Due to a freakishly late-season snowstorm, we crossed the entirety of Azerbaijan in search of snow-free mountains. We ended up in Car, a small village near Dagestan and Georgia. By asking about local hiking, we found a trail ascending a ridge, gaining over and I loved it so much, we hiked up again and did the exact same ride the next day.

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