Greater Caucasus - Peaks

Peaks

  • Mount Elbrus, 5642 m, 43°21′18″N 42°26′21″E / 43.355°N 42.43917°E / 43.355; 42.43917 (Mount Elbrus) is the highest mountain in Europe.
  • Dykh-Tau, 5205 m, 43°3′N 43°8′E / 43.05°N 43.133°E / 43.05; 43.133 (Dykh-Tau)
  • Shkhara, 5201 m, 43°01′N 43°10′E / 43.01°N 43.17°E / 43.01; 43.17 (Shkhara)
  • Koshtan-Tau, 5151 m, 43°03′00″N 43°13′00″E / 43.05°N 43.2167°E / 43.05; 43.2167 (Koshtan-Tau)
  • Shota Rustaveli Peak, 4859 m, 43°01′33″N 43°02′37″E / 43.02592°N 43.04349°E / 43.02592; 43.04349 (Shota Rustaveli Peak)
  • Kazbek, 5047 m, 42°41′51″N 44°31′08″E / 42.6975°N 44.51889°E / 42.6975; 44.51889 (Kazbek)
  • Tebulosmta, 4493 m, 42°38′N 45°19′E / 42.64°N 45.32°E / 42.64; 45.32 (Tebulosmta)
  • Diklosmta, 4285 m, 42°33′N 45°48′E / 42.55°N 45.80°E / 42.55; 45.80 (Diklosmta)
  • Bazardüzü, 4466 m, 41°16′N 47°47′E / 41.27°N 47.79°E / 41.27; 47.79 (Bazardüzü)
  • Babadag, 3629 m, 41°03′N 48°17′E / 41.05°N 48.29°E / 41.05; 48.29 (Babadag)
  • Katyn-Tau, 4979 m, 43°01′50″N 43°02′08″E / 43.03069°N 43.03555°E / 43.03069; 43.03555 (Katyn-Tau)
  • Pushkin, 5033 m, 43°00′51″N 43°04′12″E / 43.01422°N 43.07001°E / 43.01422; 43.07001 (Pushkin)
  • Janga, 5051 m, 43°01′08″N 43°03′24″E / 43.01889°N 43.05671°E / 43.01889; 43.05671 (Janga)
  • Tetnuld, 4858 m, 43°01′52″N 42°59′35″E / 43.03113°N 42.99319°E / 43.03113; 42.99319 (Tetnuld)
  • Ushba, 4710 m, 43°07′29″N 42°39′32″E / 43.12486°N 42.65901°E / 43.12486; 42.65901 (Ushba)
  • Ailama, 4525 m, 42°57′29″N 43°10′43″E / 42.95806°N 43.17861°E / 42.95806; 43.17861 (Ailama)

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