Kakhovka reservoir sailing
A water trip on the sailboat "Zabava" was organized on the occasion of the weekend, on Constitution Day. Here is my story. Get comfortable, bro
The area of our Zaporozhye region is comparable to such European states as Belgium and Albania. There are quite enough attractions in the vicinity, so you don’t have to travel far for impressions.
Surprisingly picturesque and diverse natural world of the Zaporozhye region. Within the region you can find any landscapes, the most unexpected discoveries await on its protected paths, and from the expanses of water a completely different view of the area opens up. By the nature of the relief, the Zaporozhye region is a slightly undulating plain, over which 14 million years ago the mighty waves of the Sarmatian Sea splashed. Evaluating all this, you understand how many interesting things are nearby.
So, having shoveled the cartographic sites of the Internet, we can say that the route of the campaign affects 3 regions of Ukraine: Zaporozhye, Dnipropetrovsk and Kherson.
Since the beginning of the week, the weather predicted heat and calm for the days when we would be on the water, therefore, in order to cover the planned sights, gasoline, the engine and its stable operation were the main means, but the day before, in a couple of days, especially at night, the temperature dropped noticeably, the pressure dropped and the wind blew a steady steady east. Also on the night from Thursday to Friday (at the time of departure) we were pleased with the forecast east - northeast 5 - 9 m / s. The sailboat sails very well with a confident backstay, however, when entering Kakhovka, this wind could disperse the waveadd paints in the form of costs from seasickness (any unprepared person will get sick in three days), which then need to be washed off the deck).
As the Chinese sage Lao Tzu said: "And the journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step."
When we decided on the team, we immediately distributed responsibilities.
In preparation, we created and used a group in Viber, during the entire preparation we decided organizational issues together. Andrei undertook to plan the purchase of provisions. Max repeatedly dangled with me on the pier to solve organizational issues.
Exhaling sharply (ffuu, there are so many things that I don’t know where to start) I remember what has been done: The sailboat is fully prepared for the trip; over the past week, every evening I tried to prepare individual components, equipment, property and equipment were laid, laid out and secured, the gas stove was checked and gas cylinders in the amount of 2 pieces (as it turned out later, 1 was enough) in readiness for their intended purpose, on the transom once checked the mountings of the outboard motor for a couple of weeks to which the starter gear was changed, additional fuelpoured into canisters tentatively according to the forecast (for three days), the wind was promised to us up to 5 m from the east, northeast 108 deg.
4 days before the release, I was lucky to get used batteries. 2 pcs GEL! Wow! Provided by Andrew. Max immediately helped deliver everything to the sailboat and literally in an hour we replaced the old battery, which was quickly discharged, with new (for a sailboat) batteries.
SOON THE TALE IS TOLD, YES (a) NOT SOON THE WORK IS DONE.
- as the saying goes, that's why the "hour" stretched to a size exceeding, and Max and I left the sailboat club only closer to 11 at night.
Here is a joke from preparation
Without a rechargeable battery (and I would also like a solar one), it is difficult to plan a multi-day trip, because it provided autonomy. For charging in field conditions in the shortest possible time (just before midnight))), an electric line was thrown and assembled with connectors for charging 5A with current from the engine generator (for some reason, the engine generator was not used before).
On the route 3 nights, visits to sailboat clubs (and there are only 2 of them, equipped, along the way in Energodar and Nikopol). Overnight stays were supposed to be in the bays away from the fairway, therefore, it was necessary to provide a parking light, carry lights when moving, since according to the plan it is desirable to reach the planned target practically without stops by the watch method while standing at the helm.
The next day of preparation passes ... again, in my free time, I look out from the Internet for what I can see along the way ...
Accidentally read the phrase from the news: "On 21 sickles from the Kherson region to Kiev, a barge with kavuns will be sent."
“Zokrema, zavantazhennya by kavuns of the ship ... The barge is sent from the place of Gola Pristan.”
