, foothill (rolly) and mountainous, differing in geomorphological structure, climatic conditions and, as a result, soil and vegetation cover.
The main types of vegetation in the park are forests of flat areas, foothills and slopes of the Ural Mountains, as well as mountain tundra, forming flat, tundra and mountain landscapes with pronounced vertical zonality.
More than half of the park's territory is occupied by natural forests - primary dark coniferous and light coniferous taiga. The predominant species in most forest landscapes is Siberian spruce. In the mountain forests of the southern part of the park (the basin of the Shchugor River), belonging to the transition zone between the middle and northern subzones of the taiga, a significant place is occupied by fir and cedar.
In the Subpolar Urals, the Great (Stone, Rocky) Urals are distinguished, covering the watershed ridges and mountains of the western slope with a sharp alpine relief, significant heights and the absence of forest cover, and the Small (Forest) Urals, adjacent to the Great Urals from the east, characterized by smoothed forms, incomparably lower altitudes and largely covered with forest.
In the orographic structure of the Greater Urals, the North Ural expedition identified two main ridges: the western watershed ridge, over 150 km long - the ridge of the Explorers of the Northern Urals in the 19th century (Research Ridge), where the most significant peaks with heights of more than 1700 m (Narodnaya, Karpinsky, Didkovsky) are located , the eastern watershed ridge, more than 100 km long, with heights up to 1549 m - Narodo-Itinsky ridge. The Narodno-Itinsky ridge (ridge) adjoins “in a checkerboard pattern” on the eastern side of the Subpolar Urals to the Research Ridge, continuing in a northeasterly direction from the sources of the Kozhim to the sources of the Khulga. The name "Narodo-Itinsky" is given by the Naroda River, the left tributary of the Manya, which flows into the Khulga (Lyapin), and the Itya (Tykotlova) River, the more northerly right tributary of the Khulga. The high-mountain relief of the Subpolar Urals has an alpine character with fresh traces of caro-valley glaciation. The ridges and peaks are separated by deep valleys - troughs. Their slopes are corroded by numerous steep-walled cars and circuses, the bottoms of which are filled with mountain lakes and glaciers. Many ridges are crowned with jagged ridges, they are deeply and densely dissected by river valleys. Here are the highest peak of the entire Urals - Mount Naroda (1895 m) and a number of mountains, characteristic of their alpine outlines, incl. Saber (1425). To the north of the Naroda, the mountains narrow sharply and deviate to the northeast. To the south of it stretches a narrow jagged ridge with the peak of Manciner (1779 m). At the headwaters of the Khobe-yu and Vangyra rivers, the Unapproachable Range (1665 m) rises with a plateau-like peak crowned with scallops - the remains of weathering. The most picturesque mountain is the symbol of the park - Mount Manaraga, majestically raising its six peaks.
The subpolar Urals is a real mountainous country, in the central part of which the entire ridge expands to 150 km. In this area, the direction of the ridges changes from the meridional to the northeast. Often there are kars, troughs, moraines and glaciers, among which there are such well-known ones as the Hoffman and Malda glaciers.
When moving from west to east, three zones can be traced: the western ridge zone, the Central Urals and the eastern ridges. The western rolling strip stretches in the meridional direction. The Obeiz ridge, representing the western Ural spurs, consists of two ridge-like ridges - Maldy-Iz in the west and Western Saledy in the east. To the west of these ridges, the Sablya massif has advanced, on the eastern slope of which there is a small Hoffman firn glacier. This entire mountain junction is characterized by the presence of deep trough valleys, rocky peaks, sharp ridges, a wide development of kars, tarns, and firn glaciers. 
