Crocione of San Martino
February 7, 2010 First release of the year
February 7, 2010 First release of the year
2010, to be honest, is not it just started with the best wishes ...
Immediately after the end of the holiday season is the offensive game of all forms of influenza known and unknown ... Add to this that the work had - Fortunately in this case - a resurgence, however, blessed ... It goes without saying that the month of January passed without leaving space for the mountains, except for a ride in the car, as two elderly intabarrati semimoribondi, made with my partner to enjoy the pleasures of Zambla Alta.
Immediately after the end of the holiday season is the offensive game of all forms of influenza known and unknown ... Add to this that the work had - Fortunately in this case - a resurgence, however, blessed ... It goes without saying that the month of January passed without leaving space for the mountains, except for a ride in the car, as two elderly intabarrati semimoribondi, made with my partner to enjoy the pleasures of Zambla Alta.
But as goes the old adage, it can not rain forever. Also to stay on clichés, returns to the calm after the rain ... Ok, ok, I do not get to "there are more half-seasons", I stop immediately with the clichés, I promise ....
In early February, however, I find myself to be fattened like a pig to be bagged, flabby and out of practice as few times in recent years. Luck would have it, for the weekend, there seems to be a window of time, if not good, at least decent. As often happens, thanks to the usual system of "forum" and, most importantly, the sms, I can contact the excellent Richard Ric54, Valle d'Aosta transplanted between Brescia and Bergamo, which he heard the call of the mountain, accept without resistance no to my proposal, not at all indecent.
Originally, the proposal was addressed to my beloved Moregallo. Richard expressed a desire to go for the strike in the Horn Rat. I do not particularly like (or rather, not at all), but I'm happy to tour with Richard and, if you want to know something that has not yet seen, I do an excellent grade. His is a great company ...
There you have to imagine: I m tall and ca ** o (but do not laugh: Sconsolata as he says, you see only one meter ...); him, at least one and ninety, if not more, in proportion to the level Muscle ... Practices seem to church and bell tower.
The die is cast in the morning, I leave for Valmadrera ... Fog mica to laugh and still lots of snow on the ground beside the road ... Good start ...
Arrive Valmadrera, where I made an appointment to the good Ric "to the parking lot of the cemetery." Now, no offense, is not exactly a metropolis that is Valmadrera. The fact remains that this busy town of Lecco, by ancient origins, has a cemetery id "new" and a "historic".
Obviously I'm in the "new" and Richard to the "old".
rapid exchange of phone calls and insults, and so taken for a ride downtown. To reach agreement, the breakfast in the morning. Then, while the light allows us to look around, we see that from 300 meters up in the snow is still a long ... And hard ...
renounce (to my helmet - but not too much - satisfaction) to the railway in the Horn Rat and, at my suggestion, we head towards Lecco. For what reason we have not done a ride on the snow Moregallo? Because someone had left it at home crampons ... And that someone, this time, it was not me!
Lecco
A second colazioncina with brioche "at a good level" and then, since the arrival of the sun had dispelled the mist and left room for a day that promised well, given the lack of crampons, we opt for a healthy spin to the Medal. Richard knows him only by reputation and willingly accepts to go and learn.
To go to park leads us to Laorca, as the parking lot of Rancho is packed like an egg. Even to get to the parking lot, the first adventure ... The road is still pretty icy and the wheels slip so cryptic ...
In one way or another, however, we can park and prepare for the walk.
We follow the path that passes near the cemetery Laorca (lovely for the position, seems tailor-made to house relics of lovers of the mountain), it soon settles former Refuge Medal, by the same name where we are welcomed with great mountain views.
decides to show the base of the walls and the start of the ferrata Alpini the medal, which still has no route. Then, take the path, well marked and very popular, which passes behind the ramparts, the attacks of climbing routes to the Medal and, finally, we arrive at the Pillar, Irene, where part of the strike.
Richard is almost speechless by the beauty of the place ... I do not wonder! This "curbstone" a hundred feet higher than the canonical "thousand", looks like a real mountain. And, sorry if I'm biased, but the Medal mountain it is! Point.
take the path leading up to the chapel, and left the fog that still afflict Lecco create a sensational game: The horrid construction of the shopping center of Lecco, repudiated by the same floor, surrounded by the mist is transformed into a haunted castle, that seems to arise, as in the best narratives of ancient Scottish castles in medieval times, the fog and mists of the Highlands ...
the road takes us to the chapel early deposits ... Well, as soon ... Accomplices a couple of stops hydraulic "down the path, we can" get lost "in the sense that, climbing, Riccardo follow the path that cuts just before the Chapel to the Medal ... Not bad, a couple of screams and four outlets around the duo reunite the church-bell.
the chapel, four ciacole with a climber in the area, in the mood to talk, two good photos to Ric that barely manages to enter the chapel and then on along the path Silvia, to go and the views from Guist Crocione .. .