After looking at the application “Vessel Finder”, there are three vessels with AISs in the area of Gola Prystan, two of which are pleasure passenger ones, by the method of elimination I found out the name of the tug: “Anatoly Khankevich”.
Approximately estimating that the barge will reach Zaporozhye in three days, and our path will meet him and we will meet on the water anyway, I already imagined how we contact the captain of the barge in exchange for Kherson treats for a reasonable fee))) and a man’s the feeling of conquering spurred this idea on.
On the eve of the places we plan to visit, I found interesting https://uain.press/culture/na-zaporizkij-mamaj-gori-rozkopaly-pohovannya-amazonky-916973
It turns out that a group of archaeologists is working at the planned place of our landing on Mamai Gora. It’s interesting to watch their work, for example, it’s interesting to see: a Scythian burial of the 4th century BC or how archaeologists unearthed a Sarmatian burial in early August
…the fees are going, gaining momentum
Before leaving the day before, everything was ok with the preparation. Freed the lockers from unnecessary things. the boat felt 80 kg lighter))) just throw in the food and go away!
On the day of departure, I still managed to run to work, where I was pleased with the end of the shortened day shift by 1 hour, which was a necessary gain in time, although I still did not have time for the planned gathering at the pier by 18.00.
Provisions were brought from the car to the sailboat by a construction wheelbarrow. This practice is not new.
There is a thermal box on board. In order to save space, it was proposed to freeze drinking water, which would also perform the function of cold accumulators. From each, a few eggplants so that it is cold at least for the first day.
Having wished the traditional "seven feet under the keel", they departed, taking good luck with them, set off on Thursday, August 23, ahead of the planned schedule by half an hour, as a result, at 19.30 the sailboat left the territory of its native harbor.
The wind was weak, backstay, so we decided not to set the sails, but to go under the engine providing the desired speed of 9 ... 10 km / h
It gets dark at the end of August noticeably earlier. for the current day "windfinder" gave the sunset at 19:40.
In the first hour we passed the Belai Islands, it got dark instantly.
Then they covered a small snack, the alcoholic drink pulled itself up somehow by itself)). The people on the shores also show a need to be in nature: sometimes the offended shores flash with small fires, approaching which you can hear the fragrant smell of shish kebab.
Gone about. Sad-haired, Ant Islands.
Lysogorka passed at 22:00.
According to the plan, Andrey drives until 03:00, Anton shifts at 03:00
After 23.00 we went to the Kakhovka reservoir .
Slowly growing wave and wind let us know that we have left the Dnieper river protected by its banks.
"Red fences" and access to the open spaces of Kakhovka.
Werther dispersed the wave, it was possible to set sails, but due to poor visibility at night, if you set up a genoa, the sail will block part of the visible sector along the bow, and ahead of you there are three stone dumps with navigation signs, which you didn’t want to run into at all, so they went under the engine.
Anton tried to sleep in order to change the watch after Andrey.
Tarasovsky Island passed at 00:00
We go straight to the pipes of the nuclear power plant away from the fairway. At night, they are illuminated, acting as a landmark beacon, which cannot be confused with anything. There are a lot of nets, sometimes, with the help of a flashlight you can notice them and work out with the steering wheel, changing the course so as not to wind them on the propeller.
Wind about 6..7 m/s.
Energodar passed at 2:00
Under the power lines that pass through the reservoir, we see lights, as we approached, it became clear that this was a cargo barge. At first they thought it was the lights on the shore. As time went by, the lights got closer. In the light of the moon, it became clear from the outlines that it was a hundred-meter barge. We parted, as they say: "like ships in the sea." Since that time, Anton has not been able to sleep, as there was a desire to carry out a trip without an accident, perhaps just fear)).
The wind from Energodar is a fordak, I wanted to use it. We put a small staysail and left the engine at medium speed. This provided compensation for pitching on the wave and a slight increase in speed.
