sit in front of a screen each time without finding anything to tell begins to appear as a problem. I have the feeling that he no longer wants to compare myself with myself ...
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Globetrotter Pinball Machine
guides usually bear the time when you should go to a certain place, generally based on the safety hikers. Often frequenting the mountain and visiting many places, at different times of year or with different weather conditions, I realized that every place has a magic moment. The area around Dal Piaz, for example, give their best in July when the flowers that explode, or in winter when the blue and white white snow combine with each other. But the soul is the wind here. What blows during the clear days of late autumn, when the snows to come in and linger, the meadows are brown. Gusts svelte, the cold north wind that leave you breathless, leaving a time suspended, immobile until the next sudden. Or those in winter storms create artistic sculptures, or raise mischievous "spirits" that enhance di brillanti l'aria.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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VAL-VAL DI SAN MARTINO Canzoi RETURN 2nd PART OF SAN MARTINO
Presa la strada per Fraina mi concedo dopo tanto cammino, una pastina ed un succo di frutta. In cielo intanto il blu del sereno ha il sopravvento sulle nuvole che si sbizzarriscono in giochi di movimento sui contrafforti rocciosi. Ne escono così fantasmi sotto forma di guglie, pinnacoli, strani "mostri" di pietra che appaino e scompaiono seguendo le bizze del vento in quota. M'infilo così lungo la stretta e lunga valle detta appunto Vallunga. Dapprima su strada sterrata in fitto bosco, che sale parallela ad un piccolo rivo, da cui proviene un garrulo suono d'acqua. Alla fine del tratturo c'è un ponticello in legno che over the course. I take off the thirst take advantage of the cool liquid flowing between the rocks. A deep breath and start the unlikely ascent along the unfrequented path. All around hangs a feeling of silence, time stopped , of wilderness. The man seems to have been rejected in these places. Yet what makes you feel peaceful, one with the place, on par with it, where man and nature complement each other. The vegetation is dense . the view one another steep grassy slopes, rocky channels that intersect to rough, the ridges on the high remote irraggingibili. The path does not break. It seems that the hand of man has never worked here, and instead when you do not expect to find out what aie charcoal, some remnants of stones placed to make the best forward on the path and also have two huts. Build seems more mystical hermits for a subsistence economy. Yet in this wilderness surrounded by the atmosphere is poignant. The accumulated fatigue is felt , pace becomes slow. The fork looks up close, but as time passes a dam seems insurmountable. A hawk's cry pierces the silence, becomes repetitive, it seems to cry out to all of the presence of an intruder. Top echoes a chamois whistling. The area of \u200b\u200bshadow and the light breeze that diverged into the valley freezes me sweat. I have a bit 'of cramps, but now I'm about to climb over step, where some hikers sit to enjoy the view. I go down a bit 'before taking a break "technique" to catch his breath. The slopes show red brown tones that invite you to stop, reminiscent of days gone by. Gaze runs down the valley Feltre and games of sun and shade of the rocky ridges. I take a little 'race to the nearby church of San Mauro and from there along the path that leads to Lasen obsolete. The country seems to rest lying upstream, few people chatter in the middle, revives one of the houses along the road leading into the valley through meadows and woods. Return to the starting point, the party is gone, they're sbaraccare, St. Martin's got a bit 'in the summer. 
Presa la strada per Fraina mi concedo dopo tanto cammino, una pastina ed un succo di frutta. In cielo intanto il blu del sereno ha il sopravvento sulle nuvole che si sbizzarriscono in giochi di movimento sui contrafforti rocciosi. Ne escono così fantasmi sotto forma di guglie, pinnacoli, strani "mostri" di pietra che appaino e scompaiono seguendo le bizze del vento in quota. M'infilo così lungo la stretta e lunga valle detta appunto Vallunga. Dapprima su strada sterrata in fitto bosco, che sale parallela ad un piccolo rivo, da cui proviene un garrulo suono d'acqua. Alla fine del tratturo c'è un ponticello in legno che over the course. I take off the thirst take advantage of the cool liquid flowing between the rocks. A deep breath and start the unlikely ascent along the unfrequented path. All around hangs a feeling of silence, time stopped , of wilderness. The man seems to have been rejected in these places. Yet what makes you feel peaceful, one with the place, on par with it, where man and nature complement each other. The vegetation is dense . the view one another steep grassy slopes, rocky channels that intersect to rough, the ridges on the high remote irraggingibili. The path does not break. It seems that the hand of man has never worked here, and instead when you do not expect to find out what aie charcoal, some remnants of stones placed to make the best forward on the path and also have two huts. Build seems more mystical hermits for a subsistence economy. Yet in this wilderness surrounded by the atmosphere is poignant. The accumulated fatigue is felt , pace becomes slow. The fork looks up close, but as time passes a dam seems insurmountable. A hawk's cry pierces the silence, becomes repetitive, it seems to cry out to all of the presence of an intruder. Top echoes a chamois whistling. The area of \u200b\u200bshadow and the light breeze that diverged into the valley freezes me sweat. I have a bit 'of cramps, but now I'm about to climb over step, where some hikers sit to enjoy the view. I go down a bit 'before taking a break "technique" to catch his breath. The slopes show red brown tones that invite you to stop, reminiscent of days gone by. Gaze runs down the valley Feltre and games of sun and shade of the rocky ridges. I take a little 'race to the nearby church of San Mauro and from there along the path that leads to Lasen obsolete. The country seems to rest lying upstream, few people chatter in the middle, revives one of the houses along the road leading into the valley through meadows and woods. Return to the starting point, the party is gone, they're sbaraccare, St. Martin's got a bit 'in the summer.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
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VAL-VAL Canzoi RETURN PART 1 ^
On this Sunday of November, albeit pale, but other than above that have brought heavy rain to drown half the Veneto, I take perhaps the last chance to "make" a long trek sopraggingere before the snowfall. That sounds a bit 'to overdo . The hike will face in the style combining the trail walking, running and Nordic walking. Arrival at the rural church in Val di Vignui that the day is done. In the meadow vicinal structure is laid for the feast of the patron. Organizers challenge the mood of the time obviously relying on the frequent visits of the saint. M'inoltro along the dirt road in the grayness around him, where the only ones who can dictate a different shade are larches with their late autumn yellow colors ... red. A little 'running a bit' walking the arrival Baslaval a lime-kiln, where raising the look, I see that the bi nu properties have drawn a line and leave no look ahead. I continue on the path, pushing the sticks in the beech forest that has made her barren, abandoned the thick foliage. Only a few branches flaunts sparse leaves, while the "floor" a seductive red carpet covers the slopes. First with bold step, then go up the more realistic affectation steep path up to the dairy Ramezza of High where patches of snow give a touch of brown to white pastures. A short break to roll with the look of the walls of San Mauro emerging from the clouds and starts to climb toward widespread saddle fork meager passage that communicates between the valleys of Canzoi with that of St. Martin, formerly nomata Val Garza. Get there quick stamping caste blanket uppers with designs of the foot. Show me the deer whistles on. Thence to the east the high banks of the Three Stones Cimia and I refer to areas from western epic, to distant places to Rockey Mountains. Before the sun goes across the valley to illuminate a piece of mountain that was in greeting delay, with overhanging rocks, the Acapulco cliffs. Childbirth and go down in the snow, now frozen, of course. First zigzagging not far from superb outdoor walls of the Col Saladen Gai and then into the woods. With a small digression to 'route I'm going to take a look at alpine Scàrnia still in good condition. So I let myself be carried away by running through the beech magic Zocca Alto, then down, left Cold'Istiaga in Val di Canzoi. Meanwhile the sun has been done in the clouds illuminado wide open spaces. Despite myself I find myself always treat to walk in the shade, so I end up yelling a lot of bad luck. Since the unit of Enel from which some 'running, but walking more lightly on the road, gazing Petrarchan waters now so clear and fresh, coming near the' farm dell'Orsera Where does the road to Fraina. 
On this Sunday of November, albeit pale, but other than above that have brought heavy rain to drown half the Veneto, I take perhaps the last chance to "make" a long trek sopraggingere before the snowfall. That sounds a bit 'to overdo . The hike will face in the style combining the trail walking, running and Nordic walking. Arrival at the rural church in Val di Vignui that the day is done. In the meadow vicinal structure is laid for the feast of the patron. Organizers challenge the mood of the time obviously relying on the frequent visits of the saint. M'inoltro along the dirt road in the grayness around him, where the only ones who can dictate a different shade are larches with their late autumn yellow colors ... red. A little 'running a bit' walking the arrival Baslaval a lime-kiln, where raising the look, I see that the bi nu properties have drawn a line and leave no look ahead. I continue on the path, pushing the sticks in the beech forest that has made her barren, abandoned the thick foliage. Only a few branches flaunts sparse leaves, while the "floor" a seductive red carpet covers the slopes. First with bold step, then go up the more realistic affectation steep path up to the dairy Ramezza of High where patches of snow give a touch of brown to white pastures. A short break to roll with the look of the walls of San Mauro emerging from the clouds and starts to climb toward widespread saddle fork meager passage that communicates between the valleys of Canzoi with that of St. Martin, formerly nomata Val Garza. Get there quick stamping caste blanket uppers with designs of the foot. Show me the deer whistles on. Thence to the east the high banks of the Three Stones Cimia and I refer to areas from western epic, to distant places to Rockey Mountains. Before the sun goes across the valley to illuminate a piece of mountain that was in greeting delay, with overhanging rocks, the Acapulco cliffs. Childbirth and go down in the snow, now frozen, of course. First zigzagging not far from superb outdoor walls of the Col Saladen Gai and then into the woods. With a small digression to 'route I'm going to take a look at alpine Scàrnia still in good condition. So I let myself be carried away by running through the beech magic Zocca Alto, then down, left Cold'Istiaga in Val di Canzoi. Meanwhile the sun has been done in the clouds illuminado wide open spaces. Despite myself I find myself always treat to walk in the shade, so I end up yelling a lot of bad luck. Since the unit of Enel from which some 'running, but walking more lightly on the road, gazing Petrarchan waters now so clear and fresh, coming near the' farm dell'Orsera Where does the road to Fraina.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Bladder Infections And Discharge
for Snow
I've never written on this blog, though Luke, very kind, I have always invited. I did not write it to fit your business, mine are very small thing ...! Then recently I had myself a log and took away time .. already closed as well as for the question time, partly because of a few pseudo "anonymous" who amused themselves by writing insults and the like without the courage to sign. ... Patience ! Sometimes better to 'disappear' and the mountains from the truth rather than live behind a video gnawing and chasing people!
I saw that the log is a bit 'firm, and then I had the wish to "live" for a second the "slow" and tell you my resume skiing. ...
were three months that I was still, except for a short walk in ... valsesia stops because of a hip bursitis, exit after returning from high street No. 2 of the Dolomites made last August. ... And we add a little forgiving weather! From mid-September, has not done a decent weekend! We are the 13th consecutive weekend of bad weather! Negative pressure stuff!!
So after the adventures of "sick", after a ride orthopaedist who syringed the hip with cortisone and said "so we'll see in a few years back and then in 20 years to rebuild the femoral head ".... after a few days of ice and also to jag .. etc. ... we say that the desire to try to ski there. ... and how!
It looks .. It reads .... The weather is not forgiving! Saturday is saved, but not all day! At noon we already have a disturbance on the head ... we opt for expensive Germanasca valley, valley side of the Chisone valley (the valley that leads to Sestriere from Pinerolo), the top of the other times ... we have already risen. And as for now tours the "new" we do not have plans .... We run after the beautiful snow! What do we do that often, moving around Italy ... last year we were always Cuneo in ... you now have an invitation to Val Malenco, where I know only the lace stairs, climbed a few years back ... on skis. We'll see where it takes us to the snow and friends!
Saturday we are with members of the expedition in Ecuador, and Gian Matteo Dario. Starting early, at 9 Indritti we are where we are able to park a few meters from the village, where a good sign for no parking except for residents, desist from any place the car in two feet of snow to start!
