On this Sunday of November, albeit pale, but other than above that have brought heavy rain to drown half the Veneto, I take perhaps the last chance to "make" a long trek sopraggingere before the snowfall. That sounds a bit 'to overdo . The hike will face in the style combining the trail walking, running and Nordic walking. Arrival at the rural church in Val di Vignui that the day is done. In the meadow vicinal structure is laid for the feast of the patron. Organizers challenge the mood of the time obviously relying on the frequent visits of the saint. M'inoltro along the dirt road in the grayness around him, where the only ones who can dictate a different shade are larches with their late autumn yellow colors ... red. A little 'running a bit' walking the arrival Baslaval a lime-kiln, where raising the look, I see that the bi nu properties have drawn a line and leave no look ahead. I continue on the path, pushing the sticks in the beech forest that has made her barren, abandoned the thick foliage. Only a few branches flaunts sparse leaves, while the "floor" a seductive red carpet covers the slopes. First with bold step, then go up the more realistic affectation steep path up to the dairy Ramezza of High where patches of snow give a touch of brown to white pastures. A short break to roll with the look of the walls of San Mauro emerging from the clouds and starts to climb toward widespread saddle fork meager passage that communicates between the valleys of Canzoi with that of St. Martin, formerly nomata Val Garza. Get there quick stamping caste blanket uppers with designs of the foot. Show me the deer whistles on. Thence to the east the high banks of the Three Stones Cimia and I refer to areas from western epic, to distant places to Rockey Mountains. Before the sun goes across the valley to illuminate a piece of mountain that was in greeting delay, with overhanging rocks, the Acapulco cliffs. Childbirth and go down in the snow, now frozen, of course. First zigzagging not far from superb outdoor walls of the Col Saladen Gai and then into the woods. With a small digression to 'route I'm going to take a look at alpine Scàrnia still in good condition. So I let myself be carried away by running through the beech magic Zocca Alto, then down, left Cold'Istiaga in Val di Canzoi. Meanwhile the sun has been done in the clouds illuminado wide open spaces. Despite myself I find myself always treat to walk in the shade, so I end up yelling a lot of bad luck. Since the unit of Enel from which some 'running, but walking more lightly on the road, gazing Petrarchan waters now so clear and fresh, coming near the' farm dell'Orsera Where does the road to Fraina.
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