Some more failures and the column of geologists quickly moves away from the crew.
But even the Ural gets stuck. Then it’s time for a “tank” (that’s how they call this orange vehicle) to help.
In this way several days passed by.
Sometimes there were heavy snowstorms.
The sky is clear, but the track can become covered with snow in a blink of an eye. The wind is not so strong, only 15 m/sec.
Saying goodbye to geologists. They went another way.
Cars with preachers go to Yakutia. “God is love”.
The abandoned station of tropospheric communications.
The channel becomes narrower.
The rivers become small, there is a new problem – the thin ice.
The upper crust is deceptive.
But the card somehow passed the river.
The scenery is just wonderful. Somewhere – great lakes.
And somewhere shining snow polished by the wind.
The closer to Norilsk the stronger it becomes.
The crew is forced to stop and wait.
In the morning the cars are in small dunes.
The mountains are in front. It is the foothills of the Putoran’s plateau. The destination point is near.
At first, small climbs.
And then, quite serious ones.
People hunt here on the weekends.
Last sunset in the tundra.
The last blocks of ice and snow.
At the finish line.
The final picture.