parties that the sunlight has already flooded the mountains. It 's a clear day. The colors are very different from each other. I walk along the dirt road that will take me to the bottom of the valley Vignui leaving behind the isolated church of San Martino, a small masterpiece of religious folk art probably built on an ancient observation tower of the ancient Roman road, the Via Claudia Augusta alleged that connected the Adriatic Altino Augsburg in Germany. Way duvuto stop after a period of a physical ailment and I have to find a satisfactory pace. I'd like to climb on top of Sasso thin, the last summit of the long range of peaks Feltrine who turns to the east. Hence the net sink in a clear pyramid towards the rocky valley Neva. It will be a long grind of about eighteen hundred yards positive ... a chance for those still a bit 'of time. On the high peaks of light burst, the slopes in the shade waiting impatiently for the sun to go down "drunk." Calchera to take the path that in dense vegetation brings me to the steep pastures Ramezza High, long abandoned, but which retains its bucolic charm. The fatigue that occurs during the ascent route leads me to change: I could climb the wild Forcelletta, or settle for thin and fork then why not stay here a bit 'to the dairy to enjoy the rock walls of San Mauro or Ramezza so rich variety of landscapes, rocks mixed with grassy slopes, in forests and peaks at fault ... but because of the good weather, a peak never reached, not wanting to give up leads me to continue. Struts on lawns still full of moods at night, then leaves in the sun creeps in the forest, and among the pine woods that characterize this part of the mountain. Higher jagged rocks, giving way to fantasies, s'indovinano ramparts, fortresses towers fantastic way. Picolo dripping of water give a touch of magic. Date back to the path that has now linked to the high street that connects 2 Boz to the bivouac by Piaz, a curious serpentine path that follows the indentations of the rocks. Meanwhile, I turn up the look at the research site easier to climb to the top. I turn up on a grassy slope and direct way, with several breaks, from the side of rocks until I get out among mountain pines on the ridge where I was having to parry wide views to other groups of the Dolomites. I walk on the edge of the ridge. Towards the north will open up steep ravines, between jagged ridges and gullies that spin fast to the underlying scree penddi wooded. I feel sucked and I instinctively flinch. Then I get on the plane ridge almost "breathing" in the sky and I look at the brief summit. Meanwhile, fast and broken clouds and fog back to the valley, obscuring the view. Then how come they disappear, but others go back. I restrain myself to look at distant horizons. Descends along the route. Taken the path I'm looking for what's set to Giazzera Ramezza. Here once climbed the quarrymen of ice and entered into a large cave in which to accumulate snow. Cut blocks of ice carried down with slides for the deep canyon into the valley where they were loaded on wagons and andavano a rifornire la birreria di Pedavena. Fatiche immani per guadagnare un tozzo di pane e l'oblio non ha lasciato che un misero segno di passaggio a futura memoria. Ritorno a valle anch'io stanchissimo.
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