The cold is understood, there is also a bit 'of wind, and we see the bottom of the valley, as well as the hat of Envie, with blizzard ...
the area to Sestriere is already covered ... we start following the trail up above the pasture, where you can then cut in sparse woods, to get higher and higher.
The intense cold (-8 ° at the start was at 9 am), but no wind, you can not sweat big time! Moroso and members should be, keeping in view. But they are slow, the quadriceps femoris hurts a lot. ... And the track straight (but who has traced caspiterina ?!!?!?!?) and smoothed by the passes does not help! I do track me, even if you draw in 40 cm of powder is not the best with my gambetta ....
Say others to go, until I go up and then I can recover ... they go down, I see them more on
I stop to eat and drink before the end of the sparse forest, I see up there in the wind-swept summit. The Gambetta from 'bother, but I can still continue! Then I see the slope on the right, what is derived by going straight down from the top .... Oh no! At least u still little 'I have to go!
The track goes straight up (?!?!?!) the woods. ... Goes off on the right track, pointing to the center of the slope and then I see the higher, with some zig zag is the slope of farinella beautiful and salt in top of turning off more ... I'll take it! It is not drawn to cool the rest of the people who are going ennemila (Gulliver effect!) Continue straight on the track ... mah! My partners do not see them for a while '... the blue sky in the morning begins to veil themselves, but for now there is no wind, except for some sporadic bursts that manages to top of the hill.
I go slowly, slowly, his breathing slightly labored ... .3 months of inactivity are felt! But the sweetest track makes at least your leg does not hurt ... and then the snow around ... beautiful, almost dusty ... uncut ... leads to rise again!
reach 200 meters from the summit .. fatigue begins to be felt, here I choose .... Or climb to the top of dressing like a penguin, jacket wind, mask, gloves, and maybe first find my partners ... or I stop, Spello, eat / drink or wait and see if I get off. I opt for the second solution: after 3 months, better to go slow at the first exit! The total would be 1100 meters of altitude ... and something for today, it's okay if I stop here! And then the nice slope in front of me ... .. gratifies me already! I do not have time to remove the backpack to remove the skins, which a good gust of wind chill leads me to put everything on me! Luckily they're still away, leave me quiet then remove everything and get dressed, drinking hot tea ... while I look up and look down is going up .. still a lot of people! Many slopes and a few rackets. Su, I get a little farther on, 2 ... From as skiing, I think the first part above is like saying .... The festival of the crust! I see others go down ... just start to feel cold ... the body is well insulated, but not very hands and feet ... well, are those who have suffered most over the years, have taken a lot of freezing cold and some principle other drink ... tea, meanwhile I close my boots .... Members still can not see! But stop there, he begins to be a torture! Hooked on skis, go down a bit here ... the snow is varied: some aspects of flour, some wind slab already hard ... I stop on a Dossetti, sheltered from the wind. ... More waiting ... see the ... other ... other two down. The minutes pass slowly ... the clock is under the jacket, I can not move the layers to see times or more ... do not even know what time it is! We left at 9:20 from the car, but I have no idea how I got in that time .... This time I went in feeling, going at the speed allowed by the legs and Wind does it again ... so cold! I put the backpack and go down a little while .... Here the snow is very nice and powdery! Skiing sank with the boot to the ankle! I will not be able, not to remember how you did that to ringed curves ... but then the body remembers, her legs bend and fold into gestures that are etched into the body and mind .... I do take my hand and I will stop only at the end of the slope, where the forest begins. ... Accidentally! It's over too quickly!
I see from the ridge, where I was a little while ago, members! I recognize them by way of skiing Dani ... front, with the "svirgolare" which on the one hand, Gian Dario further, to look for the steeper sections. ... Teo has back problems ...! I see the contract to plow and too often .... And then there's ... fourth in a few seconds I reached the fourth is a member met at the top, Claudio, who has joined. Teo had seen good .... Leg cramps due to cold!
Go down quick! They tell me that they stopped under a large boulder behind the top ... that most of the people was stopped at a smaller peak-collar ... but from there you could not catch the slopes that we remember so well .... We go down in the woods ... which unfortunately is not as good as over! Here, the steps required, have formed a lot of ruts, holes of those who went on foot (we saw people walking with skis on their shoulders?!? Mah!), Or broke through with snowshoes, or have caught an air hole formed by rhododendrons or stones ... you have to pay much attention! Just get on a water hole and ... wham! One broke his leg in a nothing! In short we are grazing just above the road. ... The last field is split over the country! Meanwhile, the sun is a white ball in the clouds that covered the sky. The machine makes you feel the cold and the wind has come .... It's only 12.50 and should be the hottest time. ... The -5 ° thermometer marks! We are one of the first down. ... Going into account 30 machines including our own ... ... you end up eating! The brazed Praly is always a nice place!
There is fatigue, pain and ice will be tonight, after a hot shower .... But the joy of being up in the midst of what for me is the most beautiful room, the snow ... so here is indescribable in words! 3 months away from the mountains, to look out the window of the house ... numbing feelings, close to the head of the desire to climb the mountains to feel like not having to come to terms with reality .... But then when you go up, when the wind is in front of clouds you, when breathing speeds up, when you start to feel warm despite the bitter cold ... when you look around and it is as if you had never been away ... here! Then everything disappears! The wall created to not feel bad if they should be ... and still the joy, satisfaction, the desire for more snow!
Elena
Saturday, October 16, 2010
How Much Is It To Rent A Chuppah
Cauriol
Alpine Francesco De Bastiani, class of 1994, within the 7th Alpini Regiment, 66 Battalion "Feltre", one among many who lived in first person the 'epic' of Cauriol during the First World War. Among his memories, that leaves most upset, was the 'attack to conquer the summit, over one hundred men, only a dozen survived. Rather than by bullets, were killed by the shock of rocks thrown by the Austrians who were at the top. Given the nature of the land for those who went up there was no escape. Were saved only those who had the quickness to take refuge it under the rocks and wait for night to withdraw. Small incidents of fighting a senseless war of position that swept a generation of young people. Battles at enormous cost of human lives unnecessarily use to conquer a peak to lose you again tomorrow. With this and other memories of the grandfather of my wife I am going to climb. Meteorologists had predicted a sudden drop in temperatures at the beginning of September. In fact, the refuge Refavaie blows a cold wind chill. Date back along the forest path beside the bed of a stream flowing powerfully harnessed downstream, the higher you will soften in a thousand streams each revealing its own melody, its own character. The sky is clear, beyond the forest Senior fir, can be seen self-cones of the peaks that form the complex of the Cima d'Asta. A pasture ponds follow signs to the Cauriol. I climbed up a steep, hard (after all ... we are alpine) which persists to induce fatigue. From time to time traces can be seen as ruins of the church, the command of the battalion, the same track that stifle nell'oblioe nell'incuria time. Then suddenly, over the woods, I find myself under the steep slope toward the south. Date back hard, too, voted as the Alpine to the sacrifice and I identify with them in this environment for goats. Between landslides, sparse tracks passing through the remains of trenches, trenches, barracks, continuation unstoppable to the top, in a breathtaking scenery. Wide open spaces, blue skies, green valleys, silences accompanying each step. In an orchestra of top peaks seem to pose for my view. Traces of ice still persists in the cold night, the wind is easing in the hot sun, the stones seem to speak. People who stop coming down, you let yourself be enchanted by the place. After a break that allows me to focus on stories of a time I get off on the way past the Italian Small and Cauriol Sadole step, first corricchiando then travel back to the valley, while the clouds slowly take hold of heaven, a prelude to bad weather looming in the night will bring the first snow next september.
Silver And Chlorophyll Sinus Wash
VAL A CASOLE
path like this that pulls back the hidden Casole Val, Val Canzoi tributaries, east over the lake, having been forgotten long since lost its function, is slowly disappearing . The route led to a hut where the man had taken away the hardships of rough place a space for their own subsistence needs. In an old guide there is also the description of this path. The lack of usability el 'abandoned maintenance means that small variations due to damage caused by natural disasters, landslides (even minor), a blend of important vegetation regrowth and no longer controlled, or the same infiltration of the forest into a grassy slope can hide its sentiero.Anche if there are descriptions of specific references, these details sometimes become useless. Remains the hiker the ability to read the land, to understand how men could move in time. Understanding the tracks, the lay of the land, the light show and a thousand other details, can help you reach your destination. So in my journey I had to make good use of these "perceptions". See also in the dense vegetation reveal the remains of the activities of the past COPMA spaces for charcoal, stone walls that served to stabilize the route, places of approvigiamento of water, the grassy slope that was once grazed by cattle, now wreck the woods of tall trees, the ruins of the same dairy, they make you feel part of the territory. Nearby in the piece down a gully from the group of three stones in a ambientesevero, rude, in a chorus of high, craggy rock faces powerful that command respect, but that amplify the silences, fears that free the soul and at the same time being of freedom. 
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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FUTURE MEMORY
Along the path leading from the piazza to the shelter, there are two fountains that were once the concrete can be used by people who pass by those involved in adjacent dwellings or livestock to the pastures saliva. Looks great if the date of construction: 1938 followed by the Roman numerals XVI (which stands for 16 years of the fascist era) with the top not visible in the bas-relief image of the beam accompanied by the acronym NFP. All in a state of decay, abandoned nell'incuria with herbs and shrubs that tend to hide. Rainwater stagnates in the tub accepting leaves macerated slowly. In today's times like those addicted to celebrate any sort of celebration to the memory "(Palios, reconstructions of battles, re-enactments of scenes from life ... way) who knows what in store for these two basins through 2038, the centennial year. Perhaps return to the old splendore, magari per il tempo di una festa. Oppure verranno riprestinate alla loro vecchia funzione perchè i fasti del nostro tempo si saranno sopiti e saremo tornati ai lavori ed alle fatiche di un tempo, o forse l'oblio del tempo le farà diventare tesori nascosti a futura "scoperta archeologica".
Along the path leading from the piazza to the shelter, there are two fountains that were once the concrete can be used by people who pass by those involved in adjacent dwellings or livestock to the pastures saliva. Looks great if the date of construction: 1938 followed by the Roman numerals XVI (which stands for 16 years of the fascist era) with the top not visible in the bas-relief image of the beam accompanied by the acronym NFP. All in a state of decay, abandoned nell'incuria with herbs and shrubs that tend to hide. Rainwater stagnates in the tub accepting leaves macerated slowly. In today's times like those addicted to celebrate any sort of celebration to the memory "(Palios, reconstructions of battles, re-enactments of scenes from life ... way) who knows what in store for these two basins through 2038, the centennial year. Perhaps return to the old splendore, magari per il tempo di una festa. Oppure verranno riprestinate alla loro vecchia funzione perchè i fasti del nostro tempo si saranno sopiti e saremo tornati ai lavori ed alle fatiche di un tempo, o forse l'oblio del tempo le farà diventare tesori nascosti a futura "scoperta archeologica".
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Thank You Community Service
FLASHES OF LIGHT
Ciò accade quando l'aria è tersa e nel cielo scorrono veloci le nuvole. Negli spazi di blu s'infiltrano i raggi del sole. Nascono così dei giochi di luci ed ombre che esaltano le peculiarità dei particolari che generalmente non si notano. Così si evidenziano le caratteristiche come quando nelle theatrical scenes illuminate the lights of the reflectors. Insignificant things become stars for a moment, the time it enhances the light. Thus the recesses of the rocks, forms of trees, anglazioni slopes, ridges of mountains they magnify in their " personality." 
Ciò accade quando l'aria è tersa e nel cielo scorrono veloci le nuvole. Negli spazi di blu s'infiltrano i raggi del sole. Nascono così dei giochi di luci ed ombre che esaltano le peculiarità dei particolari che generalmente non si notano. Così si evidenziano le caratteristiche come quando nelle theatrical scenes illuminate the lights of the reflectors. Insignificant things become stars for a moment, the time it enhances the light. Thus the recesses of the rocks, forms of trees, anglazioni slopes, ridges of mountains they magnify in their " personality."
