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A Codera from Novate Mezzola
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
After more than a few weeks of "enforced" break ", causing the discomfort in his left knee and mange social work, comes the time to finally be able to resume walking in the mountains.
On Friday evening, did a quick consultation with my boyfriend, we see that the predictions give good weather for Saturday and not so good for Sunday ...
But we are too tired and stressed to think about to get up early, so we have to choose a destination that catches the eye, which is not too far and tiring, but, above all, something that "inspires" the two, ie something yet to "discover" (or know) in the company.
There are at least three years I read and reread the wonders of Codera Valley, one of the last inhabited valleys are not served by roads or service roads and on the whole not too much "eroded" by modernity. In recent years I have read and reread reports, brochures, books and references, in particular, I leafed through photo albums and a throttle for some time now, I am convinced of the "absolute necessity", not to mention moral duty to go to know this corner of paradise.
You know how it goes: when they have some small paradise for hikers, mountaineers and the climber by the name of Moregallo and Triangle Como, Grigne and Medal, and Noodler Campelli Orobie about an hour from home (but not, as at the right time), is almost physiological assume that attitude of "laziness to the guide" that has characterized my anyway and our mountain out of those three years when I started to move mountains ...
Every time you had the chance to get to know those areas that were not mentioned, always sticking out or becomes incapacitated, or simply the classic phrase "but no, we go there next time ... be visited next Codera time ..."...
This weekend, however, after several days of much fire, we decided to take to move at all costs ... Without up early morning, but, however, toward a goal still "virgin" for us. In the evening, prepare the pack "to spin" that is taking care to have the jackets and drink, and little else ... Then to bed, not too soon ...
Of course it ends up that we do not wake up until nine-thirty, and now that you wash, you drink coffee, you do morning ablutions and other practices, there's ten and a quarter ...
out: "CICCINA then, you're lucky to go to Codera ?"... "Well, if your friends have said it better ... If I davero warrant that there is not much difference and is not too steep ...".. Obviously perjury that the ride is almost flat .. Then, as if shot on the road to Damascus, I remember explaining to my boyfriend who is also known Codera from the point of view of tourism and food ... "Okay, let's go there, I just want to taste some local specialties ..."
hour and a half we are taking to move Monza, the Milan-Lecco-Colico and arrive at Novate Mezzola ... We park, the day is nice and warm and the view fabulous: the Valley is really catchy, it pushes you to go to meet you. Behind us, beyond the lake Novate stands, white and still look "Patagonia", His Majesty Legnone ... This area is little known to us, it's all about discovery.
begin to rise ... The trail is not for nothing level, but not intrusive, so it's nice and full of views open at every step. We can see that spring is coming, the trees with buds ready to bloom, and some shrubs are already in bloom ... A marvel.
After a few minutes we met a couple who goes up coder. He has a load comparable to that of a mule, she a nice backpack full. In their company, two really nice Cagnoni (dogs to be precise), quick to make friends. As often happens, we begin to chat and, with calm, we continue the ascent. We learn quickly that the two owners of the Inn of the coder, which, coincidentally, that was our destination for the day ... The walk
Continuous, alternating in some stretches ripidino frequent stops in order to chat and simple pleasure of observing the valley, once the steepest part of the climb, it opens and shows all his charm. We reach the village of Avedée, another enchanting place, where we see before us Codera and wonder of the valley that contains ...
continue, more and more cheerful, falling briefly to pick up a "tunnel" created to cover and protect the path to the coder, is in effect the main road to get there ... After all look at the puddles created by the river, while we stand in front of the mountains that divide the Codera Bergell and Val Masino ... The eyes are filled with joy and pleasure Alpine ...
reach well, happy, happy coder, which turns out to be much more beautiful than any photo report might suggest ... A tiny cemetery, then the "square" central, with a church, bell tower and on the right, the inn with adjoining ethnographic museum.
We let go and rest for a healthy look around and fill your eyes, then we go in, where our fellow travelers have been opened and the Inn, in short, provide a super platter of cold cuts and cheeses, accompanied by sound and cold drinks ...
For me, however, double satisfaction ... He, in fact, is of Venetian origin, so we begin to speak in your native language ... She, however, appears to be of Hungarian aminoranza Romania, Transylvania ... We take the opportunity to talk a bit 'in Romania, a little' in Hungarian, to be picked up by their spouses ... Laughter, joking, eating and drinking ...
Well, you could not ask for better. Moreover, she is a skilled bakery and bread in the prepared site with mountain water ... A pleasure ...
At some point we realize that it's five past ... After a healthy visit to the Ethnographic Museum (which really deserves) broken, lazy, half-heartedly ... We'd be happy up there in paradise without a car ...
The descent is still quiet, not forced down (I especially given the Rogne knee) and about seven o'clock, after several stops Panormo back into the vehicle ...
The way back is done lazily, without a slice of Saturday night watching some idiots do Colico developments between automakers and Lecco and shall carefully keep us apart ...