REPORT OF THE HIKING PART OF THE TRIP (MOUNTAIN PEOPLE)
The weather was great all day. In the morning, junk that was not needed on a hiking trip and part of the food were added to the barracks on the edge of Zhelanny, where employees of the Academy of Sciences lived. They had a watchman on duty at all times in the barracks. At 11:30 we went up the Balbanyu valley. We rounded Lake Bolshoye Balbanty on the left along the all-terrain road. The road is wet and swampy. In boots, I had to jump from bump to bump, then climb the slope above the road. We overtook a group of pedestrians with children who had left a little earlier than us. An hour and a quarter later we got up to rest at the ford, where a branch of the road crosses the Balbanya. After the transition in the heat, we had a good swim in clean cold water. Further, at the mouth of the stream flowing from the wide valley on the left (where one of the branches of the road goes) it turned out to be very damp. There, in front of Lake Maloe Balbanty and Mount Starik, a family of reindeer herders stood. Having sinfully crossed the stream with its marshy banks in half, we got out onto the gentle slope of the valley under Mount Starik.
Khambal-Yu valley 
The road went to the right to the lake, but it was clearly too swampy there. We went along the deer paths on the slope of the valley. Having passed Lake Maloe Balbanty, after 55 minutes we got up for lunch. It turned out that our gas burner is rather weak for a kan and cannot bring it to a boil in the wind. Even hidden in a deep crevice between the stones, the kan could not boil for half an hour. Finally, it was possible to bring it to a boil only on a small fire made of dry dwarf birch. At 1520 we moved on. After 52 minutes, we rested by the stream flowing from the couloir after the massif Starik and Starukha. At 1742 we moved on. They overtook a large herd of deer. They ran ahead of us for a long time (apparently mistaking us for shepherds), then they went up the slope. A little before reaching the valley of the Upper Balbanty lakes near Balbanyu there is a small beam. A lot of stones began to come across. With difficulty they crossed in boots a large stream from the Upper Balbanty lakes. A group of tourists walked towards the other bank, apparently with Limbek. Soon a low pass to Limbekoya opened on the right, and a narrow valley on the left, along which we wanted to climb Mount Narodnaya. Almost reaching this valley on the left bank there was a good place for parking. There was even a willow tree suitable for firewood, but we decided to go further to the lake with the island. A significant uphill climb began. Although the road today was not difficult, but the distance traveled was already felt. We stood in front of the impressive cara of the Balban glacier on the tongue of the moraine above the stream from the lake. Dinner had to be boiled on a burner in a small pot in several steps. 
The ascent to Narodnaya began at about 9 o'clock. The couloir from the circus with the lake turned out to be occupied by a snowfield. They did not dare to go along it and went along the rib to the right of the couloir. Having overcome a steep hillock on the ascent, we reached a gently sloping rocky ridge at about 9:30. We walked along it for a long time, then the ascent to the rocky ridge began. Behind it was a hollow with a snowfield and a stream murmuring under the stones. On the left, the car was breaking off towards the Blue Lake. There was an excellent view of Mount Karpinsky and the vast expanses of Asia. A cloud swirled over the car for a while. After resting at 11:30 by the stream, we started climbing the steep rocky slope to the top. We climbed to the top at 12:20. Of course, this is not forgotten. From the highest point of the Urals, the entire central part of the Subpolar Urals is visible. The beautiful Manaraga props up the clouds with her crown. Wriggling, the Naroda River goes into the endless Trans-Ural jungle. In the distance, the Saber massif is barely guessed. However, it was not possible to sit on the top alone for a long time. Soon two more groups climbed up there. At 1247 we started the descent. We quickly descended into a hollow with a snowfield. There, on the bank of one of the numerous streams, we had a bite to eat and went further through the moraine shaft. The sky in the southwest darkened - a rain charge was approaching. Everyone hurried down. At first we went along the ridge, but then we saw how people went along the snowfield in the couloir. We also went down to the snowfield and surprisingly quickly went down to the circus with the lake at 15:20. The rain on the descent caught up with us, but quickly ended. Returning to the camp, we quickly turned around and at 1700 went down the valley. Despite the harsh climate, there are many flowers. At 1740 they stood in the Balbanyu valley between two valleys, where they stood and the valley of the Upper Balbanty lakes. Here was a parking lot, which we noticed during the ascent, surrounded by willows. There is a lot of firewood and finally it was possible to cook a normal dinner. The gas burner was weak.
