The Ancient Trail through Time on the Mountainside (1) - A Journey to the Mengkete Ancient Trail in Xinjiang
The second ancient road on the mountainside through time and space: crossing the 3500-altitude Menktindasaka
Horse Road Three on the mountainside that travels through time and space: the Heavenly Lake in the secret realm, a canyon that makes you reluctant to leave
Journey to Xinjiang: Stay in an exotic homestay in Yining and experience life like a local
Xinjiang Journey 2: The exotic streets of Yining make me linger - visit Kazan's scenic spots
Xinjiang tour three: grilled buns, thin skin buns, ice cream, Xinjiang food let me eat in Yining
Recording life: 4 days, hiking the Monkede Ancient Trail, returning to the human world, living in Yining for two days, more than 20,000 words divided into 7 pages of records.
The trekking has entered its third day, and today we will go from the Tianhu camp to the Kuyanglin camp. The journey will last 8 hours and 16 kilometers. The essence of today's road is a large area of bitter poplar forest in the canyon, can we be lucky to appreciate the most beautiful poplar autumn color in Xinjiang?
Exhausted and full of joy, every day of the hike is full of novelty and hope, and at the same time full of challenges. I've known that this trail hike is an easier journey than wearing, with the elevation slowly dropping along the way.
In order to be able to recover physical strength quickly, sleep is undoubtedly the best way. In order to ensure a high-quality sleep, I prepare half a stable pill for myself every night, so it is already dawn at a glance. Writing this, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, thinking about this desolate wilderness, although there are many teammates around, but in case there are beasts、、、、、
When I woke up in the morning, I was frightened by a large pile of bright red nosebleeds on napkins. At high altitudes, the nasal mucosa was injured due to dry air, so it was not too much attention. Next time be sure to bring a erythromycin ointment, if you apply a little bit every night, you can completely avoid such a thing.
When it was time to leave, the packs remained in the camp and waited for the horse gang to transport them to the next camp. We carried our hiking bags and continued with our trekking poles.
We climbed the hill to the east and continued on the horse path along the mountainside line. In this hidden and forgotten lake, the only thing most likely to encounter is the Horse Gang. "Get it", a clear sound of horses' hooves came, and a group of horses galloping at the bend of the hillside suddenly appeared. I gave way to the narrow track and watched from a distance. Behind each herdsman ran three horses, without luggage, not knowing why they had come or where they were going.
Down the slope, the Ulan Sadek Lake in Youlan flows slowly, and the water surface ripples, messing up the reflection of the poplar stumps in the lake. Turning the hillside, the lake shrinks, as if a person's stomach suddenly closed and food entered the duodenum. The waters of Lake Ulan Sadek flow into the river, and the calm water of the lake suddenly becomes the rushing Ulan Sadek River. Like a beautiful young woman, tearing off her mask and becoming a vicious terror, the river will stretch for 20 kilometers, traveling in the Ulan Sadek Valley, and finally merging into the Kuitun River, not far from our end. For the next two days, we will follow the rushing stream and walk together to enjoy the scenery in the river valley. According to the leader of the unruly team, "this Kuitun River has given birth to nearly 300,000 people in the northern Xinjiang of the Tianshan Mountains." ”
The Ulan Sadek Valley is different from the first two river valleys, the valley floor is very flat and open, hundreds of meters wide, and the bitter poplar on the other side is far away from me, densely growing on the edge of the river valley, green and yellow. Rolling down the hillside, large and small gravel covered the valley floor, and the stream closed at all times. Imagine how mighty the water would be if it were the abundant season in May and June. Therefore, I personally feel that it is best to avoid the rainy season when coming to the Monk de Trail, and autumn should be the best scenery and relatively safe moment.
Perhaps yesterday's journey was too short, or perhaps the team was too slow to go, and today's strong donkeys began to exert their strength, surpassing the leader and advancing by leaps and bounds. My six-legged trip record report: Our travel speed is rapidly advancing at 4 kilometers per hour, no wonder I worked so hard, I couldn't take a good look at the scenery and take pictures, just blindly looked down and rushed to the road.
The purpose of our entry into the mountains is not to simply rush the road, but to feel the beautiful scenery of nature here.
Therefore, at the noon group meal on the side of the road, I hope that the leader will slow down, and the leader hopes so. However, at the end of this trip, a strong donkey who still has to walk the Wusun Ancient Road said: "I don't like to walk slowly, and it is fun to walk fast!" So, before us, she had been resting for a while, and then put on her backpack and set off first, "It's too cold to sit here, I'll go first." "The rest of the trip has been faster than the tour leader. Later, when chatting at the camp, they heard that they had a fork in the road and could not find the right route at the bottom of the valley, but fortunately the search eventually returned to the right path.
The beauty of poplar is short-lived, and the time for life to bloom is only 10 days. After walking for about 13 kilometers, we descended to the flat road at the bottom of the valley. Although there are stones on the road, there is a lot of dirt, and the bitter poplar forest is like a beautiful promenade that appears in front of our eyes. I don't know if this road is related to the once abandoned National Highway 217.
