Villages of the Tver region on the Medveditsa River. Tver region, Medveditsa river: recreation and fishing
Medveditsa is one of the largest rivers in the Tver region. It covers four of its districts at once, and is a left-bank tributary of the Volga. The reservoir flows into the Uglich water reservoir. The total length is 260 square kilometers, and the basin area is approximately 5580 km2. At a distance of 41 kilometers from the riverbed, the river becomes navigable. It is noteworthy that it is even mentioned in rare ancient manuscripts. And its name is often associated not only with a well-known representative of the fauna, but also with the meaning of the word “bear” according to Dahl - a pantry for honey. The river has always been widely used as a place for eco-tourism, namely for river rafting. And the beautiful coastal landscapes facilitate the organization of all types of country holidays.
Story
It is known that in the period from 1951 to 1954 a hydroelectric power station was built on Medveditsa, which was named after its location - Lesogorskaya. It has long been an indispensable source of energy for the region. But these days it is no longer functioning, and there is a cafe on the territory of the former hydroelectric power station.
Peculiarities
Ursa belongs to the Caspian Sea system. Starting from settlement Gorma, it is adjacent to the Uglich reservoir near Sknyatino. With an area of about 6 thousand square kilometers, the water flow, which is usually measured near the village of Bolshie Setki, is about 26 cubic meters per year. The reservoir is covered with ice, mainly in late November - early December, and its opening usually occurs in the first half of April. The flood cannot be called long - it lasts no more than fifteen days.
The upper reaches are almost entirely overgrown with forest and swampy. The bear is distinguished by a turbulent, winding riverbed, whose width varies between 10-15 meters, and the depth in some places reaches two meters. In coastal zones there are many oxbow lakes, channels filled with shoals, and deep riffles are not uncommon. The main village points located along the river are Medvedikha and Trinity.
Legends
There are several legends associated with the name of the reservoir, but the fact that this name is ancient is not in doubt. According to one version, bears lived on the river in ancient times, while another connects this word with a concept from Dahl’s dictionary, which explains it as “a place for storing honey.” It is difficult to say definitely which version is more reliable. But it is a fact that the local fauna has always been replete with species diversity. The only thing is that it is believed that the bear’s habitat cannot be directly on the banks. There are not enough forest resources here for this. But when deepening several kilometers from the coastal zone, there are all conditions for the residence of a large forest animal - the brown bear. The flora here is very diverse. She counts large number shrubs and herbs, some of which are included in the Red Book.
How to get there
The most in a convenient way to get to the river is to visit the village of Medvedikha, which is located only 46 kilometers from the regional center - Tver, and has bus and train connections with it.
Types of fishing: float fishing, bottom fishing, spinning, fly fishing, live bait fishing, winter types of fishing, other types of fishing
Fish: bursh, chub, silver bream, dace, ruff, asp, carp, bream, tench, perch, roach, podust, bluefish, catfish, pike perch, bleak, pike, ide
Federal District: Central Federal District
Type of reservoir: rivers
Region: Tver region
Length: 259 km
Width: 10-15 m
Maximum depth: 11 m
Pool: 5570 km²
GIMS: Ministry of Emergency Situations for the Tver region
Status: free
Medveditsa is a river in the Tver region (Spirovsky, Likhoslavlsky, Rameshkovsky, Kashinsky, Kimry districts), a left tributary of the Volga, flowing into the Uglich reservoir.
Length - 259 km (previously it was longer, 13 km was flooded by the Uglich reservoir). The basin area is 5570 km².
The river originates south of the village of Gorma, Spirovsky district, Tver region. It flows into the Uglich Reservoir on the Volga in the area between Bely Gorodok and Sknyatino.
In the upper reaches the valley is overgrown with forests, very swampy, the riverbed is winding (width 10-15 m, depth 0.5-2 m). In the middle reaches of the valley there are two terraces: the floodplain terrace (4-5 km wide) and the floodplain (up to 100 m wide). There are many oxbow lakes, the channel is filled with shoals, spits, islands, the depths on the rifts are up to 0.5 m.
In the lower reaches from the village of Semenovskoye to the mouth, the Medveditsa valley is flooded with the waters of the Uglich Reservoir, the width in the flood zone is up to 200 m, the depth is 5-11 m.
The following villages are located on the river: Stan, Nikolskoye, Zamytye, Medvedikha, Upper Trinity, Lower Trinity, Semyonovskoye.