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wall Primer For Canvas
Cimonega
Clear. On top, at dawn is an intense blue guess. No cloud hovers in the sky. Lake Valley Canzoi is rippled by a gentle breeze and the mountains are clearly seen seem to dance. Meanwhile, the peaks of the first rays of sun burn. Run after walking the rising sun behind the thick foliage of the vegetation. Abandoned the road to Frassen, stormed up the steep path that runs alongside the Caorame that in this narrow valley runs in a continuous succession of waterfalls, chutes and potholes of clear water, blue. In a move that I know very well, I fixed the intermediate points as goals to speed up mentally. The sunlight falls on the slopes relentless highlighting the peculiarities of rocks and ridges. From time to time I scan the sky seems so blue sea turned upside down. Arrival in dairy Cimonega, where he reveals the apotheosis of this detached corner of dolomites in ancient geological eras from the Pale di San Martino and wrecked on the reefs of the Vette. The clear of the rocks is enhanced in the blue sky. Sass de Mura Mez de Piz, Piz Sagron of the Eleven of Sasso, Sasso Largo, blackhead follow each other in the amphitheater as a gala stars. My regular pace, but quickly takes me to the quick red bivouacs Cai (Feltham and W. Bodo). From there look down the green valley where they seem Cimonega magnet strips of all white streams of water that gather before throwing a leap into the valley. Greeted the few patrons I walk back to the heart of the place between glaciated knobs, lean and green slopes, now climbing rocks or crumbly scree. I want to reach the ridge top, with his eyes to wander over. I follow the thin path that leads to the attack of the normal route to Piz Sagron. I go up to top of the ploughshare, which thence south wall below the circus, first of all for around sinks like an abyss. In the north the view flies on to the paddles of San Martino, down towards the green valley of the Mis. Countries that emerge here and there as white spots. Meanwhile, the clouds begin to wander malignant, then stationed on the heights, then hide them. I could climb the Piz. But given the irregularity of the clouds I go for a ride to the base between scree, small plants and flowers the pioneers of rock lay scattered in a mess that looks like a combination of contemporary art. Here is the kingdom of chamois, all'impovviso emerge from behind the ridge, then run fast way to the ledges. I go right behind the Mez de Piz to look at the rock slopes that descend to the valley Giasenozza in a bare and harsh environment. The collapse of rocks at the side of the Piz Sagron evoke scenes from epics of western movies. From up here you can enjoy a nice glance towards the valley floor of the Queen, I'm going to "recover" getting absorbed in the silence of the place. Then a long throw me back down into the valley.
Clear. On top, at dawn is an intense blue guess. No cloud hovers in the sky. Lake Valley Canzoi is rippled by a gentle breeze and the mountains are clearly seen seem to dance. Meanwhile, the peaks of the first rays of sun burn. Run after walking the rising sun behind the thick foliage of the vegetation. Abandoned the road to Frassen, stormed up the steep path that runs alongside the Caorame that in this narrow valley runs in a continuous succession of waterfalls, chutes and potholes of clear water, blue. In a move that I know very well, I fixed the intermediate points as goals to speed up mentally. The sunlight falls on the slopes relentless highlighting the peculiarities of rocks and ridges. From time to time I scan the sky seems so blue sea turned upside down. Arrival in dairy Cimonega, where he reveals the apotheosis of this detached corner of dolomites in ancient geological eras from the Pale di San Martino and wrecked on the reefs of the Vette. The clear of the rocks is enhanced in the blue sky. Sass de Mura Mez de Piz, Piz Sagron of the Eleven of Sasso, Sasso Largo, blackhead follow each other in the amphitheater as a gala stars. My regular pace, but quickly takes me to the quick red bivouacs Cai (Feltham and W. Bodo). From there look down the green valley where they seem Cimonega magnet strips of all white streams of water that gather before throwing a leap into the valley. Greeted the few patrons I walk back to the heart of the place between glaciated knobs, lean and green slopes, now climbing rocks or crumbly scree. I want to reach the ridge top, with his eyes to wander over. I follow the thin path that leads to the attack of the normal route to Piz Sagron. I go up to top of the ploughshare, which thence south wall below the circus, first of all for around sinks like an abyss. In the north the view flies on to the paddles of San Martino, down towards the green valley of the Mis. Countries that emerge here and there as white spots. Meanwhile, the clouds begin to wander malignant, then stationed on the heights, then hide them. I could climb the Piz. But given the irregularity of the clouds I go for a ride to the base between scree, small plants and flowers the pioneers of rock lay scattered in a mess that looks like a combination of contemporary art. Here is the kingdom of chamois, all'impovviso emerge from behind the ridge, then run fast way to the ledges. I go right behind the Mez de Piz to look at the rock slopes that descend to the valley Giasenozza in a bare and harsh environment. The collapse of rocks at the side of the Piz Sagron evoke scenes from epics of western movies. From up here you can enjoy a nice glance towards the valley floor of the Queen, I'm going to "recover" getting absorbed in the silence of the place. Then a long throw me back down into the valley.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Can You Give Dogs Clonazepam
SASSO PARING (2227 m.)
parties that the sunlight has already flooded the mountains. It 's a clear day. The colors are very different from each other. I walk along the dirt road that will take me to the bottom of the valley Vignui leaving behind the isolated church of San Martino, a small masterpiece of religious folk art probably built on an ancient observation tower of the ancient Roman road, the Via Claudia Augusta alleged that connected the Adriatic Altino Augsburg in Germany. Way duvuto stop after a period of a physical ailment and I have to find a satisfactory pace. I'd like to climb on top of Sasso thin, the last summit of the long range of peaks Feltrine who turns to the east. Hence the net sink in a clear pyramid towards the rocky valley Neva. It will be a long grind of about eighteen hundred yards positive ... a chance for those still a bit 'of time. On the high peaks of light burst, the slopes in the shade waiting impatiently for the sun to go down "drunk." Calchera to take the path that in dense vegetation brings me to the steep pastures Ramezza High, long abandoned, but which retains its bucolic charm. The fatigue that occurs during the ascent route leads me to change: I could climb the wild Forcelletta, or settle for thin and fork then why not stay here a bit 'to the dairy to enjoy the rock walls of San Mauro or Ramezza so rich variety of landscapes, rocks mixed with grassy slopes, in forests and peaks at fault ... but because of the good weather, a peak never reached, not wanting to give up leads me to continue. Struts on lawns still full of moods at night, then leaves in the sun creeps in the forest, and among the pine woods that characterize this part of the mountain. Higher jagged rocks, giving way to fantasies, s'indovinano ramparts, fortresses towers fantastic way. Picolo dripping of water give a touch of magic. Date back to the path that has now linked to the high street that connects 2 Boz to the bivouac by Piaz, a curious serpentine path that follows the indentations of the rocks. Meanwhile, I turn up the look at the research site easier to climb to the top. I turn up on a grassy slope and direct way, with several breaks, from the side of rocks until I get out among mountain pines on the ridge where I was having to parry wide views to other groups of the Dolomites. I walk on the edge of the ridge. Towards the north will open up steep ravines, between jagged ridges and gullies that spin fast to the underlying scree penddi wooded. I feel sucked and I instinctively flinch. Then I get on the plane ridge almost "breathing" in the sky and I look at the brief summit. Meanwhile, fast and broken clouds and fog back to the valley, obscuring the view. Then how come they disappear, but others go back. I restrain myself to look at distant horizons. Descends along the route. Taken the path I'm looking for what's set to Giazzera Ramezza. Here once climbed the quarrymen of ice and entered into a large cave in which to accumulate snow. Cut blocks of ice carried down with slides for the deep canyon into the valley where they were loaded on wagons and andavano a rifornire la birreria di Pedavena. Fatiche immani per guadagnare un tozzo di pane e l'oblio non ha lasciato che un misero segno di passaggio a futura memoria. Ritorno a valle anch'io stanchissimo.
parties that the sunlight has already flooded the mountains. It 's a clear day. The colors are very different from each other. I walk along the dirt road that will take me to the bottom of the valley Vignui leaving behind the isolated church of San Martino, a small masterpiece of religious folk art probably built on an ancient observation tower of the ancient Roman road, the Via Claudia Augusta alleged that connected the Adriatic Altino Augsburg in Germany. Way duvuto stop after a period of a physical ailment and I have to find a satisfactory pace. I'd like to climb on top of Sasso thin, the last summit of the long range of peaks Feltrine who turns to the east. Hence the net sink in a clear pyramid towards the rocky valley Neva. It will be a long grind of about eighteen hundred yards positive ... a chance for those still a bit 'of time. On the high peaks of light burst, the slopes in the shade waiting impatiently for the sun to go down "drunk." Calchera to take the path that in dense vegetation brings me to the steep pastures Ramezza High, long abandoned, but which retains its bucolic charm. The fatigue that occurs during the ascent route leads me to change: I could climb the wild Forcelletta, or settle for thin and fork then why not stay here a bit 'to the dairy to enjoy the rock walls of San Mauro or Ramezza so rich variety of landscapes, rocks mixed with grassy slopes, in forests and peaks at fault ... but because of the good weather, a peak never reached, not wanting to give up leads me to continue. Struts on lawns still full of moods at night, then leaves in the sun creeps in the forest, and among the pine woods that characterize this part of the mountain. Higher jagged rocks, giving way to fantasies, s'indovinano ramparts, fortresses towers fantastic way. Picolo dripping of water give a touch of magic. Date back to the path that has now linked to the high street that connects 2 Boz to the bivouac by Piaz, a curious serpentine path that follows the indentations of the rocks. Meanwhile, I turn up the look at the research site easier to climb to the top. I turn up on a grassy slope and direct way, with several breaks, from the side of rocks until I get out among mountain pines on the ridge where I was having to parry wide views to other groups of the Dolomites. I walk on the edge of the ridge. Towards the north will open up steep ravines, between jagged ridges and gullies that spin fast to the underlying scree penddi wooded. I feel sucked and I instinctively flinch. Then I get on the plane ridge almost "breathing" in the sky and I look at the brief summit. Meanwhile, fast and broken clouds and fog back to the valley, obscuring the view. Then how come they disappear, but others go back. I restrain myself to look at distant horizons. Descends along the route. Taken the path I'm looking for what's set to Giazzera Ramezza. Here once climbed the quarrymen of ice and entered into a large cave in which to accumulate snow. Cut blocks of ice carried down with slides for the deep canyon into the valley where they were loaded on wagons and andavano a rifornire la birreria di Pedavena. Fatiche immani per guadagnare un tozzo di pane e l'oblio non ha lasciato che un misero segno di passaggio a futura memoria. Ritorno a valle anch'io stanchissimo.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Really High Soft Cervix A Week Before Period
ASSAULT IN THE TOWER GROUP OF MUSHROOM
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Grigna Southern Group Mushroom
Torre (1728 m)
Via Corti (D-, 70 m, V) and Via Pilon (D-, 110 m, V)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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Grigna Southern Group Mushroom
Torre (1728 m)
Via Corti (D-, 70 m, V) and Via Pilon (D-, 110 m, V)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Although it is August, this year I have a workload monstrous ... I have to take, with nails and teeth, the few hours available when I can, by grasping at the chance ...
deals, however, we must build sapersele, because if it is blind luck, bad luck sees us very well ...
So what? The bad luck that, as the cloud of Fantozzi, is always there, lurking, and above all, listens to you.
Al phone, then spend some 'time between Friday and Monday to curse the work and to repeat that, alas, the planned trip Tuesday with Luigi Slowrun had gone to hell ... In fact, accomplices and SMS messaging code in a phone call yesterday evening, me and Louise we are at 7 at his home in Lecco.
A greeting and then chat in the car, to the Resinelli. A caffettino the oven, then off to the Direttissima ...
There is a dog around a lot 'and arrive at a good pace, surrounded by a fog of fumes typically grigneschi, the deviation for the group of the fungus.
The path is definitely climbing, to be followed very carefully, but it settles well soon at the base of that wonderful group ...
