On the way there.
Disappearing into the depths.
Wait, is it in Spring or Autumn that birch sap can be collected as a drink?
The native Siberian husky.
Red currants, I believe.
Moss on the forest floor, it was everywhere.
We would have been completely lost if we went in there on our own. Baba Anya was our guide. Even though she walked very slowly we were struggling to keep up with her, navigating our way through the growth.







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