Let me invite you to a very monotonous in its colors and locations walk. However, I hope that the essence of the place we will walk to will brighten up his boredom a little.
You can only be there at one time of the year, but you cannot be in this place twice in your whole life, and even if you come there with a difference in a day, you will find yourself in different places.
There are hot springs scattered at the foot of our mountains, which are able to cope with any frost and even on the coldest January nights, they do not stop running and continue to spread along the slopes of the mountains, under a multi-meter thick snow.
As a result, walking around the neighborhood in winter, you can see such incredible ice termite mounds forming right above the hot springs.
But today they are not our goal, but what their existence leads to on the threshold of the seasons, between winter and spring. As we learned, under a blanket of snow, water does not stop flowing. But still, at some point, the cold winds, and with sufficient distance from the source, it overtakes its victim, grabbing it with its icy paws and praising its running.
And so, day after day, week after week, month after month, in the winter cold, the ice grows under the snow like a layer cake. It gets thicker and thicker, reaching several meters in height. But we don't see it until spring comes.
With the appearance of the sun, a hidden but inexorable process of freeing nature from the ice captivity begins. And when there is a critical accumulation of temperature, huge layers of ice woven from winter streams begin to crack at the seams. And today we will look into one of these cracks.
They can reach several tens of meters in length. But you can hardly squeeze through them. In some places, the distance between the walls is only 30-40 cm. But the ice helps you to slip further. I didn't dare to come here alone, only with a safety net. My friend was walking on top and lowered the camera to me on a rope, I took a couple of pictures and walked on.
The water reaches up to the knees, this is not surprising, the hot springs continue their way here, and all the snow standing at the top also falls into these crevices. But it's very cold here, geysers just don't let the water freeze, but it seemed to me that its temperature was literally on the verge of an inert state for the reverse transition to ice.
The walls change literally before our eyes, are quickly washed away by running streams, or whole pieces fall off from them. This generates a constant noise, as if you are inside something alive.
Maybe the Scandinavian myths are prescient and the whole world is created from the body of the giant Ymir. Mountains around -sticking bones. And these crevices are his veins, the water running through them is his blood. Still not dead, sleeping, and constantly changing.
Tomorrow this crevice will look completely different, its entire geometry will change. Maybe it will be gone, and these walls will just crumble inside. And somewhere in a kilometer there will be another, absolutely unique vein on the giant's body...
