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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.