I've never ridden this particular group of needles so ... Luigi gets the ball and gives me a linkage "unusual" or via the Courts Tower, rappelling in the channel between Torre and mushroom to stop the starting edge of Boga, before which there is the rest of the starting Pylons way, recently re-equipped, that the good Louis still has not done.
Climb the courts ... In the fog. Two good shots and IV + V continuous rock fabulous ... On top one can see close to live across the tops of the Lancia and Mushroom ... It almost seems like we can jump on top of ...
begin the long double attack that we must file the Pylons via ...
omit, too, that near the end of the room, I can land just above the good that I was watching Louis, sedendomici above ... Fantozziana a scene that involves us in a good laugh and quite long sentences that I can not mention.
We are in a canyon of majestic beauty and awesome, including the momentum of the Tower and the Mushroom, while below us playing some chamois, causing small explosions for falling rocks ...
The voices of hikers who pass through the Direttissima, and yet a million miles away from any marked trail and the only way out is to go for the top ...
Way Pylons is poorly understood, perhaps because of recent refitting. They are 110 meters + IV and V constant, beautiful rock for the first two shots ... Luigi
salt, feel enjoy the beauty of rock climbing and I scream. The first 40 meters are demanding on the physical level, the difficulty never gives up, but the rock is fabulous ... The second shot also has a nice technical diedrino wall and then still open, with blades and handles, often verticalissime or more. A final deposit diedrino I parked, where we look, thanks to the arrival of a little 'sun, an unusual perspective to the mushroom and a minimum of scenery.
The third shot, however, we reserve a strange surprise. A stretch of six to seven meters yellowish, delicate, quite different from the rocks so far known, except to say that Louis goes "here all is not balance ... Then he disappears beyond the vertical ... She calls me from the summit, after forty meters yarn.
I go quiet, enjoying the rock to the "Giallone ... Here I
very clumsy, I remain in the hands of a couple of holds that they consider good and I can not get on top of the situation. To avoid temptation, I remove the reference (so I can keep from Luigi), the warning to be careful and stop if necessary and try to right ... Incrodo me and I have to hang ...
left Provo ... Same as above with potatoes. I'm hanging ... And I run.
wait a couple of minutes, study the passage ... I decided to try it. I climb right on two flakes, I can stretch just enough and I find a handle for the left, it seems enough ... I lift up my legs and I can still come up ... Meeting the rock and go from yellow to gray ...
It's not over: the vertical wall is still beautiful, but the rock is a new gray-white, but the few good offers that you would like handles, the blades, although steep, they make you raise ...
arrival on the ridge and I am welcomed by a white rock work, full of spikes and hourglasses pretty sure ...
I'm out, grinning with Luigi ...
You tease, one photographer and a drink ...
followed by a double hundred feet long that settles notch between tower and bell tower, passing first along the normal to the Tower ...
you think it's over?
stain ...
The strings (of course) fit and Luis, after pulling down everything that could be called into question, must go back with Prusik, while I continue to sing the praises of his new strings ... In short
Louis is back to base. The strings are "made up" and start again ...
It 's the highlight of the trip.
No, I'm not talking about a road, but the platter of meats and cheeses with beers to Resinelli ...
Some sunshine allows us, before arriving dall'Ercole, to do some photos, then down to the Direttissima ... Then a few laughs, beer, sausages and ciacole with Hercules ...
the phone with Mark Anghileri we feel that we knew in the Dolomites.
us that is coming down from the Marmolada ... He had tried the "fish" and has taken hail and snow ... It sends us warmly to fuck tell because we have a lot of fun.
The rest is a history of daily flight ...
return to Lecce, Luigi with greetings, incoming calls on your mobile (insults throttle) and go back home ... Shower and PC, late into the night.
But who cares, this is in the bag ... Thanks Luigi, the prox.
deals, however, we must build sapersele, because if it is blind luck, bad luck sees us very well ...
So what? The bad luck that, as the cloud of Fantozzi, is always there, lurking, and above all, listens to you.
Al phone, then spend some 'time between Friday and Monday to curse the work and to repeat that, alas, the planned trip Tuesday with Luigi Slowrun had gone to hell ... In fact, accomplices and SMS messaging code in a phone call yesterday evening, me and Louise we are at 7 at his home in Lecco.
A greeting and then chat in the car, to the Resinelli. A caffettino the oven, then off to the Direttissima ...
There is a dog around a lot 'and arrive at a good pace, surrounded by a fog of fumes typically grigneschi, the deviation for the group of the fungus.
The path is definitely climbing, to be followed very carefully, but it settles well soon at the base of that wonderful group ...
I've never ridden this particular group of needles so ... Luigi gets the ball and gives me a linkage "unusual" or via the Courts Tower, rappelling in the channel between Torre and mushroom to stop the starting edge of Boga, before which there is the rest of the starting Pylons way, recently re-equipped, that the good Louis still has not done.
Climb the courts ... In the fog. Two good shots and IV + V continuous rock fabulous ... On top one can see close to live across the tops of the Lancia and Mushroom ... It almost seems like we can jump on top of ...
begin the long double attack that we must file the Pylons via ...
omit, too, that near the end of the room, I can land just above the good that I was watching Louis, sedendomici above ... Fantozziana a scene that involves us in a good laugh and quite long sentences that I can not mention.
We are in a canyon of majestic beauty and awesome, including the momentum of the Tower and the Mushroom, while below us playing some chamois, causing small explosions for falling rocks ...
The voices of hikers who pass through the Direttissima, and yet a million miles away from any marked trail and the only way out is to go for the top ...
Way Pylons is poorly understood, perhaps because of recent refitting. They are 110 meters + IV and V constant, beautiful rock for the first two shots ... Luigi
salt, feel enjoy the beauty of rock climbing and I scream. The first 40 meters are demanding on the physical level, the difficulty never gives up, but the rock is fabulous ... The second shot also has a nice technical diedrino wall and then still open, with blades and handles, often verticalissime or more. A final deposit diedrino I parked, where we look, thanks to the arrival of a little 'sun, an unusual perspective to the mushroom and a minimum of scenery.
The third shot, however, we reserve a strange surprise. A stretch of six to seven meters yellowish, delicate, quite different from the rocks so far known, except to say that Louis goes "here all is not balance ... Then he disappears beyond the vertical ... She calls me from the summit, after forty meters yarn.
I go quiet, enjoying the rock to the "Giallone ... Here I
very clumsy, I remain in the hands of a couple of holds that they consider good and I can not get on top of the situation. To avoid temptation, I remove the reference (so I can keep from Luigi), the warning to be careful and stop if necessary and try to right ... Incrodo me and I have to hang ...
left Provo ... Same as above with potatoes. I'm hanging ... And I run.
wait a couple of minutes, study the passage ... I decided to try it. I climb right on two flakes, I can stretch just enough and I find a handle for the left, it seems enough ... I lift up my legs and I can still come up ... Meeting the rock and go from yellow to gray ...
It's not over: the vertical wall is still beautiful, but the rock is a new gray-white, but the few good offers that you would like handles, the blades, although steep, they make you raise ...
arrival on the ridge and I am welcomed by a white rock work, full of spikes and hourglasses pretty sure ...
I'm out, grinning with Luigi ...
You tease, one photographer and a drink ...
followed by a double hundred feet long that settles notch between tower and bell tower, passing first along the normal to the Tower ...
you think it's over?
stain ...
The strings (of course) fit and Luis, after pulling down everything that could be called into question, must go back with Prusik, while I continue to sing the praises of his new strings ... In short
Louis is back to base. The strings are "made up" and start again ...
It 's the highlight of the trip.
No, I'm not talking about a road, but the platter of meats and cheeses with beers to Resinelli ...
Some sunshine allows us, before arriving dall'Ercole, to do some photos, then down to the Direttissima ... Then a few laughs, beer, sausages and ciacole with Hercules ...
the phone with Mark Anghileri we feel that we knew in the Dolomites.
us that is coming down from the Marmolada ... He had tried the "fish" and has taken hail and snow ... It sends us warmly to fuck tell because we have a lot of fun.
The rest is a history of daily flight ...
return to Lecce, Luigi with greetings, incoming calls on your mobile (insults throttle) and go back home ... Shower and PC, late into the night.
But who cares, this is in the bag ... Thanks Luigi, the prox.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Stomach Ache From Wine
Following the trail of priests & FAŽANA on the pumpkin on the tower of Pesciola
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Lombardy Alps
Group of Zuccone Campelli
Pumpkin Pesciola, Via Third Tower
Fasana-Brahmins (120 m, IV, IV-comp. )
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Lombardy Alps
Group of Zuccone Campelli
Pumpkin Pesciola, Via Third Tower
Fasana-Brahmins (120 m, IV, IV-comp. )
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
E 'in August and, unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view, the work keeps me in the trenches barricaded in a very exaggerated and verging on inhumane ...
Thank God, however, are on Wednesdays and tradition, which has become almost "use" of leaks from the city ...
's so that on Tuesday evening, with the usual snacks mate David Brianza iron, we agree for a ride to the Plans of Bobbio ...
The chronicle follows the usual script, except the alarm time, more human because, contrary to ethics of someone, we decide to use the ropeway to get to the Plans of Bobbio.
The meeting is at the valley station username plants, where a first cup of coffee welcomes you in the City of Barzio.
Climb with the first cable car. There are many hikers ready to leave, primarily one of the dreaded "Golden Age Group" composed of the wicked boys aged 60 and over, recognized for training and vitality than scary to that of the twenties ... Go - to listen to talks - to do the full-fat ... It must be envy for the happiness and joy that show and reveal that at every pore. Generally, noisy groups tend to bother me, but especially in the goalscoring stakes case posos not help but smile and a silent greeting to send Eloro great respect and sympathy for these eternal boys, gray-haired but strong and happy.
A couple more strings closer together with us with great strides to Lecco, where we arrive in fifteen minutes. Here, after coffee, we also encounter the GA Fabio compango lenses in a pair of very nice ... We have more or less the same objective, the Third Tower Pumpkin Pesciola. They rise to the sharp edges of the Bergamaschi, we opt for the Brahmins-Fasana. We salute you, not before he expressed admiration for the volitività the girl, who just returned from a brutot accident, climbed with the corset almost flawless. Beautiful show of force, lady! Congratulations!
The road is pleasant, clearly follows a ramp, then using grooves and dihedral-spigoletti to get in five or six shots (depending on who turns or not to use all elements arranged stops) on the Cresta Ongania, which then follows without difficulty tirelli for two to the final wall of the two fireplaces.
In all you get a nice alley of 200 meters in abundance, mostly between the fourth and fourth-grade, with passage just a few spicier on the penultimate shot of the Brahmins-Fažana ever higher, however, the IV +.
The route was equipped with resin and offers endless possibilities for integration and as many possibilities to choose the path, looking perhaps less brittle and more direct passages of the original path.
In short, a climb very pleasant, quiet and to enjoy, even if, strictly speaking, being north facing, although it was August 4th, we had to come up with long sleeves and blowing on their hands because they were numb ...
In particular the first two pitches on the plate that raises the ramp and the ramp dihedral dihedral real Initially, I suffered not a little to the insensitivity of the fingers ... An uncomfortable feeling, that you can trust not to the estate of the fingers ... In any case, after a while, a couple of accomplices passaggini voluntarily made in a "brutal", I can warm up and progress a bit 'more decently.
The next three pitches, logical, now follow the ramp-dihedral, and now spigoletti Saltini that surround it, usually on the right, separated by vertical Saltini more "internal" absolutely delightful and never dull. The exit to the Cresta
Ongania gives the encounter with the warm sun and views dle not too damaged by the storm clouds that are gathering slowly. We went almost preserved tirelli for two, to the base of the first of the two chimneys IV, which mark the end of the Cresta Ongania. The first is also the most difficult, with an attack to study and make a healthy use of the split, a passaggetto quite tiring but all in all fun. The rest of the chimney is pure Goduria. The second, however, is only Goduria technique, with the supports and handles all eli Where would you find there, with its splendid spigoletto output on the left before you come out of the grass ridge top.