Course to Nikopol. we go along the fairway. passed one more barge on the move and another one, in the area of the Kamenka crossing, was at anchor (for a long time I could not understand, she had all the white lights on board, so it was difficult to determine whether she was moving or not) Speed about 12 km / h, staysail taut in a tailwind. Shakes at the exit from each passing wave and blows off the sail.
The difficulty of passing at night was that the coasts and their outlines, in principle, are visible somewhere before Nikopol, and after Nikopol and Kamenka there are no fairway buoys, besides, the moon has already set behind the horizon, there are practically no lights from the villages along the banks, therefore further included on one phone the application "Soviet military maps" and on the second - "AIS Pilot". It’s easier, because on one it’s convenient to see the location and depth plotted on the map, and on the second course, azimuth and electronic compass. Plus looked at the echo sounder.
Around the darkness, the wind whistles in the shrouds. The moment is terrible when you just have to trust the navigation devices, and in fact you go into a dark abyss with a lack of visibility.
Nikopol traverse passed at about 4:00
Kamenka-Dneprovskaya and Nikopol are connected by such an exotic, to this day, mode of transport as a ferry. Whether he walks at night I do not know. I stay alert and look around.
The weather on Saturday is wonderful. The morning was cold. The wind died down.
Hooray! Celebration! Independence Day!
Anton (author of the text) in a blanket :)
With the first twilight we go along the instruments and beautiful views of Cape Mamai-gora begin to open.
Somewhere around 5:20 in the morning we dropped anchor 50 meters from the shore. When approaching the shore, they made a circle in order to choose the optimal anchorage place using the echo sounder. The wind is stony sandstone, steep in places. It was not possible to hide from the waves, so we dropped anchor at a depth of 3.3 meters.
We had breakfast. Taking with him a knife, a walkie-talkie, fins, clothes, a snack. He jumped off and went ashore to conquer the top of Mamai Mountain.
On the shore there is stone sandstone, a spring and an equipped parking place with a fireplace. The coast is steep, friable, impenetrable thickets come across in places.
Visiting places of power that were often occult in antiquity and have remained powerful today is an interesting experience. First, there is an opportunity and interest to travel. Secondly, it is mediated to learn about the faith, if not of personal ancestors, then of ancient people. And thirdly, it gives you the opportunity to try various energy practices. Of course, the attitude towards such places can be different - skeptical or, on the contrary, inspired, but to say whether everything is really so, I think, can only be from my own experience.
Some information from the Internet and the overlay of historical maps
Every year, the sea pinches off pieces of land from the hill. On the northern side of the mountain, fantastic clay towers, pillars, cliffs, and failures formed. People tell many wonderful stories about them.
Many treasure hunters are buried in the local clay caves and grottoes. The fact is that the mountain, like a layer cake, is literally “stuffed” with various burials, starting from the Neolithic era. And the local Scythian burials are known all over the world and are unique in their way. During the next field season, Zaporizhzhya archaeologists discovered the medieval burial ground Mamai-Surka above the Scythian burials (Znaments call Mamasurka a small river flowing at the foot of Mamai-mountain). It turned out to be one of the largest in Europe. Already excavatedbut more than 1000 burials of this burial ground. Almost all of them are notable for the fact that they are buried not to know, but to the common people. It is he who owns the personal items found in the graves: earrings, beads, rings, temporal rings, bracelets, numerous amulets. Further excavations will help answer many questions related to the Middle Ages.
The situation on the shore of Mamai Mountain
In the direction of the mounds, I walked along very steep loose soil in places it was necessary to bypass impassable thorny bushes. Just in case, I kept in touch with the boat by radio.
I learned how to send my location to google maps via message. Very handy in unfamiliar places. I was coordinated (from the side where the sailboat stood, the way up is more visible, where there are fewer steep clay banks along which it is impossible to climb).
