Sailing to the North Forts ... (part one) ..

I thought up a race “FLINT RACE“ rules: each boat carries a flag with its emblem and must set, and photograph (its flag) in certain places . (the points will be marked on the map - which will be given to the captains 10 minutes before the shore start) ... you can pass in any sequence - but with the finish in the final point (the finish occurs after taking all photos - in the points marked on the map) ... all photos it is desirable (but not necessary) to accompany a screenshot (where you will see the time of setting the flag) and send to the chat - regatta ... the flag with the name of the boat is made from a sheet of A4 and taped in a file with transparent tape (so that it does not get wet) the flagpole from anything (even from a branch) the main thing that it was possible to stick it in the ground and photograph the flag (against the background of the location described in the legend) ... after passing the distance and visiting all points - the winner is the one who had time to visit all locations and come to the finish line (including putting up the flag at the finish line) ...... locations will be marked in detail on the map in the most conspicuous places and described in the legend. it will not take long to find a point on GPS .... the first one who collected all collection of photos and stuck the flag at the finish line - will be the winner of ’FLINT RACE’ .... that is Captain Flint! - of this year. race from morning until late evening, in the area of mobile network coverage (with constant tracking of the participants’ location) in the evening - picnic, songs under the guitar and overnight stay in the finish camp (on an uninhabited island). Next day - picnic and leisurely return to the starting point . /// returned from a camping trip - full of adventures. in it as if usually happened, and interesting finds, and unexpected acquaintances, and a little mysticism .... at night, we searched for a place for parking for a long time (sailing along the shore of the bay - along narrow channels, among reed thickets) and, in the darkness, found a small (but convenient) beach ..... We were about to make a fire, but suddenly. Nearby found - a terrible (grinning with all claws and fangs) mummy of a beaver ... we decided to look for a friendlier place nearby - joking “what if the beaver, not resting in peace, will come to us at night“ ... we put the yachts two hundred meters away from that beach (with two anchors on the shoal - nose to shore), in a small cove (slightly covered from the sea by a dune and reeds) ... made a fire . had dinner ... and went to bed ... I stayed the night in the boat, and the guys went to the car (parked not far away - in the woods) ... I dozed off in the cabin, but I had a disturbing dream ..... I was awakened by a rocking .... and then - through the porthole began to penetrate the light (from the flashes of the impending thunderstorm) and appeared a small dark silhouette (slowly approaching the boat - from the beach with a mummy) ... having found the hilt of the saber and the button of the flashlight , I prepared to jump out of the cabin (to calm down the restless beaver forever) ... opened the hatch .... and illuminated with the flashlight - an ominous silhouette ..... to be continued … Comments, likes, subscriptions and welcome! donations for inspiration , coffee and creative of new projects 5536 9140 6777 9540 (Tinkoff)