The dead poplars have different postures, leaving them on the riverbed and on the side of the road. It is not like the strange forest of Ejin Naqi, there are dead poplar forests, but scattered sporadically. The poplars of the Ejin Banner are famous all over the world, attracting the attention and footsteps of countless people in the world. The poplar here is like a chivalrous warrior living in the mountains.
After walking through the long horse road along the mountainside, you finally come to a high place with unobstructed views of the river valley. The wind blowing from the valley is blowing in the ears, and the horse gangs that are slowly coming from the bottom of the valley are moving like small black dots. Opposite the valley floor, the yellow bitter poplar forest outlines a beautiful curve between the black rocks. The scenery of the scene can not be described in words, can only be immersed in the scene to feel, I can only say: it is worth my trekking through the mountains and rivers to see you.
Lie down and listen to the sound of the maple forest, and sit and watch the clouds rise. We are reluctant to leave, see the time is still early, we unloaded the backpack, look at the clouds between the valleys, the beautiful editor obviously lacks exercise, three days of blisters on the soles of the feet, this way, it is enough to choke.
We were the last of the team to reach camp in Kuyanglin, and the team members all set up tents and hid inside to rest. The bear leader, who had arrived at the camp one step earlier, was building the canopy with their own leader. A little further down the road is our camp.
Seeing that I was full of energy, I returned to the camp and asked me curiously, "Are you going to take pictures?" ”
The canopy has not yet been built, and the leader who smokes e-cigarettes and the camouflage leader sitting side by side on the ground are sitting on the ground not far away.
I unloaded my backpack and threw it on the bare roots, "We can't walk anymore, so we're walking slowly all the way." ”
Da Yin looked at me a few times, then turned his head and walked to the tent, laying out the answer that he did not believe me.
At 1,986 meters above sea level, the camp is at the bend of the river and an open field at the foot of the mountain, with sparse grass and weathered sand and mud.
The wind in the valley was very strong, and the moment I pulled open the tent and lifted the curtain, there was a scene that stunned me. The sand and fallen leaves blown into the tent with the wind, isn't it the scene of flying sand and stones in the Journey to the West? The fish sitting in the tent were just blown straight. I hurriedly closed the tent, and the surface of the egg nest, clothes, and wrapping inside had long been covered with a layer of gray sand. Sand is also blown in through the tiny mesh on either side of the inner tent. The top of my head was in the position of the ventilated mesh, and a terrifying picture appeared in my mind: when I woke up in the morning, my head was buried in the sand.
The corridor-like canopy is simply a ventilated aisle, sand sneaks in with the wind, and we must always guard the dishes on the table and the bowls we eat by ourselves at dinner.
A forest of bitter poplars full of fallen leaves
Wake up in the morning to the loud sound of running water "whoops, whoops, whoops". The alarm at 6:30 rang on time, and it was pitch black outside the tent. I got up and sat in the tent to remember the little feelings of yesterday, something that was not recorded in time, like a spark shining with a magnesium stick. The altitude is lower than yesterday, so the nasal mucosa in the morning is drier than yesterday, although there is no more bleeding, but the blood is still there.
I am glad that God has blessed me, and the days of hiking have always been blue skies and white clouds. I stepped out of the tent to wash up, but was suddenly attracted by the bloody morning glow at the mouth of the canyon. The mountains on both sides of the canyon converge in the distance, but they leave a gap at the border of the universe, and the bloody morning glow renders this narrow sky and reflects the stream of the canyon. So, I didn't want to wash up with the toiletries, so I looked at asaka's first priority, pulled my feet and trotted forward. Want to go around the bitter poplar forest by the stream and find a good location not far ahead to take a picture. However, the sunrise time is too short, and the woods by the stream are too long and too long. When I ran down the river valley, but I couldn't cross the small stream at the right time, I had to stop and watch Asaka go home impatiently, leaving only regrets for me.
"The morning glow does not go out, the sunset travels thousands of miles." The ancients were really full of wisdom.
The sun that showed its face disappeared silently at some point, and the weather began to become gloomy. At 10:00 I pulled out of the camp and after a few steps I started to rain lightly. I don't feel convenient to walk on a poncho, and I can't help but worry about today's trip, it is said that the first day of the journey is all gravel roads! If the wind and rain are heavy, there may be falling rocks rolling down the mountain at any time.
Today's mountainside line is halfway up the mountainside, and there is a fantastic distance to see the stream at the bottom of the valley. Many of the sections are really steep, especially on the slopes overhead, where large rocks hang so abruptly overhead. Fortunately, there was no danger, and the whole team reached the end of the 631-kilometer Kuitun Duku Highway safely and smoothly, which was also the starting point of the original plan, about 50 meters away from the Kuitun River.
Standing on the iron bridge, wearing a raincoat and carrying a hiking pole, at his feet is the Ulan Sade River, which rushes to the Kuitun River, opposite the beginning of the Duku Highway.
Looking back at the road traveled, history and reality are intertwined in the wind and rain, at this time the Menke Tinta board is already snowy, if we are wearing it, today just happened to encounter this heavy snow, everything is the best arrangement! On the horse road that travels through time on the mountainside, the journey to find the secret will remain in the memory forever.
Teammates took pictures