The first time we drove down to Korsakov, it was the end of September, and a brilliant, sunny autumn day. Now, in the dead of winter, it is an entirely different picture.
New Years Day was Sue’s last day of holidays here, and we hadn’t been very far out of town. With David home, we decided to drive down to Korsakov to give her an idea of the countryside, and at least show her the ship wrecks in the harbour there.
It was an gray day, and as we left home, there seemed to be a light fog. As we drove farther south, however, we realized that it was snow…. and it was coming down in larger flakes and much heavier. There was gravel on the highway however, so we enjoyed the drive.
By the time we arrived in Korsakov, the snow was falling pretty hard, but that didn’t stop us from walking out to the old harbour. At the fall of the Soviet Union, all these boats were sunk in the harbour, as they were worth more for their insurance value than anything else. That day, they looked like great ghosts .
and after David had found the car under the accumulated snow, we headed home, for a warm and relaxing evening.