One-day hike in the natural park “Bazhovsky Places. Verkhne-Sysertskoye Reservoir Yacht-Club "Kayut Company"

Verkhnesysertsky reservoir (also called Verkhnesysertsky pond) is located at a distance of about 50 km from Yekaterinburg.

At the beginning of the 19th century, many reservoirs appeared on the Sysert River in connection with the construction of iron factories. Verkhne-Sysertsky pond is the most picturesque of them. Formed in 1849.

Numbers: Average depth is 4.5 meters. Width - about 1.5 kilometers. The Verkhne-Sysertsky pond has two branches - the northern (about 5 km long) and the southern (about 4 km).

There are a lot of lake fish here: perch, chebak, ruffe, pike and bream. Reservoir - favorite place fishermen.

Around the Verkhne-Sysersk reservoir from all sides - protected forests, mainly Pinery, spruce, fir. Mushrooms and berries are growing. The area is ecologically clean, fresh air. The North and South Bays form a peninsula where a nature reserve has been created.

Peaks located next to the reservoir Ural mountains: Emelyanov Cape, Mount Karasya and others.

The bottom of the pond is rocky in places, sandy in others. However, the lake has many small bays with a sandy bottom, which is very convenient for vacationers.

There are many lined along the banks health camps, there are sanatoriums, recreation centers, boarding houses. The infrastructure is equipped - there are summer cafes, rental of catamarans and boats is available.

Pros:

There are sandy bays, picturesque terrain, protected forests

Minuses:

Located a little far from Yekaterinburg, getting to public transport You will have to walk about 4-5 km

How to get there:

By personal car: We leave Yekaterinburg towards Chelyabinsk, before the traffic police post we turn towards Sysert. Beyond Sysert (the 50th kilometer of the Chelyabinsk highway) we pass the Sysertsky pond, drive a little further along the bridge, cross the Sysert river, turn right, pass the village. Verkhnyaya Sysert and we reach the Verkhne-Sysertsky pond.

By public transport: Buses run regularly to the village of Verkhnyaya Sysert. There are daily departures from the Northern Bus Station in Yekaterinburg minibus No. 170, with Southern bus station- minibuses No. 130, No. 160. At the fork before the final stop, you need to get out and walk along the road leading to the forest. From there it is about 4-5 km on foot to the lake.

Route date - July 07, 2016

When the air temperature outside approaches +30 o C, it is easy to fall into a state close to entering the astral plane. The heat dictates the criteria for choosing a route. And there is only one criterion - swimming, swimming and swimming again. But the element of novelty in our tourist routes is also important. There is a way out, gentlemen. At our service natural Park"Bazhov places."
At the evening meeting of the group's General Staff it was approved next route: Sysert - Mechanical pond - Bessonova mountain - Sysertsky pond - Panova tract - Boiling spring - Lake Talkov Kamen - Chernovskaya ditch - quarry lakes of the village of Rudny Asbest.

Our route begins in the city of Sysert. The city is located in the valley of the Sysert River, surrounded by centuries-old pine forests, among many ponds: Sysertsky, Mechanical, Ilyinsky (Kashinsky).
Introducing some variety to our hiking experiences, we begin the route from the Mechanical Pond, which is in the eastern part of the city of Sysert, below the dam of the Sysertsky pond.

The mechanical pond was created in connection with the construction of an ironworks back in the 19th century. It connects the Bolshoy Sysertsky pond with Ilyinsky. The Uralgidromash plant is located on its shore. The pond is surrounded by a picturesque pine forest. From the side of the dam, Mount Bessonova is clearly visible.

Mount Bessonova is the most prominent one in Sysert. At its base, a dam of the Sysert pond and a plant appeared, and later the urban center of Sysert was formed. Since 1786, at the top of the mountain there has stood the St. Nicholas Chapel, which was famous for the fact that it housed the icon of St. Nicholas, especially revered by believers. During Soviet times, the chapel was blown up. And now it is installed on its top Worship cross, cast from cast iron, with the inscription “Save and Preserve” on the crossbar.

Along the picturesque shore of the Sysert pond we go to suspension bridge, which will take us to its western shore.

Sysert Pond is a large artificial reservoir located on the southwestern outskirts of Sysert. It was created in 1732 for a local ironworks. The pond was formed by a dam at the confluence of the Chernaya and Sysert rivers, and consists of three bays directed in different directions: Verkhnesysertsky (southern), Chernovsky (northern) and northeastern, from which the Sysert river flows.