Main tributaries: left - Selnitsa, Kamenka, Ivica, Drezna, Yakhroma; right - Suseshnya, Tresna, Kushalka, Rudomosh, Bolshaya Puditsa, Malaya Puditsa.
Bridges and crossings
The Medveditsa River is crossed by road bridges in the village of Bykovo, the village of Verkhnyaya Troitsa, the bridge of the Dolnitsy - Malye Setki highway, etc.
Shipping
The river is navigable 41 km from the mouth.
Fish
In Medveditsa there are bursh, chub, silver bream, dace, ruff, asp, silver crucian carp, golden crucian carp, carp, bream, tench, burbot, perch, gudgeon, roach, podust, bluefish, catfish, pike perch, bleak, sabrefish, pike, ide .
The Medveditsa River in the Tver region was chosen for the July ten-day rafting trip. We decided to go there and back by car, so as not to strain too much. I wanted to pick strawberries, find mushrooms, catch fish.
The river is amazingly suitable for all of the above purposes. Of course, there are plenty of villages and villages, as well as people relaxing with cars along the banks, but summer is in full swing! Everyone rushes to the water. And on Medveditsa there is a pine forest along the banks, a sandy bottom, shallows and beaches for swimming. And we only have 100 km for 10 days: recreational strawberry rafting...
On the advice of tourists who had visited Medveditsa more than once, they decided to start the journey by making a bridge across the Tver-Rameshki highway, starting the rafting from Gorodkovsky. At the same time, we left the car at the final point of the route - in the village of Verkhnyaya Troitsa, and agreed with local drivers to take us to the water near the village. Gorodkovsky. True, we drove to Ursa not through Kashin, as the newly acquired Garmin persistently advised, but through Kimry. But on the way back, we drove in the direction of Kashin through Sergiev Posad along the Yaroslavl road.
So, Tuesday, 3.07. The driver took us from the bridge straight to the river - to the left bank, upstream. Along the way, he suggested that we start from the village of Medvedikha, but we did not allow it - we missed the strawberry meadows known from other stories, and the mileage was sharply reduced. And it’s already small for us.
There are people swimming all around! Hot! We also swam, had a snack, transferred our things to the “herms”, and played “Canyon 2+”. Everything somehow quickly settled down, and we found ourselves on the water. We didn’t walk for long: villages on the right, on the left, on the left again... It was still hot. We stood on the high right bank in the evening at the first place we met pine forest between the villages of Koptino and Bereg on the right bank. All the places there are equipped for picnics for those arriving by car. We avoid such places, but we were so tired during the day that we decided to stop for the night. True, they didn’t stand near the beach itself - the place was too trampled. There is even a horizontal bar and “sports equipment” made from tree trunks. We settled on a high steep bank among pine trees.
Wednesday, 4.07. In the morning we didn’t manage to take a nap: a car drove next to the tent and stopped 100 meters from us at the same beach with a table and shells. The driver urgently ran off to collect something with a basket. We had a quick breakfast, I looked around the forest - full of blueberries! We ate porridge with blueberries. We left early, at 9.30. The driver had just returned with his basket, and his alarm was blaring in different voices. We slowly packed up and got into the boat, but he still couldn’t get into the car, running in circles around the clearing where we were standing. I was looking for something, but didn’t ask for help. Maybe locals don’t turn to visitors for help?
Two dams passed. The first, with a stormy flow, passes from the left along the stream with little maneuver, since a certain wooden barrier lies across the river and the boat is pressed against it by the current. There is wiring on the second dam. The boat is too long to maneuver between two dozen piles randomly sticking out of the water. Very small. There is not enough water at all. Although Alexey unexpectedly found himself waist-deep in water while guiding the boat. I lazily watched the process from the shore. It’s hot, we’re swimming for the second time. We look at the remains of the stone structure of the dam from the left bank (on the right bank).
Between these two dams they began to set up spinning on the water. At this time, one might say, a fishing boat rushed past us (!) at full speed, on which a girl and an older man were rafting. The girl asked if we had tried to start the rafting above Gorodkovsky. It would have been tempting for us, but we didn’t see any easy access roads on the map...
