Butte. Father Cilagir.Part 3.
Hello!
I never thought that stretch is a trip to Butte as much as three parts.So there is something else to watch.Go ahead take a look, and then go around to the other side.
It's time to go back down and did not pass...
On the left side.
In all its glory, the front side.
Left not pass.Top with the altitude, flew a young eagle.The flow of air picked it up and it hovered in one place.Incredibly, I thought, forgetting to take a picture.It happens often to me.Let it be a mystery.The birds are afraid when they bring the optics, especially crows.
it's time to go ahead and green lit up the light.Before meeting father Cilagir.
But over the break on the river. Shone the mirror surface of the river. The sky was pagelabel, but the winds remained strong and gusty. The air is noticeably warmer. From the heated earth it is a never-ending stream rises to the sky.
The earth breathes, absorbing moisture, heat and light.
The hills are covered with verdure, young leaves and pine needles, floodplains — juicy, bright green grass.
From the blooming flowers of rhododendron hillsides become purple-pink.
Attract beautiful violet snowdrops (backache or sleep-grass).
Well, now everything.Thank you and see you.