The forest road passes through a picturesque pine forest and takes us to a gazebo and a small pond in the Panova tract.

The age of the healing spring Boiling Spring is more than 200 years. In this place there is a fault in the earth's crust; the water in the source does not freeze even in winter. The spring was consecrated, equipped, gazebos and a bathhouse were built. After the consecration, the Boiling Spring began to be called the Mother of God.

Not so long ago, from the Boiling Spring, a path leading to the Talkov Stone lake was filled with fine gravel.

One of the attractions of the Bazhovsky Places natural park, Lake Talkov Kamen, is located in the spurs of the Chernovsky Uval. The lake was formed as a result of the flooding of an abandoned talc mine. Mining for talc slate took place here in the late 19th century. With the discovery in 1927 of a large deposit of talc “Staraya Lenza” near the village of Shabrovsky, mining of the mineral at Talkovy Kamen ceased. Gradually the quarry filled with water.

The lake is irregular in shape, up to 60-70 meters in length. The depth of the lake reaches 32 meters. There is a legend that a unique collection of porcelain is hidden at the bottom of the quarry, which was sunk here in the 20s of the twentieth century. These treasures once belonged to the last owner of the Sysert factories, Dmitry Pavlovich Solomirsky.

It is from Lake Talkov Kamen that our reconnaissance part of the hike begins.

There is gullibility of varying degrees of severity. The group “Together in the Urals” is the living embodiment of extreme trust in the printed word and in topographic maps including. How many times have we stepped on the rake called “You never know what’s marked on the maps,” but we still step on them with the tenacity of a maniac. Now we understand that along with the collapse great empire The USSR has sunk into oblivion and tourist routes All-Russian significance. But, to our great regret, these routes and these roads are marked on maps as existing and mislead some gullible tourists.
You never know what happened. What was once overgrown, and in our case, with grass and growth of woody origin. According to the map, an excellent road in the southwest direction should have taken us to the Chernovskaya Ditch hydraulic structure and a dam across the Tersut swamp. In fact, the trajectory of our movement was “catheto-shaped” - we moved from one overgrown clearing (direction - south) to another equally overgrown relative (direction - west).

Comfortable forest roads were only at Lake Talkov Kamen and at the dam across the Tersut swamp, but the beauty of the summer forest was completely at our disposal.

Sometimes we walked along the azimuth without any path, but still moved in the right direction.
- Oh, my heart feels, there is no need to go through this clearing.
- And where to? There is no other option... And it’s better than azimuth.
- I don’t know where, but I don’t like this clearing.
- Briefly speaking! Let's go to the end.
- Yeah. We'll meet there.

Two adults who are conditionally sane are mocking themselves of their own free will. Some kind of perverts, masochists. To be precise, these are ordinary tourists who are fighting the gloomy reality with love and pleasure.

We go out to the power lines and the situation from the category of “cretino-makekozo” is happily in its death throes. A forest road appears under your feet, what could be more pleasant?

The Chernovskaya ditch is a unique hydraulic structure of the 18th century located in the interfluve of the Northern Sysert, Kamenushka and Chernaya rivers. On our hike we must cross that part of it that is located south of the Sysert-Rudnik Asbest highway and is depicted on all maps Sverdlovsk region in contrast to the part of it that is north of the highway and does not appear on the maps.
But first we have to overcome a small sea of ​​mud, hinting to us that a ditch is somewhere nearby. The noble reader need not worry, we successfully overcame this obstacle without getting our boots dirty.

This project was conceived to regulate the flow of water between three rivers and two factory ponds. In the 18th and 19th centuries, the main type of energy for workers Ural factories there was water. It was she who set all production mechanisms in motion. According to the developers, the hydraulic structure was supposed to collect part of the water in the Chernaya and Kamenushka rivers and direct it first to the pond of the Verkhnesysertsky plant, and then to the Sysertsky pond for recycling at the Sysertsky plant. The ditch was laid completely from the Chernaya River to the Northern Sysert River, but for some reason it was not put into operation.

In this part, the man-made Chernovskaya ditch runs through the swamp. How did the unfortunate serfs and forced people of Demidov's times build it? It is hard to imagine. The ditch, of course, does not always go through the swamp. The northern part of it was dug into the mountain in a small area, and the ditch runs through the canyon. But here is a different case.
The total length of the Chernovskaya ditch is more than 10 kilometers. It is not known why such a grandiose hydraulic structure, on the creation of which so much effort and money was spent, was not put into operation. Different versions are being put forward: technical miscalculations, economic reasons(lack of funds), strife between the heirs of the Turchaninovs. But none of them seems certain.