We stopped for lunch on a beach, and after lunch Alexey went up into the field and unexpectedly brought a handful of red wild strawberries for dessert. Marvelous! So far we have only observed green on both high banks in the field. The forest that began on the right was explored for strawberries and mushrooms. Approximately opposite the village. Streams. Some stream there just flowed into the Bear. We ate the strawberries to our heart's content, but didn't find any mushrooms. But then, almost immediately we caught a huge pike weighing 2 kg! Wow! On the very first day of rafting - such luck. We struggled with this pike for a long time to get it out - it hid in the seaweed under the boat and tried to get away. It's good that I have an experienced fisherman with me.
A spruce forest appeared on the right. A truck rattles along the shore in the forest, and it’s time for us to go to the parking lot. The sun is shining, and it’s time to cut and cook the fish. A barn appeared on the left, the river turned to the right and a gorgeous view of the pine forest on the left bank opened up. We didn’t hear any trucks, we disembarked and stood at the end of the forest: a tent under an oak tree hugging a linden tree, a “kitchen” nearby in a pine forest - there was already an old fireplace there. The fish soup and boiled fish were more than enough not only for dinner, but also for lunch the next day.
Thursday, 5.07. The sun is hot. Braving the heat, we loaded up and then swam constantly - otherwise it was impossible to move. On the right bank there are beautiful pine forests, but everywhere there are country roads and approaches to the shore, especially where there are pine trees and beaches. We came out on the right - we ate blueberries, came out on the left - nothing, then we went out again, climbed onto the high bank across the beach, and... smelled it! The pungent smell of ripe strawberries! It! This is why we came here! Now the main thing is not to crush, not to trample underfoot this carpet of red berries! Sparse pine trees and bushes, between them there are clearings of ripe strawberries. They rushed to pick berries and make jam. The long-forgotten taste of strawberry jam foam... Along the way, we decided to stay the next day for the day. True, along the opposite bank in the forest behind the trees a UAZ drove two or three times, but we couldn’t see it, we only heard it. It was late in the evening, when we went to bed, loud male voices were heard from the same shore: people were calling each other, they obviously got lost. They even fired a gun for convincing. Then everyone seemed to find each other, and the car drove off.
Friday, 6.07. The strawberry picking continued. On this hot day, this picking was already difficult for me: horse flies, mosquitoes - there’s so much to see around the berries! We made the next batch of jam. Oh, how delicious cooked strawberries smell! The sugar (4 kg) we took with us for jam was completely used up. Hooray! We ate too much wild strawberries. They even made a dessert of strawberries with condensed milk.
Next - a bathhouse, water treatments, laundry. The day turned out to be, fortunately, very warm, but cloudy, which was important - the hot sun gave a respite to our sunburned bodies. That day they tried to scout out the forest further from the strawberry meadows - it turned out to be uninteresting: tall grass, the size of a man, no mushrooms or not visible... In the tent they watched the same film: through the semicircle of a mosquito net you can see jumping flies and mosquitoes, larger and smaller … Alexei was there filming some kind of video with these flies, but in the forest you participate in this film as a victim.
Saturday, 7.07. This day was marked by a trip for a spoon. And it happened like this: in the morning, in the parking lot, we were finishing off the foam of strawberry jam with tea. I settled into a makeshift chair made of woven willow branches over a reclining trunk. Immediately she beautifully plugged up the only spoon. But, of course, she was sure that she had washed it and put it in a dish bag. We went out, fishing was not going well that morning. Hot, lazy. Along the banks there are vacationers and fishermen. We found a beach with tall bushes and stopped for a snack. Needed a spoon. That’s when I discovered that my spoon was missing! Come back? Search? Where and how? In fact, we sailed quite a bit, about three kilometers, and went fishing. And the wind blew in our faces. We decided to return lightly and find the ill-fated spoon. We unloaded and hid our things near the beach in the bushes and tall grass. We rowed against the current - it was good that the wind was now pushing us at our back. We only fought the current on the riffles. Everything flashed in reverse order: women washing fish; pine forest; vacationers in a UAZ in the forest who complained about horseflies... Finally, our place. There is no spoon! They even dug up the sand on the beach, believing that I had lost it there while washing the dishes. Nowhere. OK. We did everything we could, haha. Finally, I walked around the place where the boat lay on the other side and accidentally ended up behind the makeshift chair - from a different angle I saw my spoon, gracefully tucked between the branches. Immediately I remembered everything. Hmmm, yes, it happens...
We took a swim and quickly headed back. Lightly, but the wind is now blowing in my face. But what do we see?! Our beach, where we left our things, is already inhabited! Opposite, young fishermen are cleaning fish, and aunties and children are sunbathing on the adjacent beach. In front of the amazed public, they pulled out and loaded their belongings and set sail.
