Walking weekend in the forests of Kostroma

Clear April day, an inner voice whispered in my ear that it would be nice to go for a ride to the next area in search of the unknown. After a short Internet searches, it was decided to go, and the selected direction is to the North.


Who cares what came out of it, welcome to under the cat.

We start from Moscow on the M8 heading for Yaroslavl. 
A good track with excellent pavement. Small repairs on the turn in the direction of Kostroma, but in General, nothing criminal. For 3 hours at a leisurely pace can be reached by any technique. In Kostroma we were so limited to passing through on the main streets and visit local cafes Merano. The school was pleasantly surprised by great service, cozy atmosphere, well, the price itself or in the example of the capital. Whether it is a cafe in my neighborhood, I bet, have forgotten how to cook.

So, after noon, having eaten, move out in search of adventure.
After 15km from the city, we turned into the forest on a road laid with concrete slabs. It would seem that some few hundred kilometers North of Moscow, but on the roadside snow still lies, but in the forest sometimes, and it does knee.

The first 3-4km of the road didn't cause any issues. We have been quite relaxed when suddenly, the concrete slab began to disappear one by one, and finally disappeared altogether. 
Fortunately the weather was dry, a few sites failed to pass by wading at low speed, but when it began to smell a serious evrodom, we decided not to tempt fate and left Vipera sunbathe on the lawn, and in the meantime immersed himself in the wilds of the forests of Kostroma.

Well as deepened, in fact, walked the 300 meters, on dismantled railway line, where they are in the realm of the Soviet post-Apocalypse. 
A bit of history. In the woods near Kostroma was the position of Intercontinental ballistic missiles, and cover up their defense. Now buried mines, many buildings destroyed and looted, were huge embankments and several slowly decaying concrete buildings. I will spread the idea of the tree, and to evaluate the actions of people for 10 years nastasivka in pieces, something that was built by their ancestors, just offer your attention the photos of what remained of the former military camp.






And here for example, I managed to fall into a concrete crumb, almost to the knee

Our heroic machinations were interrupted by a local resident, rudely wishing to fall into the abyss of hell for all stalkers and fans climb zabrosom. We decided not to engage in polemics with him and slowly went away. Especially because the sun began to give up, but we still had a long way home.
Finally, the traditional photo with Stella.

That brings me to the end of my short story about a weekend trip.
Thank you for your attention, I would be grateful, if in comments will prompt similar objects within a radius of 200-300km. from Moscow, ideally with the possibility of an entrance on road engineering.

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