There is about a kilometer left to the dam across the Tersut swamp. It's hot... We've already walked about 27 kilometers (and we expected the entire route to be 26 kilometers). Having gathered strength and will into a fist, thinking about lofty things (for example, about the upcoming meeting with quarry lakes), we move towards the intended goal.

Tersut swamp is the largest swamp between the cities of Sysert and Polevskaya. In ancient times, an ancient road from the Sysertsky plant to Polevskoy passed through the swamp. The road was “thin, with roads laid down.” They preferred to use it only in winter.

Oh, how hot it was. We wandered, wandered, wandered... and succeeded a lot. There are only 2 kilometers left to the saving bathing Quarry No. 1, but these kilometers seemed extremely long to us: there is some kind of path to communism - we just can’t get there. Caravans are wandering - salute to Malchish. But let's not get distracted from the main topic.
The first development of asbestos dates back to 1760. In the mid-19th century, the mine was abandoned as unprofitable, but in 1932 the deposit was re-explored. Reconnaissance discovered 4 areas that were mined in four quarries. The village of Asbest was built near the mine.
Finally, we reached Quarry No. 4 (or Tersutsky Quarry).

Next comes Quarry No. 3, where a recreation center is now located behind barbed wire. Hidden somewhere among the forest thickets is Quarry No. 2. We are striving with all our hearts for Quarry No. 1.
As we trudge towards our wonderful future, we can barely move our feet. Or rather, the legs live their own autonomous life and regularly perform their functions, for which we thank them very much. It’s just that the internal sense of time has changed, slowed down.
- Leave me alone, commander.
- I won’t give up. I want to lie down next to each other.
- That's right. We brewed the porridge together, and we cleared it up together. Otherwise, you understand, they picked the bitter berries together, and you picked the sweet berries alone.

Everything comes to an end someday. And he also came to our torment. And so the sultry air thickened in front of us, and from this air a quarry lake with turquoise-emerald water was woven. It was not a mirage. It was a real lake, also known as Quarry No. 1. Hooray!

Water! Delightfully wet, cool, clean, transparent, alive. We have risen from the dead. What we were like before swimming: dirty, exhausted, it’s not clear what; the hair on my head slightly resembled a raised sponge. And after swimming: cheerful, full of life, interesting ladies with a tourist appearance. This is what living water does to a person.

There is still a whole hour before the regular bus Rudnik Asbest - Sysert. And here we sit on the shore of the lake like two slightly shell-shocked Heroes Soviet Union and we look at everything through the eyes of tired heroes - a little, a little condescendingly. Tourists are so strangely constructed that they cannot sit still for long. We decided to go out onto the highway and catch a ride. And they caught it. Such beautiful tourists do not lie on the road.

The trip statistics are as follows:
- total length of the route - 30 km;
- average speed movement - 4 km/hour.

Let's sum up the results of our reconnaissance. You shouldn’t rely on the southwest direction indicated on the maps from Lake Talkov Kamen to the dam through the Tersut swamp, there is none. Maybe you should try going from Lake Talkov Kamen south almost to the northern end of the Verkhnesysertsky pond, and then walking along the power line to the west. But that will happen next time.

In the meantime, bye everyone.

Photo by Kostenko O.

Fishing on the Verkhnesysertsky reservoir: , , .

Direction from Ekaterinburg: Chelyabinsk
Distance from Yekaterinburg (range): up to 50km
How to get there:

We leave Yekaterinburg along the M-5 highway, drive through Sysert to the village of Verkhnyaya Sysert, it is located on the shore of a reservoir, near a dam. Then you can go both left and right.

Average depth: 3m
Maximum depth: 10.5m
Maximum length and width (km): 6.1*1.8km
Water transparency, purity: the water is slightly transparent.
Water supply sources:
Flowing rivers: Sysert River (Podnevaya Sysert).
Square: 5.6km 2
Wild holiday: in tents and cars.
Cultural recreation: On the northern shore there are recreation centers and children's camps.
Pay: For free
Origin of the reservoir:

Formed by a dam in 1849, it was reconstructed in 1969.

Bottom:

the bottom is flat, flat, with small holes.

