After a week we were really approaching the mountains and the towing became too slow and difficult. We had to say 'thanks' to the raft and to start a hiking part of the trip. For the next 25 miles we had to carry all the stuff in the backpacks. Up along the mountain brook, than across the pass to the valley of another river. This was the most beautiful and enchanting part of the trip.
Mountains always are.
Taiga was sharing its beauty and treasures with us. Golden root' likes these flat sandy places we prefer for the camps. Occasionally there were log cabins on our trail. Made by the local hunters, they have no locks and are always open to anyone who passes by. There such a place would be vandalized or occupied by the homeless.