It's good that I thought of wearing pants and a long-sleeve vest. 20 minutes later I climbed out onto the upper flat plateau. Trampled grass and the presence of many paths showed that a human foot had stepped here. The tree planting area has ended, a view of the mounds and fields opens, see photo. Immediately a bunny jumped out about 3 meters from me. He took out the phone from the bag, clicked frames, reported to the sailboat by radio that he had arrived at the highest point. Another bunny jumped out.
There are 4 burial mounds and traces of an archaeological group at the top (ZNU students, as it turned out later). I see an equipped place in the landing. A man is sitting. Greeted. He said that he lives there. He feeds on the holy spirit and is in no hurry to go home. I treated him to cookies, gave him a vest, because the conditions are already quite fieldy for him.
I asked him the way to the shore, he showed a short path down to the water, trampled down, with carved steps, see photo. Went out a little away from the landing site. I went along the coastline through large boulders to the place where I left the flippers and the circle, collected beautiful sand stones, tied it to the circle and swam to the sailboat. Hermetic bags are a good thing: electronics and things are dry! It's good that I got a 20 liter this year. Useful. I don't regret it.
Scored local trophies: shell rock and stones.
The team managed to get some sleep and hung out on the waves all this time. The anchor does not creep, it holds. All OK. Inspired))
Next stage 10:00-17:00 transition along the route: Mamai mountain Falz-Fein castle
Having a snack, we went on to conquer the expanses of the Kakhovka Sea.
I had not yet gone so far on a sailboat, so I was interested in seeing the surroundings further, already in the Kherson region. I feel like Thaddeus Bellingshausen discovering new latitudes. The anchor is clean, the engine is at full speed to move against the wind and waves. Heading west along the left bank to Cape Babino.
The wave and the wind are fair. Chatting. There is a staysail and the engine runs on medium ones in order to go at the speed of the wave, and not fall through on each and taxi. They decided not to put the mainsail on the wave, so as not to throw the boom.
The area of the canvas with such a wind could be increased. The spinnaker seemed big if set in such a wind, and besides, the wave increases the chance to fly into the broching… It’s dumb to set so as not to break anything. Then a gennaker or big boy came up to the occasion (the sail is called that). I have it small from a quarter-ton sailboat. On the Dnieper it is difficult to walk with him because the banks are narrow - it is inconvenient to change the tacks with this sail, guiding the control sheet in front of the stay. And here the wind helps! We'll set it up for the next half day. And they didn't fail! both engines turned offmustache on a butterfly and ok! we go almost at the speed of a wave
Further planned places were not visited.
The program included:
- landing on Cape Ushkalka with a visit to the highest point of the Kherson region.
- there is a horror story in the Kamensko-Dneprovsky region: they say, if a dam suddenly breaks, to which the regional center and the two villages closest to it - Vodiane and Velikaya Znamenka adjoin, the Kakhovka Sea will flood the entire Kamensky Pod in a short time. Moreover, in the village of Vodiane, the water level will rise ... by seven meters
- during the war, in order to better supply their units in the Melitopol region, the Nazi invaders built a bridge across the Dnieper, from Nikopol to Kamenka-Dneprovskaya. After the war, in connection with the filling of the Kakhovka reservoir (ended in 1952), the bridge was demolished. The supports on the fairway were blown up, but this one, in shallow water, remained. Unfortunately, the authorities always lacked something to build a new bridge in this place.
11:37 rounded Cape Babino. 20 km left to the castle
We reached Babino and turned south… the wave decreased. A dream overcame me - I failed, entrusting the steering wheel to Andrey. Until 14:30 Andrey is on the steering wheel.
We woke up: we are going to Gavrilosky Bay! Get up!
I unsubscribed to the group in viber that we see the destination! See the castle! So, after 20 hours from the moment we left, we covered about 133 km.
