Yesterday, at three o’clock in the morning, Sasha woke me up joyfully.
— Get up faster! Let’s go take pictures of the sunrise!
— What dawn?!?! It’s dark outside!!
Of course it’s dark. We still have to get there before dawn!
I know it’s useless to argue at times like this. Dawn means dawn. Gathered quickly.
Sasha gathered all his equipment and we set sail into the night. Takes your breath away from the local roads. Especially in the dark. But they got to Sun Valley quickly. Then, bypassing residential buildings, we drove to the vineyards. It had already become much lighter and Sasha was in a hurry. Hares scurried across the road. We ourselves, like those hares, rushed up the hill. During these couple of minutes before dawn, we changed three hills, the angle is not the same !! Then they ran out to sea. It’s great, you know, to stand on a hill when the elements are raging below. And the sun barely touched the horizon.
This is a photo from my phone) I hope someday I will show better ones, from Sasha’s camera))) But the processing will take some time.
At the same time, a cat woke up far away in Moscow. Or did not wake up, but returned from fishing. Mom perfectly heard how they were digging to the core of the earth. I even regretted that the site is not ours, what if it finds oil?! Then the tray traveled around the pantry. Something fell. The cat grunted and jumped onto the windowsill. Glass rattled. Went to marigolds, infection! But I was too lazy to get up …
After running after the sun, I hope Sasha got great photos, we went down to the beach.
It’s a sin not to swim)) And they rushed on. It’s still four in the morning! 
Not home! We went to the Dzhur-dzhur waterfall.
The cat started charging. On the ground floor, one window is always open for him. So he came up with a new game. There and back again. Everything would be fine. But the house is shaking, the glass is ringing, and below they are, those same marigolds! Grandma had to get up. Noticing her, the cat rushed to the bowl.
“Ururu?!” He drawled so plaintively, as if he hadn’t eaten for a century.
And instead of a towel, I got food)) because grandmothers are very kind)))
We reached the village quickly. They kindly showed us where to leave the car. Then you can transfer to a local jeep, but we decided to walk. I was looking forward to a mountain path in the shade of trees, but ended up on a broken dusty road))) But nothing, it’s only nine in the morning))) we’ll get there))) We’ve reached. I’m glad that they came. But this is just a parking lot for jeeps. Further up the stairs. Or rather, stairs.
We walked, walked, walked, walked! But it’s okay, they’ve arrived)))
Dzhur-dzhur is beautiful. My phone is not able to convey this, but maybe someday I will show other photos, professional ones)))
And somewhere in Moscow, the granddaughter woke up the grandmother.
— Grandma?! What’s this?!?!
The child with square eyes looked towards the kitchen. There, unequivocally, a wild animal was eating up someone.
Sleep, bunny. Don’t be afraid. This is a cat.
— Skizi?!?!
— Yes. He is eating. It just chugs loudly.
“Skiiiiiiiiii?!?!
The child was able to lay down and sleep a little more.
And we went up again. To the fonts.
These are small rapids of a mountain river. At their foot, original natural fonts are formed, in which, according to numerous legends, you need to dive. Of course, we dived too. The water was ice cold. Very icy. So much so that we flew down to the village like two swallows. Feeling neither cold nor tired. Cheerfulness for the whole day!
And in Moscow they discovered that there was no oil, but there was a scarf buried in a tray. Crumpled and torn remains of flowers. And now there’s a bunch of kids watching the cat from the bushes. And waiting. When is he going to eat? To listen to these incredible sounds…
