Hike from Gudauri to Chaukhi Pass.
My father, told me once:
- live in harmony with nature, learn to understand it.
I always had many questions. After five years of life in the Himalayas, the fate dragged me to the Caucasus. To a country with a proud name, Georgia.
Time flies, children grow up. Life in a small mountain village is calm and measured.
I love my family, doing self-development and training.
In winter – skiing, paragliding in summer, as well as running, hiking in the mountains, traveling.
Today I want to tell you about my hike from Gudauri to the Chaukhi pass.
Outside the window is the beginning of autumn 2020, and in a soft bed is so cozy and warm.
The feeling of acute need to go beyond everyday comfort keeps me awake.
What a pleasure to get up early in the morning!
I am planning a route from Gudauri to the mountainous village of Juta, through valleyes of Milioni, Narvani and Sioni. There are about fifty kilometers ahead, with the set - the drop of height at 3500 meters.
Having packed my backpack with everything I need, I go out towards the Sadzali mountain range.
The weather forecast for the coming days is favorable, sunny and changeable.
I think I can do it in a couple of days, and there will be seen how God will give.
Having met the sunrise, I walk along the ridge of the mountain massif leading me from Sadzeli massif to the top of Nirvani mountain. It is an extraordinary sight to watch the breath of the first clouds formed under my feet. Amazing views of Ukhatskoye Gorge, Kabargini and Kazbeg from the north, and from the south the Truso valley, with its scenery and the tops of Zeda Soncho and Kudebi, Chirdili, opened. Somewhere in the distance between the clouds, you can barely see the top of Lomisismta. Flying here on a paraglider was different - I could not enjoy what I saw and felt as now.
I had a modest breakfast with a stunning view of Mount Kabargini in the upper part of the Milioni Valley, and go further.
Behind the back, about ten kilometers - it is noon. I need to be hurry to get the place for night stay, I didn’t want to meet the sunset on the way to there.
In front of the Kabargini mountain I go to the left to climb, a set of seven hundred meters on the ridge Tsiteli, traverses on the western slope.
At 5 PM, the eleventh hour of the journey, fatigue in the legs makes itself felt. I decide to camp just where I was at that moment (coordinates - 4232'36.2 "N 4435'26.9" E).
Had a light dinner at the sunset, in the mountains, away from civilization - what could be better?
For me – nothing.
On the watch 6.10 AM. The night was cold. The altitude was 2950 meters above sea level. At dawn I was awakened by some noise. A mountain otter sat at my backpack, trying diligently to get inside. Having noticed me, it immediately disappeared in the nearest rocks.
An unusually colorful sunrise, a light breakfast, packing the camp and I am on the way. Today I will have to work a little: going down and going up, which are a thousand meters high and the remaining distance, which is at least thirty kilometers.
My path lies through the river Arthmo. It takes no more than an hour to rich there. A lot of springs that turn into brooks in an instant intersect each other, going towards the Arthmo River.
Approaching the river, I saw a hut of shepherds, located in the center of the gorge. Assuming that dogs live with them, I decide to bypass them. My intuition did not let me down, about fifteen dogs from far away, began to bark loudly and run in my direction. Shepherds, glory to God, were not far, and having seen me have recalled dogs, politely invited me to a table offering house wine, bread and cheese. Thanking for my saving and for their hospitality, I moved along the Arthmo riverbed. It took me about two hours to get to the village of Akhaltsikhe. It took me no more than an hour and a half to get to Juta after it.
At 5.55 PM the sun was about to roll over the huge rocks, and I still have about eight kilometers to go more. I confidently pass Juta, it was harder and harder to breath because the height was growing. I walked along the trampled path and kept my course across the Green Lake to the Chaukhi Pass. Around the mountain streams, alpine meadows, cows graze, poop lying everywhere, and the remnants of sunlight rays were reflected from the north-western wall of Chaukhi. Beauty was indescribable!
Up to the pass, no more than half an hour, I set the camping at an altitude of three thousand meters. With hope, that tomorrow will be a sunny day, I went to rest.
At night it rained a little. At dawn I woke up in the cloud, wrapped in a sleeping bag with my head, and decided to afford a little rest.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the first rays of sunlight that illuminated the eastern walls of Chaukhi. Forcing myself to go out from the tent, I decided to walk to the Chaukhi Pass to take some pictures and back.
Climbing to the pass, with some morning renewed vigor, it took me twenty-five minutes. The fabulous panorama of the Abudelauri glacier with its three famous lakes at the foot of the eastern Chaukhi made me stay a little more long just to enjoy it. I didn’t know how much time passed, I just stood, watched, and listened to the noise of the wind. I watched from the outside everything that happened. Rain drops brought me back to reality. Having put on my backpack, I went down to the camp.
My trip finished in the village Juta, where I went after picking up my camp. Mobile Phone signal start working only in Juta but all of the way it was no signal, so I could call to my wife. She already was waiting for mе in Juta, so tired I jumped into the car and we went home together.
Should you go to the mountains?
Definitely worth it, because here and now you can go beyond the framework established by modern society.
As one famous Russian singer Vladimir Vysotsky sang - "What can be better than mountains? - only mountains!"
Ability to explore - this is the greatest gift to us from the universe!