The first thought is always ... "Capers, already over ... That contrasts with the constant thought that hung in the head until a few moments before "but there is so much about?". Mysteries of indecision of a soul, human, perpetually dissatisfied and undecided ...
All in all, however, the great rock and the views of Pesciola we have largely paid off and the handshake - caianissima - on the summit it was a seal.
few people around (three in four strings on the wall and some ferrat Pesciola); much, however, the Plans and Lecco .... We exchange
ciacole the top four, with a couple up shortly after us and with a family of Grisons, then travel down the groove of the Madonna (emergency landing only way for myself, a veor record) and back to Lecco to the classic beer ... A healthy
nice nap before the beverage, while the clouds begin to fall and the wind increases ...
So a little deja-vu ...
He gets annoying and a wind, before having to make the return walk, ride the cable car down teliamo that dance merrily because of that wind up at the base ... As in June, at the Sloth!
his return to Milan I paid for having to work late into the night, but I know that I understand ... No punishment I can take away the joy of this latest climb "stolen"!
thanks to David and a "soon" to the Group of Zuccone Campelli!
Thank God, however, are on Wednesdays and tradition, which has become almost "use" of leaks from the city ...
's so that on Tuesday evening, with the usual snacks mate David Brianza iron, we agree for a ride to the Plans of Bobbio ...
The chronicle follows the usual script, except the alarm time, more human because, contrary to ethics of someone, we decide to use the ropeway to get to the Plans of Bobbio.
The meeting is at the valley station username plants, where a first cup of coffee welcomes you in the City of Barzio.
Climb with the first cable car. There are many hikers ready to leave, primarily one of the dreaded "Golden Age Group" composed of the wicked boys aged 60 and over, recognized for training and vitality than scary to that of the twenties ... Go - to listen to talks - to do the full-fat ... It must be envy for the happiness and joy that show and reveal that at every pore. Generally, noisy groups tend to bother me, but especially in the goalscoring stakes case posos not help but smile and a silent greeting to send Eloro great respect and sympathy for these eternal boys, gray-haired but strong and happy.
A couple more strings closer together with us with great strides to Lecco, where we arrive in fifteen minutes. Here, after coffee, we also encounter the GA Fabio compango lenses in a pair of very nice ... We have more or less the same objective, the Third Tower Pumpkin Pesciola. They rise to the sharp edges of the Bergamaschi, we opt for the Brahmins-Fasana. We salute you, not before he expressed admiration for the volitività the girl, who just returned from a brutot accident, climbed with the corset almost flawless. Beautiful show of force, lady! Congratulations!
The road is pleasant, clearly follows a ramp, then using grooves and dihedral-spigoletti to get in five or six shots (depending on who turns or not to use all elements arranged stops) on the Cresta Ongania, which then follows without difficulty tirelli for two to the final wall of the two fireplaces.
In all you get a nice alley of 200 meters in abundance, mostly between the fourth and fourth-grade, with passage just a few spicier on the penultimate shot of the Brahmins-Fažana ever higher, however, the IV +.
The route was equipped with resin and offers endless possibilities for integration and as many possibilities to choose the path, looking perhaps less brittle and more direct passages of the original path.
In short, a climb very pleasant, quiet and to enjoy, even if, strictly speaking, being north facing, although it was August 4th, we had to come up with long sleeves and blowing on their hands because they were numb ...
In particular the first two pitches on the plate that raises the ramp and the ramp dihedral dihedral real Initially, I suffered not a little to the insensitivity of the fingers ... An uncomfortable feeling, that you can trust not to the estate of the fingers ... In any case, after a while, a couple of accomplices passaggini voluntarily made in a "brutal", I can warm up and progress a bit 'more decently.
The next three pitches, logical, now follow the ramp-dihedral, and now spigoletti Saltini that surround it, usually on the right, separated by vertical Saltini more "internal" absolutely delightful and never dull. The exit to the Cresta
Ongania gives the encounter with the warm sun and views dle not too damaged by the storm clouds that are gathering slowly. We went almost preserved tirelli for two, to the base of the first of the two chimneys IV, which mark the end of the Cresta Ongania. The first is also the most difficult, with an attack to study and make a healthy use of the split, a passaggetto quite tiring but all in all fun. The rest of the chimney is pure Goduria. The second, however, is only Goduria technique, with the supports and handles all eli Where would you find there, with its splendid spigoletto output on the left before you come out of the grass ridge top.
The first thought is always ... "Capers, already over ... That contrasts with the constant thought that hung in the head until a few moments before "but there is so much about?". Mysteries of indecision of a soul, human, perpetually dissatisfied and undecided ...
All in all, however, the great rock and the views of Pesciola we have largely paid off and the handshake - caianissima - on the summit it was a seal.
few people around (three in four strings on the wall and some ferrat Pesciola); much, however, the Plans and Lecco .... We exchange
ciacole the top four, with a couple up shortly after us and with a family of Grisons, then travel down the groove of the Madonna (emergency landing only way for myself, a veor record) and back to Lecco to the classic beer ... A healthy
nice nap before the beverage, while the clouds begin to fall and the wind increases ...
So a little deja-vu ...
He gets annoying and a wind, before having to make the return walk, ride the cable car down teliamo that dance merrily because of that wind up at the base ... As in June, at the Sloth!
his return to Milan I paid for having to work late into the night, but I know that I understand ... No punishment I can take away the joy of this latest climb "stolen"!
thanks to David and a "soon" to the Group of Zuccone Campelli!
Monday, July 19, 2010
My Fireplace Remote Sta
Pizzocco THREE STONES (2 ^ Parte)
Quando mi fermo sui sassi del Veses per consumare un magro spuntino (una pastina ed un succo) sono circa le nove, quindi ci ho messo poco più di tre ore ed un quarto per salire e scendere il Tre Pietre. Riprendo fiato e riparto avvolto nel verde intenso dei boschi di fondovalle. Risalgo lungo il sentiero alll'interno dell'ombrosa Val Scura, per poi rientrare verso la chiesetta di San Felice. Pur non presentando difficoltà è un tratto lungo, and takes me to walk through tall grass of the "guests" unwelcome; ten ticks! Pradel to stop the evicted around fish scale. From now on, the going gets tough, deep breath, focus ... you again. I look up, the thick forest hides me the route. but I know him and I know that there will be sweat. This section is monotonous, that climbs the hill up to dairy near the Ages is tough to leave a few lines to catch his breath, salt, salt steep, very tiring. M makes the company the shortness of breath, a whistle of a chamois, the voices of hikers, which the wind blows down the valley, close ... they seem far away. Fatigue begins to be felt, I curse because I ate too little, I'm thirsty. Captured le forze mentalmente, lo so è il momento di tirar fuori queste di energie. Proseguo oltre casera Ere e riprendo vigore camminando verso il Piz, anche la vista ora si allarga, su in alto mette in mostra il Pizzocco. Il fondovalle inesorabilmente si allontana, scandisco lentamente il passo. Intanto le nebbie iniziano ad avvolgere i pendii. Incontro parecchi escursionisti mentre ridiscendono. Poi più in alto gli spazi si allargano, penddii prativi si sostituiscono alle macchie boschive. Nella fatica mi estraneo da ciò che mi circonda, mi concentro solo sulla salita. Il poco allenamento mi presenta il conto. Ora il percorso nella parte finale è su facili roccette. Mi fermo sovente. Non è da me. mi sento sfinito. Riprendo, risalgo, arranco, ritrovo energy, sudo, snort, I curse the mountains, valleys, I sit, looking over his eyes in vague nothing, grit my teeth, burst of pride, decided, pick up again, bypassing the last rocks, are the cross ... on top of the Pizzocco. I'm holding a conversation with the last walkers to slow down. Then go down to the valley reinvigorated, with good pace. In the early afternoon to Roncoi, I turn back, the clouds held captive tops ... but this is it!
Quando mi fermo sui sassi del Veses per consumare un magro spuntino (una pastina ed un succo) sono circa le nove, quindi ci ho messo poco più di tre ore ed un quarto per salire e scendere il Tre Pietre. Riprendo fiato e riparto avvolto nel verde intenso dei boschi di fondovalle. Risalgo lungo il sentiero alll'interno dell'ombrosa Val Scura, per poi rientrare verso la chiesetta di San Felice. Pur non presentando difficoltà è un tratto lungo, and takes me to walk through tall grass of the "guests" unwelcome; ten ticks! Pradel to stop the evicted around fish scale. From now on, the going gets tough, deep breath, focus ... you again. I look up, the thick forest hides me the route. but I know him and I know that there will be sweat. This section is monotonous, that climbs the hill up to dairy near the Ages is tough to leave a few lines to catch his breath, salt, salt steep, very tiring. M makes the company the shortness of breath, a whistle of a chamois, the voices of hikers, which the wind blows down the valley, close ... they seem far away. Fatigue begins to be felt, I curse because I ate too little, I'm thirsty. Captured le forze mentalmente, lo so è il momento di tirar fuori queste di energie. Proseguo oltre casera Ere e riprendo vigore camminando verso il Piz, anche la vista ora si allarga, su in alto mette in mostra il Pizzocco. Il fondovalle inesorabilmente si allontana, scandisco lentamente il passo. Intanto le nebbie iniziano ad avvolgere i pendii. Incontro parecchi escursionisti mentre ridiscendono. Poi più in alto gli spazi si allargano, penddii prativi si sostituiscono alle macchie boschive. Nella fatica mi estraneo da ciò che mi circonda, mi concentro solo sulla salita. Il poco allenamento mi presenta il conto. Ora il percorso nella parte finale è su facili roccette. Mi fermo sovente. Non è da me. mi sento sfinito. Riprendo, risalgo, arranco, ritrovo energy, sudo, snort, I curse the mountains, valleys, I sit, looking over his eyes in vague nothing, grit my teeth, burst of pride, decided, pick up again, bypassing the last rocks, are the cross ... on top of the Pizzocco. I'm holding a conversation with the last walkers to slow down. Then go down to the valley reinvigorated, with good pace. In the early afternoon to Roncoi, I turn back, the clouds held captive tops ... but this is it!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Salaries For Sports Anchor
THREE STONE Pizzocco (1st part)
The last snows have melted and now I am about to leave for this double uppen going down below to link two mountains of Feltrine Alps, the three stones and Pizzocco o. Overall, the difference will exceed 6000 meters. Not exactly a walk. But anyhow because these are the personal challenges in the mountains. Leave the car at Marianne, steep climb along the ribbon of asphalt that leads to the last houses, recently renovated keeping the original features, in the milky light of the moon battlements perform in exciting melodies, the trickle down is noisy accompaniment. A cat row away quickly. Little higher, leaving the valley Agabito, I relay in the shadows of the dense vegetation. The forest, these days, left the abandonment becomes cumbersome presence. I go up trying to find the right rhythm, fundamental in this type of adventure. With the company facing the thoughts in your mind, go out to Pra Mountain. A small pasture of intermediate level, today inopinabilmente ruined by the construction of a forest road. Besides climbing, walking on the grassy slopes that descend from the Palmar. The sun rises in the east going to shave with the ridge and the rays hitting the rocks in the valley opposite, setting fire to light purple. The grass s'indora enhances the drops of dew into a thousand lights of diamond. Mark the step beyond a small group of hikers who hear the calls sound of silence around the fork. I continue to move forward until you come to the ridges of Kimon, where there is the apotheosis of the morning light. Large areas I cling all vista. Nel fondovalle dense nebbie si mettono in moto risalendo lentamente i canaloni. D'intorno si esaltano i colori primaverili. M'incuneo nel canalone che si fa sempre più erto, cercando la linea di salita più semplice. Proseguo finchè esco in cima al Cimone . Panorami a perdita d'occhio. Scendo il vallone opposto per risalire poi fra mughete roccette creste sino alla aerea cima del Tre Pietre. Sotto i miei piedi si spalanca unvorticoso amplesso di orridi, di baratri frastagliati, di cime aguzze, un'esaltazione dell'estetica dolomitica. La Valle di Canzoi impreziosita dal turchese del lago sembra risucchiata negli abissi. Lontano a settentrione si indovinano le Pale di San Martino, del Civetta , i Lagorai. Mi riposo un po' rapito aesthetics of the place, in front of my next destination in the east beyond the deep valley incised. Meanwhile the fog back up wedged in the valleys, now more dense, now vanishing. I go down fast and soon I find myself at the cross of Palmar. Then quickly drop deep in the tangled vegetation in coniferous or deciduous woods, until you come out in the village of Alto Campel. From here the white bed in the course of Veses Val Scura. 