Mount Manaraga 
After the ascent, we had a half day. Slept more. The effects of yesterday's outing are being felt. Still, adaptation has not yet passed. The weather is vile. Cold. Windy. It drizzles from low clouds at times. Kostya went to the pass on Limbekoya, the four of us - to the pass to the pass to Blue Lake. Along the way, I came across a tiny stream, overgrown with beautiful red moss. The stones are slippery. In two hours we reached the uppermost lake, Upper Balbanty. They didn't make it to the pass. Painfully wet stones and a steep climb. Oddly enough, sometimes the sun peeped through, delighting us with a rainbow. By three o'clock we returned to the camp and rested until the evening. By evening it got very cold.
Mount Narodnaya - on the horizon on the right 
It was sunny and windy in the morning. We quickly packed up and went to Zhelanny. It went on easily. In four hours we reached the ford across the Balbanya. They ate there. Shortly before the ford, we came across two tourists from Kostroma, who were going to Narodnaya. An hour later at 1228 we reached Zhelanny. In Zhelanny we settled down on a small platform in front of the ford. Just above the ford, the river can be crossed along a rift in waders, but where cars drive, the depth is more than a meter. At the mine they said that by 15 o'clock the chief would arrive, and it would be possible to agree with him on the transfer to the mouth of Pelingichey. We took our floatable junk from the "academicians", pouring 100 gr. A GTT and a large caterpillar tractor drove past us several times, but they drive nearby and will not take us to Pelingichei. In general, it is felt that the tourists have already got enough of the workers of the mine. At about 15 o'clock an onboard "Ural" drove by. The driver said that he would take me to Pelingichei in two hours. Soon he went back, saying that he would return in an hour and a half. Soon, from the mountain towering above the mine, pitted with pits and quartz dumps, the shift went down. The road she descended seemed so steep that at first it never occurred to me that it was passable for ordinary cars. From afar I mistook the slowly crawling shift for a caterpillar tractor. It turned out that this shift would go to Inta after 18:00. By 18 o'clock onboard "Ural" returned. After standing in the engine yard next to the shift, he drove up to us. Bargained for 300r. We were followed by a heavily loaded crew. Along the way, we were once again convinced of the correctness of the decision to sail from the mouth of Pelingichey, looking at the "rock garden" in the river. We drove for about an hour. At the ford at the mouth of Pelingichey we found a group with children on catamarans, with which we threw ourselves into Zhelanny. They stood on the opposite bank, where the ruins of an abandoned village could be seen. In the past days, they had barely walked thirty kilometers through these "rock gardens". There is already quite a decent larch forest, but with firewood a bit tight, apparently due to the popularity of parking lots.
at the top of Mount Narodnaya 
STORY ABOUT MOUNTAIN MANARAG - SERGEY ALEKSEEV
It was exactly the same as I had seen in my dream, except that it was lower when viewed from a short distance, not so steep and completely dilapidated: there were ruins of stones all around, overgrown with stunted larches, and steep screes.
As I walked towards her, she seemed shiny, white, impregnable - a true alluring MANARAG. And when in the mornings there was fog in the mountains or clouds hung over the peak, it seemed that it was of an unthinkable height for the Urals, half covered with a glacier, and if inferior to Mont Blanc, then quite a bit. In spite of everything, I did not experience disappointment, another thing, after five days of walking along the winding mountain river Kosyu, unaccustomed to the routes, I was tired, to the point of trembling in my legs.
I really wanted to climb to the foot of Manaraga: the nights in the Subpolar Urals are so white that you can read a newspaper, but you had enough strength to climb the icy stream only about three hundred meters. Below, the June gnat raged, especially gluttonous in the evening, and here, among the ice and snow, for the first time I breathed freely, chose a dry, mossy place, wrapped myself in a tarpaulin and fell asleep.
MANA - RA - GA - alluring to the sun!
It drizzled at night, then a cold wind began, and I didn’t even make a fire in the evening, only a sweater from warm clothes, instead of a tent - a piece of tarpaulin. By touch, he descended a little lower, to huge stones, found a secluded place under an overhanging boulder, wrapped himself up, climbed deeper and fell asleep again. And I was sure that the dog - a large German shepherd with a collar - I had a dream. It was as if she came to my hole, sniffed the tarp and left. Where could she come from here, a hundred kilometers from housing, and the locals are unlikely to keep shepherd dogs ...
