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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?
parties!
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 ...
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?
parties!
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 ...
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