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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!

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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.

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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.

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CLERICI FOLLOWING THE FOOTSTEPS OF Boga

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Lombardy Alps
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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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ON THE EDGE OF Vallepiana

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Grigna Southern Alps of Lombardy
Piramide Casati 1928 m.

edge of Vallepiana (D-, IV +, 195 m.)
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!

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TORRIONE BEATLES - IN ESCAPE FROM MILANO

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Tower Fiorelli
Via Normal
70 m, III
Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Last Wednesday was my last day work before a break of four days with back to Laguna, to recharge the batteries and devote myself to another of my great passions, fishing ...

then I did not have too much (like, I mean) to stay all day to translate and so ... And so I was not then difficult invernatrmi something ... Thank God, I have some "buddies" with which to organize ideas and issues id like little time ...

After working until two in the morning, the four forty-five I got up, I did a quick colazioncella and after a very classical set of practices on which I consider it superfluous to dwell (for decency), I headed to Ballabio, where a Another fugitive from the duties of the job waiting for me.

are six twenty, is now the second colazioncella ... Dressed up with a chat, sleepy initially, but with his eyes already turned to the wonders of Grignetta. We

a quick reference: to 12.30 must both be at work ...

Ok, the decision makes no effort to get there: we still have to close your account with one of the pinnacles of Grignetta, the Tower Fiorelli. Moreover, the same route is north-facing ... I am not one hundred meters of climbing ... What more can you ask for a hot day in the valley?

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Climb cheerful blaze in the spire of Dante that catch fire and go up the path Sinigaglia crest to the height of the Tower of the Cave, where a sign points right to the Fiorelli ...

The path is treacherous, landslide, and even though almost flat, not at all be taken lightly ... But this is the least ...

Just below the tower of the Cave, as well as a blaze of red lilies simply amazing, we note that we have to go through a jungle of nettles, which not only will make us scratch for a few minutes, but also cover the very thin track (and slip would mean Resinelli to find ...).

past (not without some invocation to the Creator) the dangerous nettles and arrive at peaceful Tower ... Then, say "quiet" for avoid having to remember that the writer, to avoid a large bundle of these plants, managed to slip and land on the path quite hidden in full-bodied in the midst of those seedlings, certainly not bad, but not quite popular ... There followed a rush of heresy worthy of a Venetian doc, between the laughter of David ... Laughter durations, however, very little, since the above had the excellent idea to get in the pants to his knees and out of the thicket of nettles lobster color (leave out the profanity, but at least he does not pull down moccoloni fearful of her partner ).

Calmly we harness. looking at the beautiful tower above us, and, after a healthy scratch (no balls, but against the nettles) we start to climb the three tirelli, simple, third degree with a pair of passaggetti avoidable (but very enjoyable) just above.

The first traces back a spur, first vertically and then around it, then bring to a kind of dropout. Really nice, simple but never boring, even educational, I guess.

From here, to gully and then along a large knife, he reached the second best stop. This section, which can be approached in various ways, has at least two points for conformation and lubricity due to the numerous steps, forcing them to think well on the movement to do. Nothing that goes above the III / III +, but that never trivial, which gives pleasure.

From here, the first to crack and then a long Caminone who knows so much about the origins of climbing, you reach the little short on top, of course, with a cross ... Needless to say, we wish to count it in the fireplace, incpaonendoci want to go their own way ... But the beauty is: ein always safe, never do anything foolish, me and David did not give up and never to return children to do the "Bambi" as they say in these parts.

arrive at the cross, happy, happy, in spite of the brevity of salita.Altre laughing, a cigarette of the summit and then down, with two double strings, at the base. The second one is pretty long and the last part is almost in a vacuum, with the particularity that someone (do not name names, but it was not me), it was careful not to tell me that I was going to land on another cespuglione nettles ... Anyways', another scratching, laugh away, to get rid of harness and other sundries in backpacks.

back down the path, not without some small satisfaction on my part when David tried again to pass the taste amid bushes of nettles half a meter tall with short pants, and quickly, at 11.30 we are at the Bar Ballabio, where, due to the beer made in a voice very seriaci cellularedi we speak to work. To end the call, drink beers, we salute you, ready to enter into their car, get changed and go back to the professionals serious, but I would first be exchanged in a healthy hug and promise to meet again soon ...


Sound gitarella, only us on that steeple, beautiful weather, wonderful company of David ... Yes, you have to do it again soon! E 'duties! Grigna always called, is stronger, more charming and less deadly sirens of Ulysses ...

Ah, how nice to steal a half-day mid-week ...