River journey. The dawn

Never before had I tried soup with elk stew! This is such yummy! Especially when the soup is cooked in a pot in the fire.

I still like tea from a bowler hat with a currant leaf! I remember that my uncle in Krasavino went to the Northern Dvina for night fishing, taught me to make fishing rods and bottom fishing line, and to catch by this.

In the fire in general, some kind of magical power. Earlier in my childhood, when there was no digital technology, we often burned bonfires...

Soup is cooked, it's time to have supper!

While we ate slowly, mixed with fishing stories - in the nature it became noticeably lighter.

Well, once it's light, it's time to check the network! There is absolutely no time to sleep.

All the devices are ready.

Here's a catch! Two breams.

The mood rises, we go to the next net.

Dawn is just around the corner - very soon the sun will come out! The night flew by unnoticed.

Well, just a little bit!

Aaaaand... here it is the Suuuuuun!

And here is our staying lot.

That's the whole white night flew like one instant...

To be continued...