The last snows have melted and now I am about to leave for this double uppen going down below to link two mountains of Feltrine Alps, the three stones and Pizzocco o. Overall, the difference will exceed 6000 meters. Not exactly a walk. But anyhow because these are the personal challenges in the mountains. Leave the car at Marianne, steep climb along the ribbon of asphalt that leads to the last houses, recently renovated keeping the original features, in the milky light of the moon battlements perform in exciting melodies, the trickle down is noisy accompaniment. A cat row away quickly. Little higher, leaving the valley Agabito, I relay in the shadows of the dense vegetation. The forest, these days, left the abandonment becomes cumbersome presence. I go up trying to find the right rhythm, fundamental in this type of adventure. With the company facing the thoughts in your mind, go out to Pra Mountain. A small pasture of intermediate level, today inopinabilmente ruined by the construction of a forest road. Besides climbing, walking on the grassy slopes that descend from the Palmar. The sun rises in the east going to shave with the ridge and the rays hitting the rocks in the valley opposite, setting fire to light purple. The grass s'indora enhances the drops of dew into a thousand lights of diamond. Mark the step beyond a small group of hikers who hear the calls sound of silence around the fork. I continue to move forward until you come to the ridges of Kimon, where there is the apotheosis of the morning light. Large areas I cling all vista. Nel fondovalle dense nebbie si mettono in moto risalendo lentamente i canaloni. D'intorno si esaltano i colori primaverili. M'incuneo nel canalone che si fa sempre più erto, cercando la linea di salita più semplice. Proseguo finchè esco in cima al Cimone . Panorami a perdita d'occhio. Scendo il vallone opposto per risalire poi fra mughete roccette creste sino alla aerea cima del Tre Pietre. Sotto i miei piedi si spalanca unvorticoso amplesso di orridi, di baratri frastagliati, di cime aguzze, un'esaltazione dell'estetica dolomitica. La Valle di Canzoi impreziosita dal turchese del lago sembra risucchiata negli abissi. Lontano a settentrione si indovinano le Pale di San Martino, del Civetta , i Lagorai. Mi riposo un po' rapito aesthetics of the place, in front of my next destination in the east beyond the deep valley incised. Meanwhile the fog back up wedged in the valleys, now more dense, now vanishing. I go down fast and soon I find myself at the cross of Palmar. Then quickly drop deep in the tangled vegetation in coniferous or deciduous woods, until you come out in the village of Alto Campel. From here the white bed in the course of Veses Val Scura.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
What Can You See At900x
VAL PIT PIZ
There are almost unknown in the valleys, very popular, that in their "privacy" have small chests of absolute beauty. Blackwater Valley, a side valley to the best-known Val Canzoi Park of the Belluno Dolomites. Passing car look just grazes, also caused by vegetation that conceals. It 's a rough valley, the slopes steep, rocky terrain, hard to take, where to orient the mother instinct is the ability to overcome the diverse and changing complexity of nature. Yet this place is now an exaltation to the wilderness has been exploited by human labor. Along the network of trails, which tend to disappear over time are found numerous traces. Nellaparte low number of huts where small groups of cattle were brought in small pastures, born because sometimes subtracted from the wood charcoal. The wood was cut to produce charcoal, the source of economy subsistence; easy to find the slopes in farmyards where the work is done. And still kicking forges outdoors where they produced the mortar, making use of limestone rocks. Then at the top where the pastures became more difficult to reach and operate ventured shepherds with sheep and goats. More on the rocks and gullies roughest ventured hunters looking for deer and other ungulates. Everything today is only memory that disappears. But venture inside gives a sense of how you must feel the mountain, to discover its genius loci, Amarna inevitably their differences. Small sites to get there it takes hard work, ability to read the land on which it is advancing, but raggiuntili open in their extraordinary beauty. The Coast Tei, the Colesei, Piavon, the tops of the treasures of Fiesole are now caught by the look of the mouflon and chamois, now the true owners of the site.
There are almost unknown in the valleys, very popular, that in their "privacy" have small chests of absolute beauty. Blackwater Valley, a side valley to the best-known Val Canzoi Park of the Belluno Dolomites. Passing car look just grazes, also caused by vegetation that conceals. It 's a rough valley, the slopes steep, rocky terrain, hard to take, where to orient the mother instinct is the ability to overcome the diverse and changing complexity of nature. Yet this place is now an exaltation to the wilderness has been exploited by human labor. Along the network of trails, which tend to disappear over time are found numerous traces. Nellaparte low number of huts where small groups of cattle were brought in small pastures, born because sometimes subtracted from the wood charcoal. The wood was cut to produce charcoal, the source of economy subsistence; easy to find the slopes in farmyards where the work is done. And still kicking forges outdoors where they produced the mortar, making use of limestone rocks. Then at the top where the pastures became more difficult to reach and operate ventured shepherds with sheep and goats. More on the rocks and gullies roughest ventured hunters looking for deer and other ungulates. Everything today is only memory that disappears. But venture inside gives a sense of how you must feel the mountain, to discover its genius loci, Amarna inevitably their differences. Small sites to get there it takes hard work, ability to read the land on which it is advancing, but raggiuntili open in their extraordinary beauty. The Coast Tei, the Colesei, Piavon, the tops of the treasures of Fiesole are now caught by the look of the mouflon and chamois, now the true owners of the site.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Jcpennyoutlet Ontatio Mills
CLERICI FOLLOWING THE FOOTSTEPS OF Boga
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Also on Wednesday the law of the Bigio repeat: no I'm not talking about any rule left us by the late, great Carlo Mauri, but the law of "Grey", "Marino", "I missing "...
At 4:30 alarm clock, meeting at 06.00 am Ballabio among three perennial boys eager to bigiare the workday ... Besides myself, there are the two great Luigi Daniele Crodaioli Slowrun and that, face more or less awake, and there are specific appeal, the usual bar-meeting of Ballabio.
Caffettino quickly and then away, at a time of Resinelli. Take a step supported the Direttissima and, while already the heat is felt (and are about seven), the fog began to keep us company ... Nothing the dstrano in this heat, at least you keep the common place (not without truth) of Grignetta "Dante." Meta
now is the Tower Clerici, one of the towers of the Val Tesa Group, perhaps best-known neighbor across the Spire Teresita Angelina and Needle, located just behind the Pyramid and the Tower Casati and Palma, as the latter, rather little known compared to other peaks due to the access grignesche not exactly simple.
A little 'shy, maybe a little' hidden, it is unknown whether out of shyness or pride, the Tower Clerici offers up historical and fabulous of barrier Clerici (or Boga), 170 meters in some, difficulty IV + required a departure between the V and V + (but more more more, well, maybe the toughest Grignetta V), however azzerabilissimo.
The approach is Ravana, shortly after leaving the gully Val brim to catch a groove on the right and friable and crumbly, with a few points between the second and third degree dil, often marciotti (effect also famnosa Angelina landslide Spire) deposits not without some puffy slit at the base of which marks the beginning of the street.
The first pitch is actually a bit 'grim, so flush the crack with repulsive ... SI econ sal passages from a fissure IV + to steep, and very obvious spike.
Anyway, I'm a walking V + then claimed that return to be grade IV and then less and less complicated to stay comfortable.
The second shot is the most beautiful, at least according to me: a plate exposed and delicious, which are found only on the footings and the supports needed (to be studied very well the movements) but nothing more. All in good exposure. First you climb straight up handles a few notches and then to connect, to move right, rests on a few to be studied, almost to a spigoletto that can be used in full exposure to trace, at constant and never too difficult, to rest.
The third pitch, investment, followed by a groove-dihedral long enough, with a strapiombino and a couple of bottlenecks. Grade IV continuous air and beautiful, a sort of fireplace model for the creators of ways on dolomite. Really nice.
The fourth shot shows the last part of the channel and then, moving right, arriving on the crest. A bit 'and then grade IV and III + III. Here I decide to try a new job, barring that of ...
to take me to stop, I decided to take a good knife that looked solid ... So it was until I got "stuck" with all the weight that fabulous knife (which, anyway), yellow was a bit ...).
Result: deployment of blade and block the pendulum of the artery to loud noise and a few meters 150 meters below ... Skip
taken for a ride of his friends ...
"Everything okay?" "Yes, okay, I'm sorry for rather than the heresies that I took .. "" But it's okay, I figured ... E 'I did not know that barring works. "More jeers are not reportable for obvious reasons of propriety ...
The final ridge is a fairy tale ....
Espostissima , the third degree, air, and deliiziosa with fabulous views (despite fog) ...
shaking hands at the top ...
Photo Rite ...
rapid descent partition walls and grooves along the path Cecilia Grade II and then down to the Channel dell'Angelina, then again Direttissima and down to Resinelli, beer and cake ...
Shortly after 13:30 we are on the machine, serious faces, we all return to work ...
that remains is for the photos and send a heartfelt thanks to Louis and Daniel, two safeties in the mountains.
The biggest thanks, however, goes to Grignetta ...
Even with the fog, he always manages to surprise you.
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Lombardy Alps
Grigne Group, South Grigna
Tower Clerici
Boga Road (corner of Clerici)
170 m, D-V (IV + A0)
Grigne Group, South Grigna
Tower Clerici
Boga Road (corner of Clerici)
170 m, D-V (IV + A0)
Also on Wednesday the law of the Bigio repeat: no I'm not talking about any rule left us by the late, great Carlo Mauri, but the law of "Grey", "Marino", "I missing "...
At 4:30 alarm clock, meeting at 06.00 am Ballabio among three perennial boys eager to bigiare the workday ... Besides myself, there are the two great Luigi Daniele Crodaioli Slowrun and that, face more or less awake, and there are specific appeal, the usual bar-meeting of Ballabio.
Caffettino quickly and then away, at a time of Resinelli. Take a step supported the Direttissima and, while already the heat is felt (and are about seven), the fog began to keep us company ... Nothing the dstrano in this heat, at least you keep the common place (not without truth) of Grignetta "Dante." Meta
now is the Tower Clerici, one of the towers of the Val Tesa Group, perhaps best-known neighbor across the Spire Teresita Angelina and Needle, located just behind the Pyramid and the Tower Casati and Palma, as the latter, rather little known compared to other peaks due to the access grignesche not exactly simple.
A little 'shy, maybe a little' hidden, it is unknown whether out of shyness or pride, the Tower Clerici offers up historical and fabulous of barrier Clerici (or Boga), 170 meters in some, difficulty IV + required a departure between the V and V + (but more more more, well, maybe the toughest Grignetta V), however azzerabilissimo.
The approach is Ravana, shortly after leaving the gully Val brim to catch a groove on the right and friable and crumbly, with a few points between the second and third degree dil, often marciotti (effect also famnosa Angelina landslide Spire) deposits not without some puffy slit at the base of which marks the beginning of the street.
The first pitch is actually a bit 'grim, so flush the crack with repulsive ... SI econ sal passages from a fissure IV + to steep, and very obvious spike.
Anyway, I'm a walking V + then claimed that return to be grade IV and then less and less complicated to stay comfortable.
The second shot is the most beautiful, at least according to me: a plate exposed and delicious, which are found only on the footings and the supports needed (to be studied very well the movements) but nothing more. All in good exposure. First you climb straight up handles a few notches and then to connect, to move right, rests on a few to be studied, almost to a spigoletto that can be used in full exposure to trace, at constant and never too difficult, to rest.