The forced stay of nearly three months ago and feel, despite the low altitude, few meters to puff like a bellows. Richard is watching me almost in disbelief, well accustomed to other artery ... But, snorting it or not, come with a lot of attention, the last meters before Crocione. Here begins to appear a little 'ice vivo. Needless to dwell on the fact that the spikes might have been useful ... There is no point. We come, not without attention to Crocione, where cabbage that we enjoy the view ... A nice blast of fog makes us feel in the middle of the Po Valley, but, fortunately, does not last long.
We sit on the top, drink a little bit and then, calmly, waiting for the fog there a little gift 'of landscape, which takes place on time. The time, however, is the right one ... We are approaching lunchtime ... And this type of calls Richard and I are particularly sensitive. From
Crocione we bring to the collar and take the ridge trail that descends to the Refuge's Square. As before, we must be very attention to the snow and small ice sheets almost ... We start teasing each other .... I had not finished to magnify the advantage of being brevilineo, the fact that it has to be small the lower center of gravity and better controls of any slipping, that ... Tac! I take a sheet of ice, the legs go up in the face e. .. Bam! The back reclines so awkward and a bit 'violent to the ground, in perfect Fantozzi.
What follows can not bring it back on the blog without blushing. Never mind that, probably, I also spouts a complaint of obscene and blasphemous phrases (the veneticità makes itself felt in very similar cases).
Leaving on a second fall (and subsequent series of Venetian beads), we arrive at Piazza Refuge, which welcomes us with a good fire lit and inviting odorino ...
Our intentions are to be somber on the spot by the wayside. We order a carafe of red and two plates of polenta and roasted ... Which, fine, they vanish like snow in the sun.
beautiful, lively, with a full belly and a heart full of satisfaction for the views, calmly take the path for the return.
Along the path, I get a call from Louis, "c. .. But where are you? Are you kidding?". To which I say, "But, look, thought to have passed under Medal and Antimedale and I've noticed people coming up ..". "But we were !!!"... Omit some expressions, typical of alpine ...
In conclusion, the call can be summed up thus: "Luke, you find yourselves at the bar and Riccardo in Lecco in an hour."
was how the day was worthy of celebration and dedication ...
Richard and I, happy and fed, drinking beer and Daniel Louis, fell dall'Antimedale, where they had climbed with Valseschini. Fitting conclusion to a day of fun and enjoyable, with nice people!
Richard, in particular, the first to greet everyone has an appointment with the strike of the Medal. I, however, in my heart so I hope to soon be able to resume a speech remained open with a way of Another, Grande, Immortal huge and Richard ...
Medale Hello, come back soon!
Originally, the proposal was addressed to my beloved Moregallo. Richard expressed a desire to go for the strike in the Horn Rat. I do not particularly like (or rather, not at all), but I'm happy to tour with Richard and, if you want to know something that has not yet seen, I do an excellent grade. His is a great company ...
There you have to imagine: I m tall and ca ** o (but do not laugh: Sconsolata as he says, you see only one meter ...); him, at least one and ninety, if not more, in proportion to the level Muscle ... Practices seem to church and bell tower.
The die is cast in the morning, I leave for Valmadrera ... Fog mica to laugh and still lots of snow on the ground beside the road ... Good start ...
Arrive Valmadrera, where I made an appointment to the good Ric "to the parking lot of the cemetery." Now, no offense, is not exactly a metropolis that is Valmadrera. The fact remains that this busy town of Lecco, by ancient origins, has a cemetery id "new" and a "historic".
Obviously I'm in the "new" and Richard to the "old".
rapid exchange of phone calls and insults, and so taken for a ride downtown. To reach agreement, the breakfast in the morning. Then, while the light allows us to look around, we see that from 300 meters up in the snow is still a long ... And hard ...
renounce (to my helmet - but not too much - satisfaction) to the railway in the Horn Rat and, at my suggestion, we head towards Lecco. For what reason we have not done a ride on the snow Moregallo? Because someone had left it at home crampons ... And that someone, this time, it was not me!
