It all started with a dream. Dream to see the purest ice of Lake Baikal, Siberia, to touch the holy things, to feel the power of the lake and soak up its beauty. Although the addition of these highly moral thought does not leave the idea of just drive on skates at the rink and shoot hefty Baikal icy beauty.

Path length of 400 km on skates was passed by us in less than 2 weeks and fit in these lines. I tell you about a great winter trip: about pure ice of Lake Baikal, about old friends and new good friends, about sunset, dawn and overcast skies, good and evil spirits of Olkhon.