When, at four o'clock, in the morning, frozen to the core, he crawled out of the shelter, at first he was amazed that everything was white around him: there was already a lot of snow, but here another quarter fell! Behind the mountain, dawn was already pecking in a clear, cloudless sky, and the wind seemed to have changed, warmed up, so that the snow became sticky. I threw the backpack behind my back, looked at my feet and froze in unpleasant amazement: sleep in my hand, two dog tracks stretched along the melting white veil - the entrance from below and the exit to the east, to Manaraga. Near my rookery, the shepherd trampled a little, then made a jump, as if she was frightened of something or someone called her, and slowly trotted on. Looking around, I went around the stone collapse, but I did not find a human trace - that is, the dog ran through here alone or its owner walked far away.
It was slippery, but I didn’t have enough patience to wait for the fresh water to melt, and I followed the dog’s trail, fortunately, the climb was gentle, and gravel was felt under the snow. The mountain seemed nearby, but I climbed up to it for about an hour and only when I climbed the plateau did I finally see the foot, or rather, a heap of blocks sprinkled with snow.
The shepherd dog made an incomprehensible zigzag, climbing onto an angular sloping slab, rummaged around there back and forth, jumped off and left in leaps towards the stone collapse, as if someone had called. I also climbed onto this slab and sat down on the dry edge, dangling my legs.
And only now he took his eyes off the ground: Manaraga, gray-haired from the snow, was dazzlingly beautiful and at the same time sinister, like any too beautiful woman. However, I admired her for a very short time, maybe ten seconds in total. Then the still invisible sun touched the tops of the rocks and seemed to heat up, warmed them up so that the fiery yellow melt, matured to sparkling lava, overcame the binding hardness and now collapsed down.
I jumped up and backed away, catching myself wanting to run back. There was a complete feeling that a volcanic eruption or some kind of cosmic cataclysm had begun! Dozens of peaked rocks melted before our eyes and a giant, regular-shaped bowl formed at the top, filled to the brim with boiling melt, and giant plasma prominences slowly crawled out of it, as if from the surface of the sun, twisted into a spiral and then exploded. They don't lie to my eyes! - were carried away vertically into space, illuminating it, as if by beams of searchlights.
It was illuminating, because at that time the sky over Manaraga became night, dark blue and star-shaped. And I tried to look there, following these smoky-bright rays slowly rotating around the axis, and in their light I discerned a certain interweaving of voluminous, yellow-pink structures in the form of load-bearing trusses, but then the space became blindingly white, my eyes filled with tears, and my eyelids closed involuntarily.
With incredible inspiration and fear, I wanted to yell, and maybe I was yelling, because after a while I found that I had lost my voice. Boiling of superheated magma in the bowl continued for five to seven minutes, but a dozen and a half prominences were born above its surface (they could be counted!), And only after releasing them into space, the mountain began to calm down. This sparkling, lazy steam above the bowl, from which nuclear explosions later arose, slowly lost energy and seemed to be sucked into the fiery, bubbling flesh, and the sultans knocked out by boiling from the melt began to fall off, and soon the shiny surface only wandered like a brew over low heat.
When this movement also gradually died down and the power of the cooling magma's glow faded, again, quickly, before our eyes, crystallization began. What was liquid and just bubbling, rapidly increased in volume, swelled in breadth, grew upwards, acquiring conical shapes and at the same time losing temperature, and colors from orange shimmered into crimson. Until at the top of Manaragi, the cooling lancet teeth rose again, like a Phoenix bird from the ashes.
I had never seen anything like it in my life, but even not having recovered from the shock, I understood with my head (to my consolation) that this must be a light effect, probably caused by a special state of the optics of the atmosphere. And the soul protested - no, too natural and detailed picture unfolded at sunrise. A complete feeling that the projector was once shot, maybe at the birth of these mountains, the film and the sun only highlighted, projected frames onto the screen.
Many times I saw sunrises and sunsets in the mountains, reminiscent of the Urals, the same worn out by glaciers and weathered, moreover, at different times and in any climate. And if this is just a visual illusion, a special refraction of rays in space, then why have you never observed even something remotely similar, even if only minor details of what you saw just now?
