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Grigna Southern Group Mushroom
Torre (1728 m)
Via Corti (D-, 70 m, V) and Via Pilon (D-, 110 m, V)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Although it is August, this year I have a workload monstrous ... I have to take, with nails and teeth, the few hours available when I can, by grasping at the chance ...
deals, however, we must build sapersele, because if it is blind luck, bad luck sees us very well ...
So what? The bad luck that, as the cloud of Fantozzi, is always there, lurking, and above all, listens to you.
Al phone, then spend some 'time between Friday and Monday to curse the work and to repeat that, alas, the planned trip Tuesday with Luigi Slowrun had gone to hell ... In fact, accomplices and SMS messaging code in a phone call yesterday evening, me and Louise we are at 7 at his home in Lecco.
A greeting and then chat in the car, to the Resinelli. A caffettino the oven, then off to the Direttissima ...
There is a dog around a lot 'and arrive at a good pace, surrounded by a fog of fumes typically grigneschi, the deviation for the group of the fungus.
The path is definitely climbing, to be followed very carefully, but it settles well soon at the base of that wonderful group ...
I've never ridden this particular group of needles so ... Luigi gets the ball and gives me a linkage "unusual" or via the Courts Tower, rappelling in the channel between Torre and mushroom to stop the starting edge of Boga, before which there is the rest of the starting Pylons way, recently re-equipped, that the good Louis still has not done.
Climb the courts ... In the fog. Two good shots and IV + V continuous rock fabulous ... On top one can see close to live across the tops of the Lancia and Mushroom ... It almost seems like we can jump on top of ...
begin the long double attack that we must file the Pylons via ...
omit, too, that near the end of the room, I can land just above the good that I was watching Louis, sedendomici above ... Fantozziana a scene that involves us in a good laugh and quite long sentences that I can not mention.
We are in a canyon of majestic beauty and awesome, including the momentum of the Tower and the Mushroom, while below us playing some chamois, causing small explosions for falling rocks ...
The voices of hikers who pass through the Direttissima, and yet a million miles away from any marked trail and the only way out is to go for the top ...
Way Pylons is poorly understood, perhaps because of recent refitting. They are 110 meters + IV and V constant, beautiful rock for the first two shots ... Luigi
salt, feel enjoy the beauty of rock climbing and I scream. The first 40 meters are demanding on the physical level, the difficulty never gives up, but the rock is fabulous ... The second shot also has a nice technical diedrino wall and then still open, with blades and handles, often verticalissime or more. A final deposit diedrino I parked, where we look, thanks to the arrival of a little 'sun, an unusual perspective to the mushroom and a minimum of scenery.
The third shot, however, we reserve a strange surprise. A stretch of six to seven meters yellowish, delicate, quite different from the rocks so far known, except to say that Louis goes "here all is not balance ... Then he disappears beyond the vertical ... She calls me from the summit, after forty meters yarn.
I go quiet, enjoying the rock to the "Giallone ... Here I
very clumsy, I remain in the hands of a couple of holds that they consider good and I can not get on top of the situation. To avoid temptation, I remove the reference (so I can keep from Luigi), the warning to be careful and stop if necessary and try to right ... Incrodo me and I have to hang ...
left Provo ... Same as above with potatoes. I'm hanging ... And I run.
wait a couple of minutes, study the passage ... I decided to try it. I climb right on two flakes, I can stretch just enough and I find a handle for the left, it seems enough ... I lift up my legs and I can still come up ... Meeting the rock and go from yellow to gray ...
It's not over: the vertical wall is still beautiful, but the rock is a new gray-white, but the few good offers that you would like handles, the blades, although steep, they make you raise ...
arrival on the ridge and I am welcomed by a white rock work, full of spikes and hourglasses pretty sure ...
I'm out, grinning with Luigi ...
You tease, one photographer and a drink ...
followed by a double hundred feet long that settles notch between tower and bell tower, passing first along the normal to the Tower ...
you think it's over?
stain ...
The strings (of course) fit and Luis, after pulling down everything that could be called into question, must go back with Prusik, while I continue to sing the praises of his new strings ... In short
Louis is back to base. The strings are "made up" and start again ...
It 's the highlight of the trip.
No, I'm not talking about a road, but the platter of meats and cheeses with beers to Resinelli ...
Some sunshine allows us, before arriving dall'Ercole, to do some photos, then down to the Direttissima ... Then a few laughs, beer, sausages and ciacole with Hercules ...
the phone with Mark Anghileri we feel that we knew in the Dolomites.
us that is coming down from the Marmolada ... He had tried the "fish" and has taken hail and snow ... It sends us warmly to fuck tell because we have a lot of fun.
The rest is a history of daily flight ...
return to Lecce, Luigi with greetings, incoming calls on your mobile (insults throttle) and go back home ... Shower and PC, late into the night.
