Basandai route

Along a snowy channel,
far from evil eyes,
I cut it with a ski run
snow crust for the umpteenth time.

Past willows, coastal bushes,
the path is winding and beautiful.
On the left, the forest rested on the sky
on the right is a formation of flexible willows.

Here, once, in a kayak,
on the waves of gloomy waves,
in the spring, the head was fused,
impressions full.

Well, the route is quite familiar,
skis correctly keep the course,
and the frost is not terrible at all,
for I hope I am not a coward.