We thought to stand on the open water with a view of the castle, but there is an overnight stay ahead - it’s better to go into the bay and hide from the wind and waves so that the dream is strong and without incident. While we were looking for a place to moor, we ran aground, wound grass on the propeller. In general, from some time circling along the coast, we measured the depth with an echo sounder and it turned out that in one of the places on the coast you can approach the coast with our 1.5 meter draft. That's lucky!
The shore is good sandy, but the bottom is very viscous with black silt, where the leg is sucked.
Max and I passed out from lack of sleep last night and chattering, and Andrey supervised the management of the head)) by phone doing remote inventory at work.
We woke up and ran to the castle to look at the estate of Baron Falz-Fein.
For many, the reserve and the luxurious palace and park ensemble of the Falz-Fein family, which was located on the right bank of the Kherson region, in the Novovorontsovsky district, will be a discovery. This is the Gavrilovskoye estate.
The estate got its name in 1780, when Catherine II presented these lands as a gift to the great Russian poet Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin. The owner, apparently, never came here, and in the second quarter of the 19th century Friedrich Ivanovich Fein (1794–1864) acquired Gavrilovka. And in 1895 it was inherited by Friedrich's grandson, Alexander Eduardovich Falz-Fein (1864–1919).
Alexander was a gifted and diversified man. He graduated from the Agricultural Academy in Berlin and achieved notable results in agriculture. For the first time in the South, he introduced "black fallow" and introduced grass planting, began using steam plows and conducted experiments to combat drought, planted huge vineyards and seriously engaged in beekeeping. The skillful organization of the economy allowed him to plow more than 8 and a half thousand hectares of land, which in Russia not a single farm could manage. He liked to repeat: "The more you invest in land, the more it gives income."
Alexander Eduardovich also had a personal hobby - ichthyology and ichthyofauna. On 100 hectares, he arranged three huge ponds with exemplary fish farming. To supply them with running water, a 400-meter dam with a complex system of channels was built. Rare and outlandish species of fish were bred in the ponds. Even in his house, he arranged a huge aquarium, and on the second floor, which surprised the guests. The house was like a palace, surrounded by a fabulous garden and fountains. As a matter of fact, it was an arboretum of 300 hectares, laid out on a difficult terrain Deprov slope. In the thickets of the park there were many birds and animals. Peacocks walked along the ponds, and llamas could be found in the alleys. The son of Alexander Eduardovich, the well-known and now living Baron Eduard Alexandrovich Falz-Fein, likes to repeat, recalling his native Gavrilovka: "I was born in the Garden of Eden."
The palace was built by Alexander Eduardovich at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries in Neo-Renaissance architectural forms. This is a two-story building with a compact rectangular plan and a symmetrical solution to all facades. This severity was violated by a high tower with a figured dome and a spire, rising from the north side. The main entrance in the form of a huge two-height arched portal was arranged from the west. A large glazed arch was complemented by wide terraces on both sides of it. The palace was skillfully integrated into the landscape. After the completion of the construction of the Gavrilovka was renamed Falz-Feinovo. It is significant that with the outbreak of World War I, when a wave of renaming of German names of settlements swept over, Alexander Eduardovich, being a German by nationality, himself decided to change the name of Falz-Feinovo to Derzhavino, thus expressing a protest against German policy.
In 1916, Gavrilovka had a population of one and a half thousand inhabitants. For them, Alexander Eduardovich built a school and a hospital at his own expense, and in addition, a post office and a telegraph office, arranged a steamship pier. Now Gavrilovka appears in a different form. And although the village offers a beautiful view of the high, dilapidated palace located beyond the bay, immersed in greenery, the ruins familiar to us are still not the best condition for monuments of such significance. The history of their destruction is always surprising. In Gavrilovka, for example, during the Civil War, from March 1919 to the end of 1920 years, the entertainment for the soldiers was shooting at roe deer, deer and pheasants. The last exotic fish disappeared from the ponds in peacetime, when a stone dam was destroyed by a powerful charge. Most of the arboretum was flooded by the waters of the Kakhovka reservoir. The park, which requires minimal maintenance, is abandoned and being cut down.