Fish: Often they bite bream up to 2 kg, perch, pike up to 3 kg, pike perch up to 1.5 kg, dace and perch, roach and tench are found. In 2010, the reservoir was stocked with carp (there are specimens up to 10 kg), grass carp and silver carp. The place is very popular among fishermen, so the catch for each individual fisherman is not too large. Donka / Feeder / Picker. Catch: 3-5 kilograms (bream 300 gr)

Weather: 21.08 (day): Air temperature +15°C, pressure 737 mmHg, partly cloudy, northwest wind 3 m/s.
21.08 (evening): Air temperature +14°C, pressure 737 mmHg, clear, northwest wind 3 m/s.
22.08 (night): Air temperature +9°C, pressure 734 mmHg, cloudy, western wind 3-5 m/s.
Upon arrival at the place, a strong wind was blowing, driving a decent wave towards the shore. At first it was cloudy, but in the middle of the day it rained, in the evening the wind died down and the weather cleared up a little. At the beginning of the night there was no wind, but closer to two a breeze appeared, and the sky became cloudy, and it even began to rain a little. In general, we were not entirely lucky with the weather.
The water level has dropped noticeably compared to last time. The water is still warm +13°C, still with the same brown tint. The bottom is sand, the shore is flat, there are stones in the water and aquatic plants, but not many. There is garbage piled up in heaps on the shore in some places, apparently not everyone has the strength to clean up the bag after themselves!

Tackle: Fished with two feeders: 1) (I took it after repair, the upper leg was broken) Feeder MIKADO MIKAZUKI Feeder 390, with dough up to 120 grams. Reel: Shimano Nexave 2500 RC. Cord:POWER PRO 0.15 9kg. Feeder, 50 grams. Leash: line TRABUCCO XPS WINTER 0.143 mm., 2.950 kgs. Feeder cage, 50 grams.
2) ZHIBO Bravo Feeder 3.9m (3+3) 120g. Reel: Shimano Nexave 4000 RC. Cord: SALMO ELITE BRAID 0.17 mm. 9.8 kg. Leash: line TRABUCCO XPS WINTER 0.143 mm., 2.950 kgs. The length of the leashes is 20-25 centimeters. Insert made of fidergam, 5-7 centimeters long. Hooks OWNER series 53117 PINT HOOK, size 10.

Bait/bait: I used different baits: bloodworms, maggots, pearl barley, semolina. Only bloodworms + maggots worked. On the hook there are a couple of maggots and about four bloodworms. There were only a couple of pokes on the pearl barley. Groundbait is also Dunaev (carp, bream, roach) + pearl barley + millet + bloodworms.

Fishing place: I fished at my old place, where in previous years I had very good catches.

Greetings to all anglers! From Friday to Saturday I again went to a reservoir that I had long loved. The catch this time was very modest, judging by the size of the fish. Well, first things first.

It's Friday morning, for once I have a day off! I decided to devote this time to fishing, besides Lately There’s not much to choose from; the weather, to put it mildly, is not suitable for flying. It often rains and winds blow, which, of course, does not contribute to a good fish bite. But, nevertheless, I still decided to try my luck as a fisherman and catch luck by the tail. I set out for the pond in the morning, dropping my wife off at work along the way. The road did not take much time, and soon I was already moving along the road along the reservoir. The fishing spot was not chosen spontaneously; I fished here last year, and the fishing was not bad, especially since the place was free. Having parked the car, I began to unload my things, gear, and all the fishing belongings.

I immediately noticed quite strong wind, And big wave. Although I’ll still notice a bite on the feeder tackle, I reasoned. Naturally, I started with preparing the bait, and while it was swelling and reaching the desired condition, I began installing the racks and assembling feeder rods. While I was fiddling with the gear, the bait was already quite ready for use. Starter feeding, five volumetric feeders at each fishing point, at different distances from the shore. After that, having loaded the hooks with various attachments, I made the first casts.

I didn’t have to wait long for the bite, and soon the feeder, which was located to my left, clearly registered the bite. The quivertype shows a series of sharp jerks. I make a hook and feel the resistance of a small fish at the other end of the tackle. That’s right, I came across a small bream, a kind of plywood, weighing no more than a hundred grams. Well, once a small bream approaches, then, as a rule, a large one comes after it, unless of course there is one in the reservoir. The right feeder continues to be silent, but on the left, after recasting, a bite follows again. Everything is repeated with pinpoint precision, the same series of jerks, a hook and a fish on the hook. Soon on the shore, there was exactly the same bream, but it resisted, just like a worthy specimen. Then, another fish was caught, a twin of the previous ones, and there was a significant pause.

