This village is well known to many lovers of rafting on the Ay River, here is the end point of their route at a rather interesting fountain that beats directly from the ground. But today we are not here for this, we have a slightly different purpose of the walk - caves. Namely, the Laklinskaya cave, located right on the outskirts of the village. The place is already loved by many tourists and travelers. Despite the fact that the cave is located in close proximity to the road, it is quite difficult to make out the entrance to it “on the go”. In any case, I didn’t succeed and we made a detour to the next village, in which we decided to clarify the route with a local resident. In the courtyard of one of the houses just such was found. For some reason, he rejoiced us very much, and with a beaming smile in details, he almost told the pebble where and how much to go and where to stop.
So, we returned to the right place, put the car near the road (well, the place allows you to place at least several dozen cars there) and went to the cave. The mountain in which it is located is located on the right bank of the Lacla River (well, and what else :-) :)
The river is probably quite clean, as we ourselves saw some local people rinse their clothes. It was so unusual to see it! It seems to have moved in time one and a half to two centuries ago. However, further we were waiting for an equally amazing time travel. A sort of "three birch bridge" is thrown across the river, so to speak, and we force it across it under the peaceful rustle of water on stones.
I want to note that it’s not worth going up the hill right away: there’s nothing particularly interesting, but losing sight of each other and then walking in circles in search of themselves for almost an hour is easy. We did just that :-):
In fact, from this bridge you need to go a little upstream and then you definitely can’t get past the corresponding information plate.
And already from it, a well-trodden path rises directly up the rather steep slope directly to the entrance to the cave. Rising is not high, even taking into account the previous hour of circular walking on the mountain, we climbed very quickly. So what, and where is she? Here it is!
The entrance to the cave is large. Neither bend over, nor even more so crawl, you can confidently step into full growth. I expected to see flocks of pigeons there, which are so often written by tourists on the Internet, and prudently threw a stone at the opening. Neither the stone nor the pigeons flew out. A little puzzled, I threw the control, but no one wanted to fly out of the stone depths, and we went into the green arch from the moss.
I had to go down a rather steep slope from uncomfortable slippery decent size stones. It was not in vain that we took working cotton gloves with us. Moving carefully along these stones of Time, we set off on our second time journey, this time in the Late Paleozoic era. Just then, approx. 300 million years ago, these mountains were formed, then in some of them water, gradually dissolving carbonates, created these huge karst caves.
In the cave, of course, it is very dark, darker than Darkness itself. Therefore, going there without good lighting is pointless and, perhaps, even a little dangerous. We had two head-mounted flashlights, one more powerful - a hand-operated zoomed one and one, at the ready, a powerful spotlight for a general panoramic view. However, the eyes should still get a little used to the dark.
After a short descent down, the cave turns left, the stones underfoot become not so uncomfortable and a huge hall appears to the eye. After adits Mica is especially impressive. The ceiling is still not very high, you can clearly hear the drops of water falling loudly from it, gradually forming calcareous icicles.
To the left of the entrance to the "hall" there is still a passage to the next room, also quite extensive.
Due to the non-sharp shapes and the reflection of the water, it seems that the walls of the cave are made of some kind of plastic and are very smooth. But when you touch, you feel a stone cold and a rough texture.
The ceiling seems to be just as plastic, the height of which from the floor is closer to the end of the large hall of approx. 19 meters, according to Internet sources.
It seemed to me that under the very ceiling, just a little closer to the exit, there was still some kind of hole, but it was not possible to get to it, and we had already walked around enough by this time.
Already at home in the photographs, I drew attention to a local resident of the Laklinsky cave. A little mouse was sleeping on one of the stones. It is a pity that in the twilight I did not see it, I would make a good portrait :-):
In general, it's time to move home, go to the exit. While I hesitated a bit below, some citizens took a firm step towards a thermos with hot tea, discussing along the way the impressions that had accumulated over the day.