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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