Of course, what struck me the most was the emergence of the bowl, which remained in the visual memory and was imprinted by consciousness, when the upper half of Manaraga melted, and the lower one began to serve as a pedestal and was solid, blue-black. And when sparkling splashes flew out over the edge of this boiling cauldron, for a moment they highlighted the completely real slopes of the mountain and the collapse of stones. Moreover, the erupted magma then slowly cooled down and glowed for some time against the black background of the base. And I was close to these freezing drops, so close that I felt the heat emanating from them, warmed up after sleeping under a block, and then completely broke into sweat. Therefore, first of all, barely shaking off my stupor, I began to look around, almost sure that I would find these volcanic sprays, but the snow was purest, untouched, and only a chain of dog tracks pulled a little obliquely, towards the slope of Manaraga.
For two hours I was still standing on the stove, so excited that I forgot why I had come to the mountains, suddenly I found that my arms and legs were shaking, and I myself was still raising my head and looking at the sky above the peak. For a while, my memory was knocked out, I did not know what I needed to do next, but the heat evaporated faster than the stun, my wet back turned cold, and the sun, breaking away from the mountain, was still dim and did not warm.
The chill brought me to my senses, made me return to the ground, and I finally remembered that I was going to climb to the top and look from there, where the Ice Lake was, as my grandfather taught.
Finally, I got down from the stove and climbed into the barn, keeping to the melting track of the dog. Walking on steep rocky slopes on two legs, even in dry weather, is not easy, and in the rain the lichen gets wet and becomes worse than soap; so as not to break your legs on the ruins, sprinkled with fresh melted snow, you can only move on all fours or crawling (it used to be that they crawled on the kurumniks of the Yenisei Ridge). After seeing the sunrise over Manaraga, I could not look under my feet and kept pulling my head up - there was a feeling that something else could happen there, which I suddenly did not notice. And that's why it started to fall.
The first time was successful, the second time he broke his elbow, the skin seemed to be pulled off with a rasp, and even a bruised nerve and dried out his hand. But he climbed another fifty meters before he realized that he looked like a suicide.
Somehow, with an eye, he went down back to the stream, to the first larches, since he was following the dog's tracks. And the shepherd dog, clever, did not climb the stones and chose the path along the compacted gravel scree.
I lit a fire downstairs and stood under the smoke, spreading a tarpaulin over my back like a sail: either I was so cold during the night, or the frightened, adrenaline excitement had not yet passed from the amazing spectacle, but I was pounding, even if I climbed almost into the fire itself.
Meanwhile, the sun rose over the Urals, stirred up the air, and a warm south-westerly wind reached the foot of the mountain. The loose snow began to melt quickly, the water immediately soaked into the moss, went into rubble, and after two hours it was almost dry, summer came again below, but the slopes and Manaraga itself were still mottled, black and white.
Two days ago, as soon as I saw Manaraga on the horizon, I walked and chose my route of ascent, and the closer I came, the more often I changed them, as the mountain loomed with its new faces. And yesterday I stopped at the most real one - on the western side along the stream, where the slope is more gentle and in its middle there is a rather flat hump, probably made up of blocks - just at this place the edges of the fiery bowl lay.
Having warmed up, I did not wait for the slopes facing the sun to melt, and went to storm Manaraga for the second time. I thought that while I was walking, the snow would drive away, I ate a cracker with a lump of sugar by force, chopped a small bundle of firewood with a specially sharpened sapper spatula (you won’t find a stick on top), attached it to my backpack and moved back to the stove, from where I watched the sunrise.
I was not so hot as a climber, however, as well as a rock climber. So, I crawled along the hills on the Angara, on Taimyr and on the Krasnoyarsk Pillars I had fun. Therefore, he walked like a tourist, and from the equipment there was a piece of rope about thirty meters, two real hooks, a sapper shovel in a case on his belt, and a geological hammer donated by Tolya Strelnikov as a talisman. On a long handle his philosophical saying was burned (or maybe he stole it from someone): “Not all gold that glitters, we say and pass by nuggets.”
