Clear. On top, at dawn is an intense blue guess. No cloud hovers in the sky. Lake Valley Canzoi is rippled by a gentle breeze and the mountains are clearly seen seem to dance. Meanwhile, the peaks of the first rays of sun burn. Run after walking the rising sun behind the thick foliage of the vegetation. Abandoned the road to Frassen, stormed up the steep path that runs alongside the Caorame that in this narrow valley runs in a continuous succession of waterfalls, chutes and potholes of clear water, blue. In a move that I know very well, I fixed the intermediate points as goals to speed up mentally. The sunlight falls on the slopes relentless highlighting the peculiarities of rocks and ridges. From time to time I scan the sky seems so blue sea turned upside down. Arrival in dairy Cimonega, where he reveals the apotheosis of this detached corner of dolomites in ancient geological eras from the Pale di San Martino and wrecked on the reefs of the Vette. The clear of the rocks is enhanced in the blue sky. Sass de Mura Mez de Piz, Piz Sagron of the Eleven of Sasso, Sasso Largo, blackhead follow each other in the amphitheater as a gala stars. My regular pace, but quickly takes me to the quick red bivouacs Cai (Feltham and W. Bodo). From there look down the green valley where they seem Cimonega magnet strips of all white streams of water that gather before throwing a leap into the valley. Greeted the few patrons I walk back to the heart of the place between glaciated knobs, lean and green slopes, now climbing rocks or crumbly scree. I want to reach the ridge top, with his eyes to wander over. I follow the thin path that leads to the attack of the normal route to Piz Sagron. I go up to top of the ploughshare, which thence south wall below the circus, first of all for around sinks like an abyss. In the north the view flies on to the paddles of San Martino, down towards the green valley of the Mis. Countries that emerge here and there as white spots. Meanwhile, the clouds begin to wander malignant, then stationed on the heights, then hide them. I could climb the Piz. But given the irregularity of the clouds I go for a ride to the base between scree, small plants and flowers the pioneers of rock lay scattered in a mess that looks like a combination of contemporary art. Here is the kingdom of chamois, all'impovviso emerge from behind the ridge, then run fast way to the ledges. I go right behind the Mez de Piz to look at the rock slopes that descend to the valley Giasenozza in a bare and harsh environment. The collapse of rocks at the side of the Piz Sagron evoke scenes from epics of western movies. From up here you can enjoy a nice glance towards the valley floor of the Queen, I'm going to "recover" getting absorbed in the silence of the place. Then a long throw me back down into the valley.
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