MCS AlexClimb

20/08/2026

Роскошь - это когда есть целые сутки на то, чтобы выспаться и переложить снарягу на следующий маршрут

05/08/2026

Серебро Господа Моего #камчатка

03/08/2026

Камчатка - второй такой на свете нет...
Начало пути: вулканы подозрительно спокойны

15/07/2026

We almost got ourselves into a dangerous situation relying too much on the Mountainforecast.com

For years it used to be a useful service but now has become too unreliable to depend on.

We planned our ascent of Mount Kazbek using this forecast although
I noticed several warning signs - one day before some cirrus clouds appeared in the sky.

Ignoring the observations and relying on the forecast we finally got into dangerously severe weather conditions.

The forecast didn't just get the details wrong, but completely missed massive 24 hour cyclone with heavy snow, rain, storm-force winds and near-zero visibility.

A mountain forecast doesn't have to be perfect. But if it completely misses a major cyclone, it stops being a planning tool and becomes a safety hazard.

We got down safely but from this story I draw useful conclusion.

The forecast is only one source of information. The final decision should always be based on visible weather signs, barometric pressure trends, and personal mountain experience.

22/06/2026

Uno de los efectos de las montañas menos evidentes, pero sumamente valiosos, es la lentitud.
En las montañas, el ajetreo humano que transforma la vida en un flujo indistinto de imágenes borrosas está prácticamente ausente.

Las montañas ofrecen un espacio para la tranquilidad, la contemplación y la fijación en lo que parece eternamente inmutable. Las montañas aceptan con reticencia los cambios; el tiempo humano no tiene poder sobre ellas.

29/05/2026

You don't need much for a complete recharge

21/05/2026

The feeling of beauty is not an adornment of life, but a proof of its authenticity

20/04/2026

A strange morning on the edge of the void.
My small, warm fire glows like a star on the foggy riverbank, against the backdrop of a gray sheet thrown by the night above the surrounding reality.

I am full of the borderline feeling of complete solitude, utter loneliness. Only the birdsong in the bare trees, lightly covered in the first green, seeming to sing in a thousand different voices.
From somewhere in the fog, I hear tapping, whistling, and a host of other unique sounds, which are exclusive only for the early spring—the best time of year in every sense.

My tiny island of warmth amidst a forest saturated with misty dampness. A tiny island of meaning in an ocean of madness.

I sit by the dying fire, half-dissolved in the cosmic calm of the early, fog-shrouded morning. I write a message to myself on the broken Telegram which is blocked and does not work.
The fog settles on the coastal forest, and it seems as if the blue sky is already beginning to appear above, through the light grey veil. I am deep in the feeling of immersion in a moment that happens only once in a lifetime, lingering in the elusive memory of a sense of collected meaning.

Now I'll get up, hiss a pot of water into the fire, and get on with my plans for the day. But this moment of morning immersion in the real world will stay with me. I've regained my balance.

06/03/2026

Мир вокруг нас дефрагментируется, разваливается на части. Теряется перспектива будущего, вместе с ней исчезает смысл.

Меня спрашивают – как в таких условиях ты можешь думать о каком-то лазании по горам?! Есть проблемы посерьёзней!

А вот и нет. «Лазание по горам» - это, как раз, очень важный фрагмент нормального, здорового мира. И раз уж мне выпало связать мою жизнь именно с этим фрагментом – его я и буду пытаться спасти в первую очередь.

Я думаю, что, фокусируясь на сохранении фрагментов, у нас есть хоть какой-то шанс, (когда всё закончится), собрать по частям наш уютный мир, оказавшийся таким хрупким. А сейчас главное - не потерять смысл и ориентиры, не стать инструментом разрушения.

16/02/2026