But who cares, this is in the bag ... Thanks Luigi, the prox.
deals, however, we must build sapersele, because if it is blind luck, bad luck sees us very well ...
So what? The bad luck that, as the cloud of Fantozzi, is always there, lurking, and above all, listens to you.
Al phone, then spend some 'time between Friday and Monday to curse the work and to repeat that, alas, the planned trip Tuesday with Luigi Slowrun had gone to hell ... In fact, accomplices and SMS messaging code in a phone call yesterday evening, me and Louise we are at 7 at his home in Lecco.
A greeting and then chat in the car, to the Resinelli. A caffettino the oven, then off to the Direttissima ...
There is a dog around a lot 'and arrive at a good pace, surrounded by a fog of fumes typically grigneschi, the deviation for the group of the fungus.
The path is definitely climbing, to be followed very carefully, but it settles well soon at the base of that wonderful group ...
I've never ridden this particular group of needles so ... Luigi gets the ball and gives me a linkage "unusual" or via the Courts Tower, rappelling in the channel between Torre and mushroom to stop the starting edge of Boga, before which there is the rest of the starting Pylons way, recently re-equipped, that the good Louis still has not done.
Climb the courts ... In the fog. Two good shots and IV + V continuous rock fabulous ... On top one can see close to live across the tops of the Lancia and Mushroom ... It almost seems like we can jump on top of ...
begin the long double attack that we must file the Pylons via ...
omit, too, that near the end of the room, I can land just above the good that I was watching Louis, sedendomici above ... Fantozziana a scene that involves us in a good laugh and quite long sentences that I can not mention.
We are in a canyon of majestic beauty and awesome, including the momentum of the Tower and the Mushroom, while below us playing some chamois, causing small explosions for falling rocks ...
The voices of hikers who pass through the Direttissima, and yet a million miles away from any marked trail and the only way out is to go for the top ...
Way Pylons is poorly understood, perhaps because of recent refitting. They are 110 meters + IV and V constant, beautiful rock for the first two shots ... Luigi
salt, feel enjoy the beauty of rock climbing and I scream. The first 40 meters are demanding on the physical level, the difficulty never gives up, but the rock is fabulous ... The second shot also has a nice technical diedrino wall and then still open, with blades and handles, often verticalissime or more. A final deposit diedrino I parked, where we look, thanks to the arrival of a little 'sun, an unusual perspective to the mushroom and a minimum of scenery.
The third shot, however, we reserve a strange surprise. A stretch of six to seven meters yellowish, delicate, quite different from the rocks so far known, except to say that Louis goes "here all is not balance ... Then he disappears beyond the vertical ... She calls me from the summit, after forty meters yarn.
I go quiet, enjoying the rock to the "Giallone ... Here I
very clumsy, I remain in the hands of a couple of holds that they consider good and I can not get on top of the situation. To avoid temptation, I remove the reference (so I can keep from Luigi), the warning to be careful and stop if necessary and try to right ... Incrodo me and I have to hang ...
left Provo ... Same as above with potatoes. I'm hanging ... And I run.
wait a couple of minutes, study the passage ... I decided to try it. I climb right on two flakes, I can stretch just enough and I find a handle for the left, it seems enough ... I lift up my legs and I can still come up ... Meeting the rock and go from yellow to gray ...
It's not over: the vertical wall is still beautiful, but the rock is a new gray-white, but the few good offers that you would like handles, the blades, although steep, they make you raise ...
arrival on the ridge and I am welcomed by a white rock work, full of spikes and hourglasses pretty sure ...
I'm out, grinning with Luigi ...
You tease, one photographer and a drink ...
followed by a double hundred feet long that settles notch between tower and bell tower, passing first along the normal to the Tower ...
you think it's over?
stain ...
The strings (of course) fit and Luis, after pulling down everything that could be called into question, must go back with Prusik, while I continue to sing the praises of his new strings ... In short
Louis is back to base. The strings are "made up" and start again ...
It 's the highlight of the trip.
No, I'm not talking about a road, but the platter of meats and cheeses with beers to Resinelli ...
Some sunshine allows us, before arriving dall'Ercole, to do some photos, then down to the Direttissima ... Then a few laughs, beer, sausages and ciacole with Hercules ...
the phone with Mark Anghileri we feel that we knew in the Dolomites.
us that is coming down from the Marmolada ... He had tried the "fish" and has taken hail and snow ... It sends us warmly to fuck tell because we have a lot of fun.
The rest is a history of daily flight ...
return to Lecce, Luigi with greetings, incoming calls on your mobile (insults throttle) and go back home ... Shower and PC, late into the night.
But who cares, this is in the bag ... Thanks Luigi, the prox.
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