However, almost nothing was needed here, except for a homemade hammer that could be used as an ice ax or a crutch. The snow was really driving away as I climbed up the mountain, only the old, winter one remained. The slope turned out to be quite gentle, and if an impregnable threshold came across, then it could always be bypassed. By half-past nine the ascent became even more gentle, and soon, with a sinking soul, I got out onto a platform, almost horizontal - onto a pedestal in which a solar bowl stood at sunrise.
There was nothing special here, all the same heaps of stones covered with lichens, and no traces of melting or burning (and hope lurked in my soul, a bowl with bubbling melt was seen too naturally!). Even the snow here melted only on the tops of the stones, the rest lay intact, falling between the boulders. I began to look for a place to hide from the wind, build a fire and make strong tea, and suddenly stumbled upon dog tracks. Wow where did you go! And the question is, why, if not the owner brought her here?
Leaving the backpack, light, I wrote out a decent circle but collapse, hoping to still cut the traces of a person, however, apart from my own, I did not find anything.
Can't, shouldn't a dog just like that, on its own, climb uphill! Moreover, at a height of one and a half thousand meters! And even if it’s not a shepherd, but a wolf, then he has nothing to do here either: there is no prey, and the she-wolf’s dens are arranged, on the contrary, in low places, closer to the water ...
Making a fire, however, as well as drinking tea, you immediately got sick of it, you can impersonate yourself with smoke. And I also caught myself constantly looking around and walking, hiding behind stones - somewhere there must be a person!
Of course, after more than a month you walked under the "outdoor" and felt and saw it all the time, some element of persecution mania gets stuck in your brain. At least, the habit of keeping track of whether there is a “tail” remains for a long time, and I experienced this on trains while traveling from Tomsk and then, from Moscow to the village of Kosyu. I could not help but want to look back, even when I hired a man with a motorboat and sailed up the deserted river - I searched the banks with my eyes and looked back to see if they were catching up. Yes, and when for several days in a row he rustled gravel along the river slopes and shallows, spending the night along the banks, he still looked around.
No one was tracking me down, that’s for sure, I didn’t meet any oncoming-transverse ones for the entire walking path, except for the “Kazanka” under the “Whirlwind” engine, which rushed past down the river - it seems, the uniform cap of a forester or a huntsman flashed, but I hid behind a stone and he could not see me.
Nobody knew that I was going to Manaraga, the peasant drove me on a boat only to the confluence of Kosya with Vangyr, as if he were a fisherman, and left me on the shore. Where I went next, he did not see, because he was hungover and received a settlement in liquid currency.
That is, if now someone else is climbing a mountain with a dog, doing it independently of me, it's just that the paths converged so ... But then why would he hide his tracks? And how does he manage to do this while moving on fresh snow? It is basically impossible to jump on the thawed bald patches of stones all the time ...
Having hidden my backpack, with one hammer and a shovel on my belt, I followed the dog’s trail, believing that it would certainly converge with the master’s: judging by the zigzags, the shepherd was scouring around, but, according to her dog habit, she still kept the human track and always crossed it every time , thus focusing on the main direction of movement. He walked only a hundred and fifty meters, if in a straight line, and then the trail dived between the boulders, where he disappeared. I walked around the collapse - there was no way out, which means that the dog hid somewhere here. Squeezing sideways, I tried to see what was there, in a heap of stone, but blinded by white snow, I saw nothing, and the flashlight remained in my backpack. If desired, a person could climb through here, if crawling and near the ground itself. I called out - Bobik, Bobik, whistled, and it seemed that something stirred in the dark belly of collapse and smelled of the stagnant spirit of a dog.
Still, here, contrary to all natural laws and animal customs, there was a den, probably a dog's. Probably, the shepherd was abandoned by tourists, or maybe she escaped from the camp guard, went away from people, then she whelped and now feeds her offspring, running after prey into the forest.
And this offspring will become free, free ...
However, such a story was only suitable for a sugary story: a dog is not a person, does not violate any laws and strictly observes customs, otherwise it would have degenerated long ago and lost all hereditary instincts, as happened with the king of nature.
I noticed the collapse and went to the backpack for a flashlight: the events on Manaraga developed interestingly, mysteriously, starting from sunrise, the mood was upbeat, and the search habit prompted - do not miss anything, check everything to the end and only then draw conclusions and take the next step.