Lecco
A second colazioncina with brioche "at a good level" and then, since the arrival of the sun had dispelled the mist and left room for a day that promised well, given the lack of crampons, we opt for a healthy spin to the Medal. Richard knows him only by reputation and willingly accepts to go and learn.
To go to park leads us to Laorca, as the parking lot of Rancho is packed like an egg. Even to get to the parking lot, the first adventure ... The road is still pretty icy and the wheels slip so cryptic ...
In one way or another, however, we can park and prepare for the walk.
We follow the path that passes near the cemetery Laorca (lovely for the position, seems tailor-made to house relics of lovers of the mountain), it soon settles former Refuge Medal, by the same name where we are welcomed with great mountain views.
decides to show the base of the walls and the start of the ferrata Alpini the medal, which still has no route. Then, take the path, well marked and very popular, which passes behind the ramparts, the attacks of climbing routes to the Medal and, finally, we arrive at the Pillar, Irene, where part of the strike.
Richard is almost speechless by the beauty of the place ... I do not wonder! This "curbstone" a hundred feet higher than the canonical "thousand", looks like a real mountain. And, sorry if I'm biased, but the Medal mountain it is! Point.
take the path leading up to the chapel, and left the fog that still afflict Lecco create a sensational game: The horrid construction of the shopping center of Lecco, repudiated by the same floor, surrounded by the mist is transformed into a haunted castle, that seems to arise, as in the best narratives of ancient Scottish castles in medieval times, the fog and mists of the Highlands ...
the road takes us to the chapel early deposits ... Well, as soon ... Accomplices a couple of stops hydraulic "down the path, we can" get lost "in the sense that, climbing, Riccardo follow the path that cuts just before the Chapel to the Medal ... Not bad, a couple of screams and four outlets around the duo reunite the church-bell.
the chapel, four ciacole with a climber in the area, in the mood to talk, two good photos to Ric that barely manages to enter the chapel and then on along the path Silvia, to go and the views from Guist Crocione .. .
The forced stay of nearly three months ago and feel, despite the low altitude, few meters to puff like a bellows. Richard is watching me almost in disbelief, well accustomed to other artery ... But, snorting it or not, come with a lot of attention, the last meters before Crocione. Here begins to appear a little 'ice vivo. Needless to dwell on the fact that the spikes might have been useful ... There is no point. We come, not without attention to Crocione, where cabbage that we enjoy the view ... A nice blast of fog makes us feel in the middle of the Po Valley, but, fortunately, does not last long.
We sit on the top, drink a little bit and then, calmly, waiting for the fog there a little gift 'of landscape, which takes place on time. The time, however, is the right one ... We are approaching lunchtime ... And this type of calls Richard and I are particularly sensitive. From
Crocione we bring to the collar and take the ridge trail that descends to the Refuge's Square. As before, we must be very attention to the snow and small ice sheets almost ... We start teasing each other .... I had not finished to magnify the advantage of being brevilineo, the fact that it has to be small the lower center of gravity and better controls of any slipping, that ... Tac! I take a sheet of ice, the legs go up in the face e. .. Bam! The back reclines so awkward and a bit 'violent to the ground, in perfect Fantozzi.
What follows can not bring it back on the blog without blushing. Never mind that, probably, I also spouts a complaint of obscene and blasphemous phrases (the veneticità makes itself felt in very similar cases).
Leaving on a second fall (and subsequent series of Venetian beads), we arrive at Piazza Refuge, which welcomes us with a good fire lit and inviting odorino ...
Our intentions are to be somber on the spot by the wayside. We order a carafe of red and two plates of polenta and roasted ... Which, fine, they vanish like snow in the sun.
beautiful, lively, with a full belly and a heart full of satisfaction for the views, calmly take the path for the return.
Along the path, I get a call from Louis, "c. .. But where are you? Are you kidding?". To which I say, "But, look, thought to have passed under Medal and Antimedale and I've noticed people coming up ..". "But we were !!!"... Omit some expressions, typical of alpine ...
In conclusion, the call can be summed up thus: "Luke, you find yourselves at the bar and Riccardo in Lecco in an hour."
was how the day was worthy of celebration and dedication ...
Richard and I, happy and fed, drinking beer and Daniel Louis, fell dall'Antimedale, where they had climbed with Valseschini. Fitting conclusion to a day of fun and enjoyable, with nice people!
Richard, in particular, the first to greet everyone has an appointment with the strike of the Medal. I, however, in my heart so I hope to soon be able to resume a speech remained open with a way of Another, Grande, Immortal huge and Richard ...
Medale Hello, come back soon!
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