The third pitch, investment, followed by a groove-dihedral long enough, with a strapiombino and a couple of bottlenecks. Grade IV continuous air and beautiful, a sort of fireplace model for the creators of ways on dolomite. Really nice.
The fourth shot shows the last part of the channel and then, moving right, arriving on the crest. A bit 'and then grade IV and III + III. Here I decide to try a new job, barring that of ...
to take me to stop, I decided to take a good knife that looked solid ... So it was until I got "stuck" with all the weight that fabulous knife (which, anyway), yellow was a bit ...).
Result: deployment of blade and block the pendulum of the artery to loud noise and a few meters 150 meters below ... Skip
taken for a ride of his friends ...
"Everything okay?" "Yes, okay, I'm sorry for rather than the heresies that I took .. "" But it's okay, I figured ... E 'I did not know that barring works. "More jeers are not reportable for obvious reasons of propriety ...
The final ridge is a fairy tale ....
Espostissima , the third degree, air, and deliiziosa with fabulous views (despite fog) ...
shaking hands at the top ...
Photo Rite ...
rapid descent partition walls and grooves along the path Cecilia Grade II and then down to the Channel dell'Angelina, then again Direttissima and down to Resinelli, beer and cake ...
Shortly after 13:30 we are on the machine, serious faces, we all return to work ...
that remains is for the photos and send a heartfelt thanks to Louis and Daniel, two safeties in the mountains.
The biggest thanks, however, goes to Grignetta ...
Even with the fog, he always manages to surprise you.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Hypothesis Result Of Dancing Raisin
of Sagron (d. 2485)
For everyone: mountains, such as Vajolet Towers, the same Three Peaks or the Owl, the Matterhorn (just to name a few), are an expression of indisputable beauty . Then everyone has his own mountain of the heart. For many different reasons. Why was the first ascent, because it has a sentimental reason, because it represents a moment in the life ... Mine is of the Piz Sagron. By themselves, although aesthetically beautiful, is a mountain among many, not well known. To tell the truth is not quite as insignificant with its height of 2485 m. is the second between the Alps Feltrine. Historically, the privilege to trigger the mountaineering history of the southernmost in the chain of the Dolomites, with the escalation of June 16, 1877 by Caesar Tome and Col Thomas with the "guide" (but actually a hunter, trapper, smuggler) where Mariano Bernardin. From its slopes the River Caorame River, tributary of the River Piave then. The house where I was born above a gorge that the river has run excavated, and it was my partner (non-human) for excellence in my childhood. So it was easy to want to look for origins. To find out the seventeen years old when I went with friends to spend Easter at the bivouac Feltre-Walter Bodo, nearby the mountain. One morning I proposed to go in search of the source. I had the boots still full of water up the hill and calzai a pair of rubber boots, green ones that were worn in the seventies often for work in the fields, go for mushrooms in the woods ... I had brought to reserve. I went up with his friend Gabriele Vanin Tessaro and some that belonged to another company. Kicking the snow we were still high in the mighty monolith form enough teams. I do not know what it takes. Perhaps the unawareness of age, the desire to challenge the exuberance. We started to climb the Piz. From So many years have passed, the memory latita, logically we walked the normal route, but there was snow on the ledges and sometimes high, in the sides and there was ice in the shadows of the hard, opened beneath our feet deep, chasms although occasionally mitigated by mists that moved quickly. It continued to rise even knowing where to go. Inside of me rose a frenzy, uncontrollable energy. At the top, we realize why we could not go beyond. The clouds while squatting on the summit and had "ruled out by any look." We just have to go down, I had come full circle with my mount and my stream, I had them and they had me. I think, rightly, to be the first to have produced a first winter mountaineering boots with rubber!
For everyone: mountains, such as Vajolet Towers, the same Three Peaks or the Owl, the Matterhorn (just to name a few), are an expression of indisputable beauty . Then everyone has his own mountain of the heart. For many different reasons. Why was the first ascent, because it has a sentimental reason, because it represents a moment in the life ... Mine is of the Piz Sagron. By themselves, although aesthetically beautiful, is a mountain among many, not well known. To tell the truth is not quite as insignificant with its height of 2485 m. is the second between the Alps Feltrine. Historically, the privilege to trigger the mountaineering history of the southernmost in the chain of the Dolomites, with the escalation of June 16, 1877 by Caesar Tome and Col Thomas with the "guide" (but actually a hunter, trapper, smuggler) where Mariano Bernardin. From its slopes the River Caorame River, tributary of the River Piave then. The house where I was born above a gorge that the river has run excavated, and it was my partner (non-human) for excellence in my childhood. So it was easy to want to look for origins. To find out the seventeen years old when I went with friends to spend Easter at the bivouac Feltre-Walter Bodo, nearby the mountain. One morning I proposed to go in search of the source. I had the boots still full of water up the hill and calzai a pair of rubber boots, green ones that were worn in the seventies often for work in the fields, go for mushrooms in the woods ... I had brought to reserve. I went up with his friend Gabriele Vanin Tessaro and some that belonged to another company. Kicking the snow we were still high in the mighty monolith form enough teams. I do not know what it takes. Perhaps the unawareness of age, the desire to challenge the exuberance. We started to climb the Piz. From So many years have passed, the memory latita, logically we walked the normal route, but there was snow on the ledges and sometimes high, in the sides and there was ice in the shadows of the hard, opened beneath our feet deep, chasms although occasionally mitigated by mists that moved quickly. It continued to rise even knowing where to go. Inside of me rose a frenzy, uncontrollable energy. At the top, we realize why we could not go beyond. The clouds while squatting on the summit and had "ruled out by any look." We just have to go down, I had come full circle with my mount and my stream, I had them and they had me. I think, rightly, to be the first to have produced a first winter mountaineering boots with rubber!
Dish Remote And Emrson Ewf2006
Frenzy MITI MITI ... FALLEN IN THE PATTER
I always liked walking, and I think I have a natural flair in dealing with the mountain, both physical and instinctive. If a time chasing what was to reach a peak later in time was to travel long distances. The summit, a fork, a hill, a step is an end in itself, but in addition there is an 'other top, another fork, indeed an infinite number of these "possible" destinations. Climb a mountain range and see another front, across the valley, has made going on. To reach the next and maybe an 'other, then turn around and realize that the distances are short-lived then, what was once distant and near, the other half is passed. So he became my way of wandering in the mountains, hard work and hustle, so I can feel one with the essence of the mountain. Having traveled through the High Street "of the Dolomites in three days for a total of 42 hours or the Trek of Legends, about 200 km long. With a drop of about 30.000m. In 4 days, in less than 56 hours, or ' High street deli heroes from Feltre to the top of Grappa in 14 hours round trip are an example. Or in the chain of paths, a uppen Feltrine down mountain peaks of over 7000 m in just over 10 hours, or more mountains to climb in sequence, I found the feeling intimate with the mountains.
I always liked walking, and I think I have a natural flair in dealing with the mountain, both physical and instinctive. If a time chasing what was to reach a peak later in time was to travel long distances. The summit, a fork, a hill, a step is an end in itself, but in addition there is an 'other top, another fork, indeed an infinite number of these "possible" destinations. Climb a mountain range and see another front, across the valley, has made going on. To reach the next and maybe an 'other, then turn around and realize that the distances are short-lived then, what was once distant and near, the other half is passed. So he became my way of wandering in the mountains, hard work and hustle, so I can feel one with the essence of the mountain. Having traveled through the High Street "of the Dolomites in three days for a total of 42 hours or the Trek of Legends, about 200 km long. With a drop of about 30.000m. In 4 days, in less than 56 hours, or ' High street deli heroes from Feltre to the top of Grappa in 14 hours round trip are an example. Or in the chain of paths, a uppen Feltrine down mountain peaks of over 7000 m in just over 10 hours, or more mountains to climb in sequence, I found the feeling intimate with the mountains.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Really High Cervix A Week Before Period
RAISED
Cesen, Barbara, Mariech, Col Posanova, Forconetta, Endymion ... so in my childhood to memorize the names of these mountains of the Alps as they used to do with the national (Zoff, Burgnich, Facchetti ...). Endymion, perhaps because of the similarity of the Greeks fabled that the deity of the place and all of its other olympians. Also kidnapped as a child watching from the window of the house, a large meadow nestled peacefully along the ridge east of Tomatico (above Feltre). For me it was equivalent to the great prairies of the far west, to a space infinity. I fantasized that it would take whole days to get up there (the adventures John Waine). Then fifteen years I lived my first experience of mountain climbing in the Alps Feltrine Eternal Plans. The arrival of this corner of paradise close to the magic left me in the eye, a feeling of incredible beauty. Since then, many myths have fallen. Endymion and fallen from the illusion of god to all the grassy slopes that descend towards the upper valley of Treviso. On the great lawn (PRA Franzoia) we will go up after many years, without great emotion on foot in an hour, when, because of abandonment, was now reduced to an inglorious restricted grazing memoria.I future plans to wreck ... Eternal is being renewed beautiful in every season.
Cesen, Barbara, Mariech, Col Posanova, Forconetta, Endymion ... so in my childhood to memorize the names of these mountains of the Alps as they used to do with the national (Zoff, Burgnich, Facchetti ...). Endymion, perhaps because of the similarity of the Greeks fabled that the deity of the place and all of its other olympians. Also kidnapped as a child watching from the window of the house, a large meadow nestled peacefully along the ridge east of Tomatico (above Feltre). For me it was equivalent to the great prairies of the far west, to a space infinity. I fantasized that it would take whole days to get up there (the adventures John Waine). Then fifteen years I lived my first experience of mountain climbing in the Alps Feltrine Eternal Plans. The arrival of this corner of paradise close to the magic left me in the eye, a feeling of incredible beauty. Since then, many myths have fallen. Endymion and fallen from the illusion of god to all the grassy slopes that descend towards the upper valley of Treviso. On the great lawn (PRA Franzoia) we will go up after many years, without great emotion on foot in an hour, when, because of abandonment, was now reduced to an inglorious restricted grazing memoria.I future plans to wreck ... Eternal is being renewed beautiful in every season.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Can U Burn Your Salivary Glands
SKY TREKKING
Skytrekking is walking on the edge of the ridge, follow the thin traces, "hover" over exposed ledges, climb up steep ridges, overcome daring forks ... E 'dream line orange dawn rising, feel the sweat runs down her cheeks, to hear the wheezing in the steep trails that do not allow stopovers, being sucked down the rapids, the passage in the plains stretch inaltitudine be sopinti wind walking with difficulty when the tales you knock against frost or make you lose your breath. E 'sinking in soft snow mantle, hear the tapping of rain, getting wet in a summer rain, drifting musically to the rustle of leaves, chasing the falling leaves, feel the crunch of those trampling, noise scree of flint fell. And 'look at the clouds across the sky ... sky blue, gray, red, yellow, lost in the dense fog that bring anxiety, find themselves on the tops of the mountains kissed by the bright light of the sun, peering endless views, hidden among small tiaras the mighty walls. Follow the flight of the royal eagle, the climb of the chamois in rocky areas, the frenetic ciguettio of tits in the dense woods, the gurgling of a brook, the flower color. Lost in oblivion when the sun goes down relentlessly.
Skytrekking is walking on the edge of the ridge, follow the thin traces, "hover" over exposed ledges, climb up steep ridges, overcome daring forks ... E 'dream line orange dawn rising, feel the sweat runs down her cheeks, to hear the wheezing in the steep trails that do not allow stopovers, being sucked down the rapids, the passage in the plains stretch inaltitudine be sopinti wind walking with difficulty when the tales you knock against frost or make you lose your breath. E 'sinking in soft snow mantle, hear the tapping of rain, getting wet in a summer rain, drifting musically to the rustle of leaves, chasing the falling leaves, feel the crunch of those trampling, noise scree of flint fell. And 'look at the clouds across the sky ... sky blue, gray, red, yellow, lost in the dense fog that bring anxiety, find themselves on the tops of the mountains kissed by the bright light of the sun, peering endless views, hidden among small tiaras the mighty walls. Follow the flight of the royal eagle, the climb of the chamois in rocky areas, the frenetic ciguettio of tits in the dense woods, the gurgling of a brook, the flower color. Lost in oblivion when the sun goes down relentlessly.