The right tackle had a pearl barley attached to it, which I only saw a couple of single tugs on, and that was all. Therefore, in order not to wait for weather by the sea, I also decided to plant bloodworms with maggots; apparently the fish don’t want to eat pearl barley today. The pause lasted for half an hour, then again there was a bite on the right tackle, a series of jerks, and the ensuing sag of the cord. Bream, I hoped! But no, I drag, I feel good resistance, and I notice closer to the shore, stripes, perch? Exactly a perch, but it seemed quite good, a little over a hundred grams. I decided to immediately release the perch, otherwise they sometimes do not tolerate being in the cage for a long time. By the way, it’s been a long time since I came across striped robbers on this reservoir. Well, okay, let's continue fishing.

The wind kept blowing, sometimes with sharp gusts, driving a decent wave towards the shore. The sky gradually became gloomy and rain began to fall. I had to put on a waterproof raincoat, because I still had to fish for quite a long time, so there was no way I could get wet. The fish began to react somewhat sluggishly to the bait, more and more single jerks occurred, but there was no moment for an effective hook. Soon, the rain stopped, even occasionally the sun peeked through the gaps between the dense clouds. I looked around the pond; there were only a couple of boats standing on the water, swaying on the waves, and the same number sailed past along the opposite shore. Hunters of predatory fish, but we increasingly prefer to catch quite peaceful underbreeders.

The quiver tip of the right tackle shows another bite, consisting of a series of barely noticeable jerks. Having seized the moment, I make a hook, there is a fish on the hook, resistance is transmitted along the form. I came across a small bream, larger than the previous ones, weighing something around two hundred grams, a small thing, of course, but still obvious progress. After catching this specimen, two more micro ruffs were caught. Then there was a pause. Although according to all the rules, a commercial size bream should have been suitable long ago. But, apparently, the weather still made its adjustments, and the large fish went to a distant cordon.

The time was inexorably approaching evening, the weather began to slowly clear up. The wind gradually died down, and the sky cleared of clouds. I hoped with all my heart for the evening bite, thinking that in the evening a larger fish would come up. But apparently I was the only one who thought so; the fish had completely different plans for this. The evening bite actually happened, but the size of the trophies caught remained the same. But the activity of the fish increased many times over, and bites sometimes occurred on both gears at once. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice the quiver tip of the right feeder swinging, and, choosing the moment to hook, I raise the form. There is quite a normal resistance, judging by which, I concluded that I had caught a larger fish than the previous brothers. After a short time I pull a small bream to the shore, already about three hundred grams. Well, I think it started, a good bream started moving, but no, I was wrong. I didn’t come across any more such specimens, but on the contrary, the plywood continued to pester me. Although I was already happy about this, when fishing, the process itself is important.

The evening was approaching its logical conclusion, it was already noticeably dark, we even had to take out a headlamp. A spinning angler swam to the shore, talked to him a little, and he caught several small zander and a pike. He also complained about the poor activity of the fish; he said there was no evening release of pike perch. I caught everything on the ridge, threw it on the dump, and released back very small pike perch and pencils. So, not only the peaceful fish decided to go on strike, but the predator was also moping, although now, if I’m not mistaken, is his time.

With the last rays of the sun, the fish bite stopped, as if someone had turned off the switch. Night was falling, in a nearby creek, a flock of wild ducks. Fish began to splash throughout the entire water area of ​​the reservoir, but the feeders were silent, there were no even light pokes. Music could be heard from the opposite bank, from one of the many recreation centers, people were celebrating an All-Russian holiday called Friday! I lit a fire, because spending the night around a fire is much more interesting. The beginning of the night was clear, the wind had completely died down, the sky was strewn with millions of stars, what beauty, beauty! But around two o'clock, a slight breeze blew, and the stars disappeared behind dense clouds. It was even starting to rain, but that wasn’t enough, I thought!

Near three in the morning, I decided to get ready. Firstly, the fish did not show any activity, secondly, if it started to rain, I didn’t want to pack all my things in the rain, and thirdly, the firewood was running out. At this point the fishing was completed, finally and irrevocably! Having pulled out the cage and moved all the fish into a large bucket, I admired my catch. Offhand, something in the region of four kilograms, mostly small fish. Afterwards, all the fish went home, especially, I liked how the largest bream for today swam away. Waving his tail goodbye, he reluctantly swam away from the shore, gradually dissolving into the night.

This is the kind of fishing I got this time. Despite the size of the fish, I was pleased with the fishing, sat by the fire and breathed fresh air. I enjoyed my favorite pastime, caught fish, and what else does an angler need to be happy? Well, that's all, to all fishermen, No tail, No scales!!! And may your fishing luck never leave you!