Now, turning from the Novovorontsovskaya highway to Novoaleksandrovka, you will find the ruins of the palace among the remains of an abandoned arboretum. They can be mistaken for the ruins of the Middle Ages, which have seen centuries of historical events. But these centuries are not. These ruins are the work of our fathers and us, their diligent students.
Business for the evening. It began to get dark, and we began to cook a full delicious dinner. Andrey, with his sweat, ensured that the potatoes were fried to the desired preparation. With two cans of stew, it was easy to overeat. Max and I assisted. Enough food was taken.
The potatoes were sold with a bang, especially since we washed them down with a strong drink) Washing dishes, cleaning, went to the castle again.
We slept quietly and well ... but for some reason there was an idea that someone would pull off the bow anchor at night, which kept the sailboat dug just in the sand on the beach.
We slept soundly with snoring ... hearing the local disco in the distance. There were thoughts to go to her, but the forces suggested that they were not there)))
The morning started not too early, around 7 am. There was a delicious breakfast, swimming.
Let's hit the road! home! At first we went north under the engine, pressing against the right bank, the wind was "too tough", after a while we realized that, having gained "height", it would be possible to go with a sharp bedwind.
They put the staysail and mainsail. The general course is to go to Cape Babino. Let's go sharp sidewind. A couple of hours and kept a course of 26 degrees. Usually the azimuth, the direction to a given point, when moving under the motor, coincides with the course that the sailboat is sailing. Which, quite often, cannot be said when a sailboat is sailing, when a headwind makes its own adjustments.
After 11:00 the wind became even somewhere around 7-8 m/s northeast
The ZhBL column helped brighten up the path with songs. We listened to Vizbor. Closer to 12:00 noon, the wind began to subside, the staysail was changed to genoa. After Cape Babino turn to the east. Wave, chatter, tacks.
I checked on the instruments: it turned out that in an hour we covered 2.2 km along the general course - not enough ...
… then they added colors with confectionery cognac in a cocktail with juice, which went perfectly.
Behind Cape Ushkalka the wind has departed, and we are going out on the left tack to Mamai Gora. And we need to go to Sirk's grave in Kapulovka.
The instruments helped. We calculated how best to get there. in Kakhovka you can go on one tack for half a day. We forgave the approximate place of the tack on the traverse of Mamai Gora to Kapulovka.
15:00 traverse Mamai mountains
The path is not close. To dilute the monotony of the day, they had fun, took pictures, sang songs, swam on the go, washed the deck with foam ... naval fun is peculiar)))) so a couple of tens of kilometers ran up the path. After gaining "height" against the wind, they galsaned to Kapulovka and the cape with the mound of Ivan Sirk.
We are approaching the Right Bank - the cape of the village of Kapulovka ( see the previous report ). Last time we went into the bay and visited the mound with the place of reburial. This time we decided to find a place where the tomb of the Cossack ataman was originally.
The wave subsided, so we are heading straight for the cape, where we will anchor in open water. Since Kakhovka washes away the shores, the cape turned out to be with shallow shores and the edge of the rise of the bottom shelf from 4 meters to 1.5 was clearly visible. With a small speed, walking along the envelope, we dropped anchor about 250 meters from the shore. The place is interesting.
17:00 anchored at Cape Kapulovka
We decided that Max and I would go ashore. I took my "gentleman's set": a knife, a walkie-talkie, change of clothes, Crocs, flippers and moved towards the coast. Having swum 30..40 meters, it suddenly became shallow, up to the chest, and then we went a little higher than the waist in the water along the sandy ground. Max did not take any clothes or shoes, so his hands were occupied only with fins.
They left. The coast is 25 meters high with a sharp cliff and a sandy beach. To the "old" grave of Sirk - our destination is about 300 meters on instruments. On the shore they hid a circle, flippers, climbed up.