In the place where he left the backpack, there was only firewood, untied by someone and carefully placed on a dry stone. Not believing my eyes, I turned around on the site, looked into the cracks and sat down: if not, then it won’t be, it won’t fall through the ground ....
The one who took the backpack, it is possible, now saw me, remaining invisible himself, and he was laughing, the bastard, watching the fuss! He distracted me with a dog and stole everything at once - warm clothes and, most importantly, food, thus putting an end to my expedition. And there were reserves at an economical expense for a week, I would have managed to find Ice Lake, catch a goldfish, and there would have been enough for the return trip ...
But now there were no fishing rods and folding spinning, even the rope and tarpaulin rested, you bastard! And most importantly, ten packs of cigarettes!
So that you choke, you bastard!
- Hey you, come here! - I shouted and did not hear my voice, lost even at sunrise, in front of the bowl, from where solar prominences were carried away into space.
And in the head of yesterday's criminal inspector, versions flashed one by one, until the thought focused on one - a runaway convict, since there are enough camps in the Komi ASSR. He went to the mountains, hid, went wild and now robs tourists. And the dog works with him for a couple: he brought it from somewhere, picked up the abandoned one, and nailed it herself. Or maybe, when he gave a tear, they let the shepherd dog go on the trail, and the convict humbled her, tamed her and made her his. He lives here for several years, learned to walk without leaving traces, eat raw food, live without fire, and therefore did not take firewood - a kind of Ural Tarzan ...
No, and this version was not good either, it was also literary, moreover, of an American kind.
I still could not believe that everything was over, I walked around the collapse and kicked stones. I was well aware of what happens to a person in the conditions of a mountainous taiga area, if he is left without food and a gun, and it takes four, five days to get to the nearest housing where there are people.
Hungry is almost twice as much. Of course, one can hope that a motorboat will pick up on the river, but ... sit and wait for the weather by the sea?
And in the backpack were three, still grandfather's, spinners made of silver fifty dollars of the twenty-fourth year ...
Yes, you can climb up to the teeth of Manaraga, as long as you have the strength, and with the sole purpose of seeing the Ice Lake, orient yourself, and leave, no, immediately run back to Kosyu. There is money for the return trip, you can buy food, tackle and go back, if only to find this invisible thief with a dog ...
It makes no sense to leave when less than half a kilometer is left to the top, then I will regret that I faltered, lost heart and did not go - it’s within easy reach of the rocks!
This is how I persuaded myself, exhorted and even shamed. Here she is, the jagged beauty, standing and propping up the sky. The remnants are like a crowd of people lined up along a cliff facing east. If you look for a long time, it begins to seem as if they are moving and waving their arms ...
Maybe this is what grandfather meant when he said that people were standing on the mountain? ..
The memories of these words of my grandfather somehow unexpectedly cheered me up, I nevertheless climbed up the mountain, and it turned out that without a backpack it was much more dexterous to make our way between the stones and cross huge fragments of rocks. So I walked for more than an hour, until I noticed that all this time I was almost relentlessly thinking about my grandfather, or rather, I’ve been wondering lately what he was doing near Manaraga, my grandfather? Did you go on a hike?
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SOURCE OF INFORMATION AND PHOTO:
Team Nomads
PHOTO by Anton Vasiliev
Hi all!
We live in the Urals, which means it would be logical to write about our native land - its charms, beauties, places of rest, places of power and other points where tourists would like to go. And today we will stop at the highest point of the Ural Mountains - Mount Narodnaya .
The Urals is the stronghold of the state, as they say, and a great place for recreation and tourism, for example, a real resort place with all the benefits. But today we will not talk about this, today is a less friendly place, but no less attracting the eyes and thoughts of more than one generation of tourists - Mount Narodnaya .
This mountain is the highest place in the Ural Mountains (almost two thousand meters above sea level!) and is located in a remote place in the circumpolar Urals.
Where the name came from is debatable. Someone says that the name Narodnaya has taken root since the peak was discovered on the eve of the 10th anniversary of the revolution. According to this option, in the title, the stress goes to the second syllable, i.e. Mount Narodnaya.
