Yesterday was a walking day in our Russia…

Almost six hours we walked…

Started off misty/foggy at -12 degrees and that created a beautiful world of hoar frost. Sveta was amazed at the frost and that made me wonder at how often does Russia get frost like this! Much the less, how is it “misty” and or “foggy” at -12 degrees?

Like leaves of ice…

I found it occasionally in the Tiny Russian Village, yet yesterday, we had kilometers of hoar frost and as the sun came up, it vaporized and vanished…

Just at eye level and below…

-12 and we found the lake buzzing with Russians…

Ice fishing, skating, skiing and walking like we did. We also stopped and had lunch. I had made two thermoses, one with coffee and one with tea and two wraps for me and two buterbrod for Svetochka. We also had a treat to eat…

The ice was two feet thick at least and guys were drilling holes everywhere and fishing. It was great and as we finally started home, the Russians really woke up and I would say that the lake became full of monkeys by the time we got home…

So this morning I have sore feet, for we walked 17 kilometers total and for some reason, I am not as young as I use to be! 😉

WtR

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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.