Immediately, Max's discomfort without shoes began to be felt to a great extent, because the presence of thorns on the upper plateau, which dug into the foot, did not allow him to take a single step.
Hellish pain, nowhere to step, nowhere to sit down (only again in thorns))) but there are two ways out of this situation: go back to the sailboat for shoes, spending another 20..25 minutes because it’s unrealistic to step in the grass without shoes or the second option is for me to go alone. Reported on the radio to the boat about the situation.
While the thorns were being removed, eureka flew into the brain! Having shown ingenuity, a way out of the current situation was found:
From the found eggplants, with the help of a knife, “grass walkers” and “thorny grapplers” were hastily cut out. The size of the 2 liter eggplant fits perfectly.
Hooray we can move on!
We went out to the country road. gardens, raspberries, domestic animals graze ... we approach the first houses. Max had a dialogue with the locals in order to find out where the monument was located.
The people in Kapulovka are simple. A man (whose name we forgot to ask) led us to the place. He also told stories that Kakhovka washes away, takes away the coast, and where the cliff is now, there used to be two more streets with houses, and for the last 50 years Kakhovka has been tearing off the coastline a little bit, and it is very difficult to fight it on your own.
17:40 went to Sirk's grave
On the radio they told the sailboat that “the height was taken” and ran back to overcome another 20 km and enter the Nikopol sailboat club before dark
19:10 snack melon.
19:23 turned on the engine
Instruments show in an hour we will be at the sailboat club. All OK. According to the plan, it's light and we're going in.
Light snack, the wind died down, we go under the engine
Dinner is parried in a cafe on the waterfront.
Dust. Having reduced the speed, we carefully enter the sailboat club, filled with stone rubble at the entrance.
There are more than a dozen sailboats in the bay, the rest went to the regatta in Zaporozhye. They stood at the guest place bow to the shore from the stern of the anchor.
Locals helped to moor.
The guard asked to write in the journal and move the boat to another place, but when he heard that we were leaving in the morning, he did not object.
The sailboat club is equipped. sockets are available. The sailboats are mostly self-built or second-hand Polish.
05:33 get up.
06:10-10:00 transfer from Nikopol to Energodar
Breakfast was already on the way. I forgot to take a picture of local sailboats, equipment, practical things that should be done at home after looking at the idea.
Against the wind, the waves go under the engine: Mouzon, coffee ...
The sailboat GLADIATOR passed on a counter course slowly under the mast, dangling on the wave. She is from the city of Energodar. Captain Volodya reminded us not to press against the left bank due to the presence of shoals.
We phoned our Vladimir, who should join us at the Borisfen pier and walk with us to Zaporozhye. He is already in Energodar. I came there by minibus, back on a sailboat on the water.
On the way he packed the scattered things, tried to fix the electric furnace.
9:42 we pass the power line pylons
10:00 Energodar Yacht Club. There is almost no one from the sailboats - everyone is not racing
10:20-15:00 we go along Kakhovka, the tacks are perpendicular to our course. Until 12:00 we walked less than 10 km along the general road.
Then they turned on the engine, and it rumbled all the way to Zaporozhye. There were bathing breaks.
Thanks : - many thanks to the moon for the light in Kakhovka at night all these days - to the sailboat, for the absence of breakdowns - to the crew each individually - to the xiaomi phone for working without glitches - to all sources of electricity - programs for working with navigation, an Internet digital compass and mechanical - a jbl column for 10 hours of work without recharging - a fishfinder echo sounder - to rural children from the mother mound and from kapulovka for the indicated road, excursions, stories and fables - to Bruce and Danfor for the invention of anchors - to everyone who supported us from the shore, uncle Zheno, mother, wife
In preparation, I used the material: http://www.kadet.ru/Nikolaev/plavanie/Plavanie0.htm