Finally, that day we reached the bridge towards the village of Medvedikha. There are vacationers with tents and cars all around. We caught small pike. After the auto bridge there is a roll, again people with cars. Where to stay for the night? The “population” came again. Using the navigator and map, we determined the greatest distance from all villages and roads, and approximately in this place we saw a forest on the right, and towards it a sea of grass and a tiny sandy slope. We made our way through the grass, and there was a clearing, a good path into the spruce forest. Ideal for an overnight stay.
In the evening, in the tent, they glued my torn sandal together with “crazy hands.” It stuck together very reliably, the shoes lasted until the end of the hike (at least).
Sunday, 8.06. In front of the village of Medvedikha we caught two good pike and a large perch. Two villages, one “flows” into the other - Shibanikha and Medvedikha. At the junction of villages there is a ruined church, a bustle, cars, a crossroads or a square, probably. And then there's the sign bus stop, turned towards the river. As if for those passing by - but welcome to the bus! It was a shame we didn’t take advantage of the invitation to at least visit the store. I thought: there will still be a store selling bread. We walked another half a kilometer - the village clearly ends. We asked the residents on the shore, they said that we had already passed the store. Well, we decided to return, such a section of the river - we keep coming back... Now already loaded. The men jumped out of their gardens, grinning: “With the flow - we’ve seen it many times, but never against the flow!”; “If you need it in the Guinness Book of Records, I’ll sign it, call me!” And all sorts of things they shout joyfully. We didn’t make it to the bus stop, we stopped nearby, and I went to get some bread.
The store turned out to be very nice from the outside. A sign with huge blue letters in the shape of bear paws: “BEAR. Shop". But... alas, neither the bread, nor the vegetables Alexei ordered, nor the dairy products were there. However, you can easily live without bread for a week, and there will be shops in other villages. I bought local Tver beer, and a couple of kilometers from the village we celebrated the halfway point of our hike: salad from leftover vegetables, delicious fish soup, sorbet for tea... We sat in wonderful little pine trees, hiding from the sun and from insects (for some reason). But then something unimaginable began: on a hot Sunday afternoon, everyone poured out onto the shore: children to swim, adults to swim, women to eat chips in the water, men to fish... Huge companies celebrating children’s birthdays in the water shouted to us: “Congratulations!”
To escape the heat, I made a gazebo out of a sheet in the boat, securing the middle with a cap, and taking the ends in my hands, waving them along with the oar. Alexey said that I looked like a ghost. I didn't mind, wanting to look intimidating.
It was difficult to stand anywhere. We passed another road bridge to Ragozikha and Bludi, behind which there was a roll, then - international camp tourists with flags different countries over the tents. As the village of Bludi approaches, there is again the smell of ripe strawberries, or now strawberries; in front of the village itself is a field where grannies can be seen picking these strawberries, while grandfathers with fishing rods are fishing on the shore. Parking is very difficult. The river makes a big turn behind the village, the navigator shows the road from Bludei along the river (which is not on the map), children are swimming all around. The turn of the river ended, a small rapid appeared, the river went to the right of the village and the road, and a magnificent pine forest opened up on the right bank. Having made our way from the beach through the bushes and grass to the top, we settled down on a high bank near a wide fallen pine tree. Finally the smell of pine forest! And without insects! You can sit on a high trunk... We were very tired of the heat, although we walked no more than 20 km that day.
Monday, 9.06. Lazy fees. Alexey scouted the forest - a “mosquito nest” with blueberries. But the blueberries are only on the edge - beyond that there is a swamp.
We went out and had lunch with traditional fish soup in front of Siblovo behind the transmission line in the pines. During lunch, the sky became cloudy for an hour, as if it was about to rain. But the heat began again.
And yet the rain and thunderstorm caught up with us in the evening. That day we decided to do some REAL evening fishing before sunset. But then the houses of the village of Bykovo suddenly appeared on the right. We had a snack with bagels and tea under the bridge, and I went to the village from the highway bridge along the road. Hot. The store was on the left on the main road of the village, a kilometer from the bridge. My grandmother, whom I asked about the store and the purchase of village cottage cheese, sent me another kilometer through the village to her daughter-in-law. True, she abandoned her urgent matters and saw me off. That's how I heard latest news: in Moscow - heat, in Tver - thunderstorm, here - not a drop in five days.