What Pokemon Would I Be By Looks?
BON VIAZ
Bon viàz spoken in the Dolomite is a sign of hope that is good for travel. The term indicates a shift viàz rough and bold in the mountains, crossing tracks of deer and hunters in general. The Anglo-Saxons call the move in these environments with the term scrimbling, where hiking and mountain climbing are confused.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Good Vacuum For Computer
ON THE EDGE OF Vallepiana
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Grigna Southern Alps of Lombardy
Piramide Casati 1928 m.
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Piramide Casati 1928 m.
edge of Vallepiana (D-, IV +, 195 m.)
Wednesday, July 6, 2010
Wednesday, July 6, 2010
I know, now someone will send me to hell ... I fully understand that this is the first pulse arrives, according to your office at work or when you are forced to do anything else and there is more fun to read ...
Someone else will be limited - for sophisticated women - telling me I do not do this ... But they are few and, luckily, forgive them all ...
Please, capisoc all and I did not take anyone for a "fanculino" I feel in the air spin around me, a sort of buzz vuvuzelasiano, whenever the story out of some mid-week ......
But yesterday, Wednesday, July 6, luck, at least in part, which has the quite well (usually blind and see clearly it's just bad luck) and has allowed me to take one more week ...
The chronicle of the day following almost a fixed plot worthy of the best variant of the Venetian accountant Fantozzi. Wake up at 4:30, coffee, washing, stumble championship against the headboard of the bed, choked bestemmina, the usual "fuck you" from my partner (of course, laughing, is accustomed to feel beat against the now "marked" the bed) and then, after a quick visit to morning bathroom for obvious reasons, that decency sieve (the elderly), starting Ballabio.
06.00 am, the opening of the Bar, I, David and Elio, theoretically three serious professionals, for the occasion with faces escaped from prison, we meet for the second cup of coffee and then, after a check of the bathrooms bar. stealthy, straight to the Plans of Resinelli.
was last year that I could not give me a nice tour with Elio and this was the best opportunity to get to know them.
The idea was to go or group of mushroom, pumpkin, or make a central pier, or even to the edge of Vallepiana ... Grignetta offers almost infinite possibilities, all beautiful ... Take the
Direttissima, pass the Fire Pagani, look at some deer and then continue. We reached the saddle from where starts the path that leads to the Mushroom Group.
The day is clear, yet not too hot ... Inviting ... The best view, fabulous views.
Behind us comes while we are sitting on the saddle to be housewives, a group of four other "youngsters" who fled to work ... Grin of understanding and involvement. "Where are you going?" "The Segantini, and you?" "We wanted to go to the mushroom, but I almost go to Vallepiana" - I say ...
Elio and David look at me like lightning ... Alea IACT east get started: we spend almost ran George Trail, and soon we reach there, where the trail starts to climb towards the Col Garibaldi ...
little further to the right, a scree gully leads the attack.
Let's avoid the usual entangled sulel covered by gravel and rocks, making a groove, we come to the attack, marked by a harness and a new fix. We can prepare ourselves for the climb.
The Way is one of those famous, a must for Grignetta. 160 m. in altitude, about 200 development, six shots, five of them supported with much IV and IV +. Rock fabulous, great exposure.
throws one another "pitch AIS Mountain." We're having fun like children .. The first traces
held around the III + and is followed by a groove-crack steps, exposed, beautiful and pleasant, quite clear and well-protected as practically all the way ..
The second shot is technically more difficult, a good continuous IV + with some individual steps closer to V. It is to win a plaque and then, with skilful side movements, moving from the spigoletto reached a comfortable stay. Really exciting.
The third paradigm: you get up a little, then go into a fireplace (the fireplace Porro) of IV to do in opposition, opposing least a small slope up a bit lame 'overhangs. to get stuck under a big boulder, keeping right. Here too the slaita is really nice, pleasant, with panoramic views and entertainment.
The fourth is simply amazing: passed (directly or on the right) mgrande boulder, a large exhibition follows a line of grooves and corners followed by an ascending ledge and, most recently, a crack-dihedral simply delicious, now in full show that deposits on a break air really, exciting ...
The landscape around us is amazing, we are in the heart of Grignetta ... At
stops play like children, to tell us, we make pictures ...
There remains the fifth and sixth pitch ...
The fifth is composed of a gap to overcome in Dulfer and then by some innocuous steps, depositing the top of the ridge to the summit ... SI imporvvisamente shadow passes and a breezy west wall of the great heat of the southern ridge of the Pyramid Casati.
The sixth is an easy walk on air very edge of the ridge to the summit itself ... The first feeling is summed up in one simple sentence, which makes the idea of \u200b\u200bthe beauty of the route: "Shit, but it's already over?".
we get laughing, cheerful, wide-eyed for the visual, impossible to make, even with the pictures ...
You drink, eat, I smoke, then, calmly ... The descent.
Here is the penalty to open a further aside: of course we can lose track (and yes it takes a ...) and we must go back a few yards on our steps. Instead of crossing to the north in the direction of the ring and dropped to the normal route, going down tracks that would lead us right where we should not ... Rapid about-face peppered with insults and taken for a ride with each other. We come to the ring dropping, Below we can see the path Cecilia ...
David Lombard as a good part with the motto "I think ghe" and immediately manages to entangle one of the two strings ... David is a young man of sound moral principles, not blasphemy, but manages to make ugali show off their knowledge in terms of bad words, while I and Elio ghignamo succeed in stopping, intent on teasing. Little man, as usual, the responses of his Monza.
Among our jokes, must drop to dissolve ... Among
a dirty word and a joke, we immerse ourselves in all three and reach the Path Cecilia. From here to Garibaldi Hill is a short step ...
take the path George, we are a bit ' late and expect me to work in Milan ...
Let's make the route well known to Direttissima and continue for that ..
Then, of course, yours truly decided to "cut" and clumsy on a mixture of rocks and debris before finding the path (I'll spare you the comments of Elio and David, again not shown) ...
Let down the Chimney Pagani, fly on fixed ropes and the car just before the three of us, just in time (for me) to take bad words for the delay ... But this is also part of the game and the day ...
go down fast Ballabio, we salute you, and while the two lucky to be drinking beer, I quickly change car and leave for Milan ...
Shortly after four o'clock I was back at work ... a very serious professional
My customers still now is not very clear why I had that stupid smile and that beautiful color in my face ...
But not everyone can understand the joy of such a day stolen!
Someone else will be limited - for sophisticated women - telling me I do not do this ... But they are few and, luckily, forgive them all ...
Please, capisoc all and I did not take anyone for a "fanculino" I feel in the air spin around me, a sort of buzz vuvuzelasiano, whenever the story out of some mid-week ......
But yesterday, Wednesday, July 6, luck, at least in part, which has the quite well (usually blind and see clearly it's just bad luck) and has allowed me to take one more week ...
The chronicle of the day following almost a fixed plot worthy of the best variant of the Venetian accountant Fantozzi. Wake up at 4:30, coffee, washing, stumble championship against the headboard of the bed, choked bestemmina, the usual "fuck you" from my partner (of course, laughing, is accustomed to feel beat against the now "marked" the bed) and then, after a quick visit to morning bathroom for obvious reasons, that decency sieve (the elderly), starting Ballabio.
06.00 am, the opening of the Bar, I, David and Elio, theoretically three serious professionals, for the occasion with faces escaped from prison, we meet for the second cup of coffee and then, after a check of the bathrooms bar. stealthy, straight to the Plans of Resinelli.
was last year that I could not give me a nice tour with Elio and this was the best opportunity to get to know them.
The idea was to go or group of mushroom, pumpkin, or make a central pier, or even to the edge of Vallepiana ... Grignetta offers almost infinite possibilities, all beautiful ... Take the
Direttissima, pass the Fire Pagani, look at some deer and then continue. We reached the saddle from where starts the path that leads to the Mushroom Group.
The day is clear, yet not too hot ... Inviting ... The best view, fabulous views.
Behind us comes while we are sitting on the saddle to be housewives, a group of four other "youngsters" who fled to work ... Grin of understanding and involvement. "Where are you going?" "The Segantini, and you?" "We wanted to go to the mushroom, but I almost go to Vallepiana" - I say ...
Elio and David look at me like lightning ... Alea IACT east get started: we spend almost ran George Trail, and soon we reach there, where the trail starts to climb towards the Col Garibaldi ...
little further to the right, a scree gully leads the attack.
Let's avoid the usual entangled sulel covered by gravel and rocks, making a groove, we come to the attack, marked by a harness and a new fix. We can prepare ourselves for the climb.
The Way is one of those famous, a must for Grignetta. 160 m. in altitude, about 200 development, six shots, five of them supported with much IV and IV +. Rock fabulous, great exposure.
throws one another "pitch AIS Mountain." We're having fun like children .. The first traces
held around the III + and is followed by a groove-crack steps, exposed, beautiful and pleasant, quite clear and well-protected as practically all the way ..
The second shot is technically more difficult, a good continuous IV + with some individual steps closer to V. It is to win a plaque and then, with skilful side movements, moving from the spigoletto reached a comfortable stay. Really exciting.
The third paradigm: you get up a little, then go into a fireplace (the fireplace Porro) of IV to do in opposition, opposing least a small slope up a bit lame 'overhangs. to get stuck under a big boulder, keeping right. Here too the slaita is really nice, pleasant, with panoramic views and entertainment.
The fourth is simply amazing: passed (directly or on the right) mgrande boulder, a large exhibition follows a line of grooves and corners followed by an ascending ledge and, most recently, a crack-dihedral simply delicious, now in full show that deposits on a break air really, exciting ...
The landscape around us is amazing, we are in the heart of Grignetta ... At
stops play like children, to tell us, we make pictures ...
There remains the fifth and sixth pitch ...
The fifth is composed of a gap to overcome in Dulfer and then by some innocuous steps, depositing the top of the ridge to the summit ... SI imporvvisamente shadow passes and a breezy west wall of the great heat of the southern ridge of the Pyramid Casati.
The sixth is an easy walk on air very edge of the ridge to the summit itself ... The first feeling is summed up in one simple sentence, which makes the idea of \u200b\u200bthe beauty of the route: "Shit, but it's already over?".
we get laughing, cheerful, wide-eyed for the visual, impossible to make, even with the pictures ...
You drink, eat, I smoke, then, calmly ... The descent.
Here is the penalty to open a further aside: of course we can lose track (and yes it takes a ...) and we must go back a few yards on our steps. Instead of crossing to the north in the direction of the ring and dropped to the normal route, going down tracks that would lead us right where we should not ... Rapid about-face peppered with insults and taken for a ride with each other. We come to the ring dropping, Below we can see the path Cecilia ...
David Lombard as a good part with the motto "I think ghe" and immediately manages to entangle one of the two strings ... David is a young man of sound moral principles, not blasphemy, but manages to make ugali show off their knowledge in terms of bad words, while I and Elio ghignamo succeed in stopping, intent on teasing. Little man, as usual, the responses of his Monza.
Among our jokes, must drop to dissolve ... Among
a dirty word and a joke, we immerse ourselves in all three and reach the Path Cecilia. From here to Garibaldi Hill is a short step ...
take the path George, we are a bit ' late and expect me to work in Milan ...
Let's make the route well known to Direttissima and continue for that ..
Then, of course, yours truly decided to "cut" and clumsy on a mixture of rocks and debris before finding the path (I'll spare you the comments of Elio and David, again not shown) ...
Let down the Chimney Pagani, fly on fixed ropes and the car just before the three of us, just in time (for me) to take bad words for the delay ... But this is also part of the game and the day ...
go down fast Ballabio, we salute you, and while the two lucky to be drinking beer, I quickly change car and leave for Milan ...
Shortly after four o'clock I was back at work ... a very serious professional
My customers still now is not very clear why I had that stupid smile and that beautiful color in my face ...
But not everyone can understand the joy of such a day stolen!
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