Panoramic points in Borovoye -
The best places and locations of Burabay National Park -
You are standing in front of them. Blue Mountains of Kokshetau. Some say that it is correct to call them, the Kokchetau Mountains, others say that it is correct to call them simply the Kokshe Mountains. It does not matter, what is important is the beauty of these mountains, their mysticism, enigma and the magical forest that surrounds them. This is not just a chain of hills, but an ancient sleeping dragon, whose scales are granite rocks covered with centuries-old pines. When the sun is setting, or early in the morning at dawn, the mountains begin to breathe - a gray-blue fog spreads along the slopes, and then it seems that the gates to another world are about to open. Old Kazakhs say that once upon a time a heavenly spirit fell here, and his wings, having broken on the rocks, painted them blue. Scientist’s mumble something about the refraction of light in pine vapors, but who believes them? The real truth is that the mountains glow from within. This is an ancient place of power, an ancient human settlement, some say that it was on the site of Burabay that the very Garden of Eden was. The entire mountain range consists of several beautiful natural attractions: the first is the rocky island of Zhumbaktas, which rests in Lake Borovoye. Further, immediately behind the lake, there is a stern guardian of the park, the Okzhetpes mountain-rock, behind it, up the ridge of the blue mountains, rise three rocks, called "Three Sisters" (Three Girls), and then behind them stands Mount Kokshetau, the highest point at 947 meters above sea level. The blue mountains surround the same blue and beautiful lakes: Lake Big Chebachye and Lake Maloe Chebachye. If you want to improve your health and take mud baths, Lake Maibalyk is waiting for you. In the distance lie Lake Shchuchye, Lake Katarkol and Lake Zhukey.
How to get there and visit -
The Kokshetau Mountains (Kokchetau, Blue Mountains) are located on the territory of the Burabay National Park, between the city of Shchuchinsk and the village of Borovoye, Burabay district, Akmola region, Republic of Kazakhstan.
GPS coordinates: 53°04'55"N 70°12'07"E
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The Kokshetau Mountains are not very high, but surprisingly picturesque. Their slopes are covered with centuries-old pines and birches, mosses, lichens, and fragrant herbs grow between the rocks. Birds nest here, rare animals live, and the land itself keeps traces of distant eras. Why Blue? Everything is simple and magical. In a certain light - in the morning, in the haze of fog, or under the rays of the setting sun - the slopes of these mountains are painted in blue-blue shades. This is not an illusion - this is the breath of eternity. This color, as if descended from the paintings of great artists, makes these mountains special, unearthly, attractive. The air here is different - fresh, healing, saturated with the aroma of pine needles and steppe grasses. It fills the lungs, clears the head and gives strength. Local residents have considered these mountains sacred since ancient times. They say that the spirits of ancestors guard these slopes, and everyone who comes with an open-heart leaf with a piece of inner light.
The Blue Mountains of Kokshetau are not for those who seek adrenaline, but for those who seek depth. This place is for the soul. Here you can just sit and look into the distance, listen to the wind, talk to the silence. Here you return to yourself, clear your mind and fill your heart.
Fairy tale -
Imagine: dawn. The fog, thick as milk, slowly slides down the slopes, revealing the ancient granite backs of giants. The air rings with silence - not the peaceful kind, but tense, as if someone had just held their breath. These are not just mountains. These are the living guards of Burabay, and they remember everything: from the hoofbeats of the Saka horsemen to the groans of the victims of Stalin's repressions, whose bones still whiten in the remote ravines. Take a closer look at their slopes - this bluish glow is not a trick of the light. It is the skin of a dragon, the old people say. Once a celestial being fell here, and his blood, mixed with stone, gave life to these mountains. Scientists will talk about an optical effect, but try to stand here at sunset, when the shadows become too long, and figures suddenly appear between the rocks - tall, too tall for a man... In 1921, a detachment of Red Army soldiers disappeared without a trace here. They found only a fire – the coals were still smoldering, and there was not a single trace in the snow around. In 1978, a group of student geologists spent the night at the foot of the mountain; in the morning, one of them woke up three kilometers from the camp, barefoot, with hair bleached like an old man’s and without memory. He repeated one word: “They.” Strange things are found in the crevices: rusty sabres with blades curved at an impossible angle; skulls with elongated eye sockets; stone balls with engraved stars that are not in our sky. Archaeologists shrug their shoulders, and the old forester Abylai, crossing himself, whispers about “those who were here before people.” Now, while you are reading this, somewhere among the blue rocks a crack is opening. A wind smelling of honey and copper blows from it. If you stand close to it, you can hear a humming sound, like a giant tuning fork. Some believe it is a gate. Others believe it is breathing.
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