However, I just brought them rain... Having bought bread, cottage cheese and new granulated sugar for field strawberries, I went to the bridge. After snacking on village cottage cheese, we finally went on this evening fishing trip. Not a single fish! There was no bite. But the thunderstorm was catching up. The sky darkened, the sun disappeared, and thunder was heard. There is nothing to do - we urgently need to get up for the night.
Almost like an emergency, we jumped onto the right bank, and then a huge “sophisticated” jeep drove up to the boat. To our amazement, an elegant lady in a swimsuit came out and began looking for a place to swim before the storm. A very fat man reluctantly accompanied her. My cap flew away from the gusts of wind, the lady rushed to pick it up, and at that time the smart little boy was telling us how much he was afraid of thunderstorms. We did not stop rapidly unloading, methodically dragging things under the trees. The adults took a swim and offered to take all their belongings and us to the village of Bogunovo. Of course, we refused, but in any case it was nice to meet such participation.
We barely had time to set up the tent and put things under its wings when it began to rain. We fell asleep to the sound of rain.
Tuesday, 10.07. The rain has stopped, the weather is cloudy, damp all around, there are no insects. Beauty! Ideal for fishing. And we went fishing. We caught pike, although the biggest fish were lost. To the left, after the power line, we found clearings of finally ripe wild strawberries. So far we have seen mostly green ones. We went out and collected two liters - there was no sun, no blood suckers, it was comfortable to collect. We passed the village of Novoe, behind which the river flows down a hill and several small riffles. On the right, a long strip of pine and birch forest opens up, with no approaches.
We entered a fairly large tributary of the Medveditsa, the Drezna River, in search of a parking lot for lunch. We ran into a cemetery in the forest on the left and returned. We walked along Medveditsa until the big turn to the right. There is a beach, higher up there is a pine forest, a parking lot “for our own”: firewood under the film, clean. We cooked fish on the beach and set up a bathhouse.
After the river turns on the left, the village of St. Grids, destroyed wooden church, then - N. Setki, and then after the autobridge, in a continuous sequence we went to the villages on the left: Nivishchi, St. and N. Gostinezh, on the right - Starovo and Sergovo. It's late, Alexey is trying to catch a BIG fish, jumping impudently in the water not far from the boat. To no avail. Between Starovo and Sergovo there are riffles one after another, the water makes a lot of noise. Fishermen on the evening bite stand by the rifts and ask us for some reason: “To the Baltic?” We like jokes like this, it’s not like in Art. In the nets, the aunt asked us: “Where did you go?”
Around half past ten in the evening we passed all these villages and began to look for accommodation for the night, preferably with a day's rest. The picked berries are with us! On the right after the village of Sergovo there are beaches with tables on the shore. This doesn't suit us. The left bank has almost no access to the water. Finally we went behind the island into a cove and climbed up to the pine trees. The descent is rather bad, but the place is magnificent, very beautiful. Behind the forest you can hear the distant barking of a dog - the village of Krasny Bor.
Wednesday, 11.07. The main question of the day: should I spend a day here or not? Should I stay or move on? Half a day passed thinking about this. We processed field strawberries: tearing off the green stems is painful, crushing them with sugar is easier. Alexey cut out and hewed a special crusher for this purpose. The main dish of the second half of the trip was cottage cheese with strawberries, and they ate strawberries with different types: in the form of jam and natural, with condensed milk.
It was convenient to swim on the beach from the island. And in the evening we clearly did not regret that we stayed in this relatively remote place for the day. We drink tea and hear something VERY BIG splash into the water. We already jumped! And it was an elk that rushed to cross the river from the opposite bank. They grabbed the camera and started filming a video, Alexey begged me to be silent and sit quietly. The moose clearly didn’t see us, although he kept looking around and listening. He went out to our beach on the island and supposedly turned back, but he was just swimming. He came out of the water again, shook the water and swam again, going around the island to come to our shore in the bay. When the moose's head appeared from behind the pine trunk, the feeling of delight and at the same time approaching danger intensified. The moose came close to the place where the inverted “Canyon” lay. What if he jumps along the bottom of the boat? Will the “skin” withstand his hooves? Thinking about this, I said loudly: “Hello, moose!” And then the moose heard me and saw us. He stood motionless for several seconds, and then rushed headlong across the island and the river into reverse side. On the opposite bank he stopped majestically again and looked back in our direction. There was clearly no chase! And the elk calmly retreated into the forest.