According to the second version, the mountain has such a name because of the river Naroda flowing at the foot - in this case, the emphasis is on the first syllable - NArodnaya.
These places gained tourist popularity only in the late 1960s. It was from this time that the peak began to change, because. people appeared, and therefore the “good” they brought in - all possible plates, badges and even a bust of Lenin! Then, in 1998, the “Save and Save” cross was put on the top, and a year later a religious procession to the top was made - events that were extremely incomprehensible to me ... well, actually this is everyone’s business.
An interesting tradition is to leave notes on top, it turns out a kind of tourist chat =)
Mountain Narodnaya - appearance:
Well, what can be said about Mount Narodnaya from the side of external charms, it is no different from the neighboring peaks, except that it is higher and the stone is darker in places. Of course, the places themselves are very beautiful and remain in memory for a long time.
On the slopes of the mountain you can see a lot of cars - i.e. natural depressions filled with crystal clear water or ice. The slopes themselves are covered with boulders. There are also glaciers with snowfields.
Often you can find steep slopes, cliffs, so a hike here requires preparedness and caution!
What you need to know when going to Mount Narodnaya:
- It is best to climb from the north side along the spurs of the mountain. You can also go along the Western slope, but there are a lot of cars and places that are inconvenient for passing. They don’t go from the East side, as many sheer cliffs will not let you go.
Mount Narodnaya is the highest peak of the Ural Range. In general, it is no different from other mountain ranges. These are all the same cars filled with ice blocks and snow, hard-to-reach winding slopes with powerful stone boulders and small icy mountain lakes.
On its slope there are many cup-shaped depressions, glaciers and even snowflakes. Among the grandiose and powerful hills of the Urals, Mount Narodnaya stands out. Its height reaches 1895 m, at its foot the river "People" flows, it is thanks to this river that the mountain got its name.
Story
In 1927, an expeditionary group led by Aleshkov was at the foot of the Naroda River for the first time, and as a result of exploring the area, geologists discovered a number of peaks that were many times higher than the mountain heights already known in the Urals. In the course of scientific research, geologists managed to establish the highest peak of the Urals, and Mount Narodnaya was recognized as it.
Although before this honorary title was worn by Mount Saber, 1497 m high, then this title was transferred to Mount Telpos (1617 m). A little later she received the palm (1660 m). Subsequently, there were long disputes about the highest elevation, only later, after careful research, scientists still managed to accurately measure both mountain ranges and draw conclusions. Today, Mount Narodnaya occupies the obvious supremacy. Coordinates: the peak is in the territory National Reserve, on the border of Europe and Asia.
Its fame and relative accessibility have made the route very popular with tourists. This place has become a cult for hikers. According to custom, everyone who has reached the mountain must leave notes there with their own people. According to legend, everything that is conceived comes true in a mysterious way.
Maybe this is due to the one installed in 1998 on which the words “Save and save” are written. No one can give an explanation, but only one thing is clear, that, being on the slope of the peak, it is as if you are charged with positive energy, you are cleansed of negativity and absorb all the power of virgin nature.
Mount Narodnaya is a truly unique creation that fascinates with its beauty, power and height. It is not easy to get to it, but it is possible along the northern or western slope. In winter, the climate here is severe and cold with frosty winds and prolonged snowstorms - the average temperature is about -19C.
Hiking is best done in the summer months, at this time of the year the temperature here is about +12C - weather conditions allow you to safely reach your destination. Complicate the path of stone ledges, boulders and ice karts with lakes. The terrain here is mountainous with sheer cliffs and deep gorges, so you need to climb it very carefully.
Climbing equipment is completely optional, the main thing is to follow the exact route and listen to the accompanying guide. But what you definitely can’t do without is an SUV. Before entering the territory, it is necessary to obtain the appropriate permission from the administration of the YugydVa reserve. The road to the ridge takes 5-7 days.
On a hill, tourists set up tents and kindle fires to keep warm on cold nights. Mount Narodnaya conquers newly arrived tourists with a snow-white carpet, clean air and crystal lakes - this is one of the best natural creations.