We are happy and cheerful, the knee is fine, but my head is still a bit 'strange ... It 's always hard to visit eun doversene paradise and return to reality and our head has no intention to follow if they have remained Codera ...
soon, Codera ... The Tracciolino, Bresciadega Brasca and I want to know ... I promise that I will arrive soon!
But we are too tired and stressed to think about to get up early, so we have to choose a destination that catches the eye, which is not too far and tiring, but, above all, something that "inspires" the two, ie something yet to "discover" (or know) in the company.
There are at least three years I read and reread the wonders of Codera Valley, one of the last inhabited valleys are not served by roads or service roads and on the whole not too much "eroded" by modernity. In recent years I have read and reread reports, brochures, books and references, in particular, I leafed through photo albums and a throttle for some time now, I am convinced of the "absolute necessity", not to mention moral duty to go to know this corner of paradise.
You know how it goes: when they have some small paradise for hikers, mountaineers and the climber by the name of Moregallo and Triangle Como, Grigne and Medal, and Noodler Campelli Orobie about an hour from home (but not, as at the right time), is almost physiological assume that attitude of "laziness to the guide" that has characterized my anyway and our mountain out of those three years when I started to move mountains ...
Every time you had the chance to get to know those areas that were not mentioned, always sticking out or becomes incapacitated, or simply the classic phrase "but no, we go there next time ... be visited next Codera time ..."...
This weekend, however, after several days of much fire, we decided to take to move at all costs ... Without up early morning, but, however, toward a goal still "virgin" for us. In the evening, prepare the pack "to spin" that is taking care to have the jackets and drink, and little else ... Then to bed, not too soon ...
Of course it ends up that we do not wake up until nine-thirty, and now that you wash, you drink coffee, you do morning ablutions and other practices, there's ten and a quarter ...
out: "CICCINA then, you're lucky to go to Codera ?"... "Well, if your friends have said it better ... If I davero warrant that there is not much difference and is not too steep ...".. Obviously perjury that the ride is almost flat .. Then, as if shot on the road to Damascus, I remember explaining to my boyfriend who is also known Codera from the point of view of tourism and food ... "Okay, let's go there, I just want to taste some local specialties ..."
hour and a half we are taking to move Monza, the Milan-Lecco-Colico and arrive at Novate Mezzola ... We park, the day is nice and warm and the view fabulous: the Valley is really catchy, it pushes you to go to meet you. Behind us, beyond the lake Novate stands, white and still look "Patagonia", His Majesty Legnone ... This area is little known to us, it's all about discovery.
begin to rise ... The trail is not for nothing level, but not intrusive, so it's nice and full of views open at every step. We can see that spring is coming, the trees with buds ready to bloom, and some shrubs are already in bloom ... A marvel.
After a few minutes we met a couple who goes up coder. He has a load comparable to that of a mule, she a nice backpack full. In their company, two really nice Cagnoni (dogs to be precise), quick to make friends. As often happens, we begin to chat and, with calm, we continue the ascent. We learn quickly that the two owners of the Inn of the coder, which, coincidentally, that was our destination for the day ... The walk
Continuous, alternating in some stretches ripidino frequent stops in order to chat and simple pleasure of observing the valley, once the steepest part of the climb, it opens and shows all his charm. We reach the village of Avedée, another enchanting place, where we see before us Codera and wonder of the valley that contains ...
continue, more and more cheerful, falling briefly to pick up a "tunnel" created to cover and protect the path to the coder, is in effect the main road to get there ... After all look at the puddles created by the river, while we stand in front of the mountains that divide the Codera Bergell and Val Masino ... The eyes are filled with joy and pleasure Alpine ...
reach well, happy, happy coder, which turns out to be much more beautiful than any photo report might suggest ... A tiny cemetery, then the "square" central, with a church, bell tower and on the right, the inn with adjoining ethnographic museum.
We let go and rest for a healthy look around and fill your eyes, then we go in, where our fellow travelers have been opened and the Inn, in short, provide a super platter of cold cuts and cheeses, accompanied by sound and cold drinks ...
For me, however, double satisfaction ... He, in fact, is of Venetian origin, so we begin to speak in your native language ... She, however, appears to be of Hungarian aminoranza Romania, Transylvania ... We take the opportunity to talk a bit 'in Romania, a little' in Hungarian, to be picked up by their spouses ... Laughter, joking, eating and drinking ...
Well, you could not ask for better. Moreover, she is a skilled bakery and bread in the prepared site with mountain water ... A pleasure ...
At some point we realize that it's five past ... After a healthy visit to the Ethnographic Museum (which really deserves) broken, lazy, half-heartedly ... We'd be happy up there in paradise without a car ...
The descent is still quiet, not forced down (I especially given the Rogne knee) and about seven o'clock, after several stops Panormo back into the vehicle ...
The way back is done lazily, without a slice of Saturday night watching some idiots do Colico developments between automakers and Lecco and shall carefully keep us apart ...
We are happy and cheerful, the knee is fine, but my head is still a bit 'strange ... It 's always hard to visit eun doversene paradise and return to reality and our head has no intention to follow if they have remained Codera ...
soon, Codera ... The Tracciolino, Bresciadega Brasca and I want to know ... I promise that I will arrive soon!
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