After this adventure, Alexey went on an evening fishing trip from the island. I didn't take the fish bag. But then I caught an asp, then a pike. He threw these fish to me from the island. That evening we laughed a lot: “And in the evenings they throw fish!”
Thursday, 12.07. As soon as we swam out, it began to rain. At first the rain was very warm. We were fishing. Very soon we came across a large permanent camp on the right bank, with a children's swing, a kitchen, four tents... The men were fishing a little further away and confirmed that a large chub, up to 4 kg, lives in the river.
After the river turned in front of Konstantinovo, instead of the road bridge indicated on the map, something between a dam and the remains was discovered wooden bridge- a real threshold. We passed along the left channel, the landmark was a large boulder, which should be turned around on the left. They even tried to film our passage from the boat. But still I had to put the device aside and take the oar. Almost immediately after this, Alexey caught the first and only large (kilogram) chub on this trip. It was prepared for frying for dinner. These big fried chubs are really tasty!
Meanwhile, the rain had stopped and we stood on a sandy island to cook fish soup. Alexey went to the steep bank to get pine firewood. The fishing of two pikes, perch and asp was magnificent!
We set sail and immediately heard voices from the “Pike” catching up with us. They turned out to be almost “neighbors” (from Lyubertsy). The men walked from Rameshki - seven kilometers from the city, where you can get on the water. But it turns out they didn’t catch fish and didn’t pick strawberries. We were surprised to learn that there were big fish here. And in general, they complained about the shallows and run-outs! But what kind of waste can there be here? It turned out that they were encircling the threshold - the remains of a wooden bridge and a second dam at the beginning of the path. After the conversation, the “Pike” rushed off to the Volga, and we went out for “dessert” - to eat red wild strawberries, which filled all the non-forested areas along the banks of the Bear. We swam, cleaned the newly caught pike and rowed to a pine forest visible in the distance after the village of Konstantinovo.
On the left we saw new acquaintances - “neighbors” who had stopped for the night. We carefully watched the black cloud hanging over the river. It's time for us to urgently get into the parking lot. We quickly “parked” on the left bank in a pine forest, somewhere between the confluence of the Chernovka and Suchek rivers into the Medveditsa. We set up a tent, stuffed our things, and then a real storm began: the trees swayed threateningly, the rain poured down, and a thunderstorm engulfed everything around. But we were going to celebrate the first big chub and at the same time the end of the hike!
But the celebration still took place. By half past eight the rain had subsided, the sun appeared, and the fish was successfully fried. It was only in the morning that I was awakened by the terrible “gnashing” of a certain bird, as if someone was sharpening a huge knife on the shore below. Creepy...
Friday, 13.07. After breakfast we went swimming on the beach on the opposite bank. We need to wash ourselves off and return to Moscow tomorrow. We got into the boat, and... it started to rain! So they walked in the rain and fished. Before Skornev, the entire right bank is filled with cars and tents. Friday! People came for the weekend. The rain intensified, we were soaked through and chilled so much that the water in the river seemed to be heated by fire. At the same time, not a single bite.
We climbed out to the left bank as soon as the rain stopped pouring. The sun came out and we quickly warmed up. Meadow strawberries are in full swing. We ate ripe berries, swam, and walked through Skornevo. We were looking for a parking lot, but cottages appeared on the right bank - a new recreation center with a horse farm, not indicated on the map. We had to return 500 meters to stand a little further away, in the pine trees, where we decided to rest before tomorrow’s journey, to dry out as much as possible. As soon as we set up the tent, it rained and thunderstormed again. But this was no longer so important.
Saturday, 14.07. In the morning the sun was shining brightly and it was warm. Motor boats were driving along the river all morning. We wanted to catch fish to bring home. There were no fish. Maybe the fish don't like the noise of boats? We didn’t see any motorboats until the village of Skornevo. But the character of the river has also changed. The bear became wide and deep, with almost no current. In general, we didn’t catch any fish that day.
In Upper Trinity we easily found a club, next to which we had to disembark to load into the car. There were vacationers all around, boats, jet skis... We dried out in the hot sun, had a snack, took our car and went to Moscow. Blueberries and chanterelles were sold all along the road to Sergiev Posad.
The rafting turned out to be extremely successful. We completed all our “tasks”: we brought home strawberry jam and field strawberries grated with sugar. The Bear has confirmed its reputation as a “strawberry” river!
