Bleeding Between Periods Common Perimenipause

PROLOGUE

The idea had fallen almost to wither scherzo.Rischiò prematuramente.Se is not

happened, I have to thank a dear amici.Anche inseparable pair of a bit of trouble if she was terminated by the skin of our teeth ...

2004.Non Spring is so important that four years have passed since the beginning of the new millennium, as they are just two of a painful separation. The forced separation from my wife has inevitably brought about montagne.E other, new esperienze.Come the joining of a historical group of my country, thus beginning the noble art of sbandieratore.Ma mainly by a host of new knowledge. And some important new amicizia.Denis, first of all.

Instructor flags from more than ten years of experience and who possessed a mastery rara.Uno that, in the clearing behind the square Ariostea of \u200b\u200bFerrara, by the way European Mecca of the flag in break of heated competition between the various districts of the city was able, as it was, picking up a flag and having them do a lot of these changes and to make the shell-eyed contendenti.O to spin flags quattro_cinque during solo performances in some medieval festival, with skill worthy of a circus and applause.

computer wizard, a bassist in a band amateur wood carver, by the remarkable culture, estoverso and, last but not least, a great lover of montagna.Dall 'summer of 2003, soon after his sepaarazione, the peaks quasai we became inseparable.

new friends added to those vecchi.Marco R, physique sky_runner, hopeless laggard, down from his feet exhibitionist ninety-two, casinos and tombeur_des femmes.Johnny-Bear, Venetian thoroughbreds including the name, and the opposite from both physical and character primo.Eddy, aristocratic air, measured in words and gestures, with a face divided in half between two bottle bottoms and a permanent smile.

Francesco.Un English lord And then by chance parti.Dalla from our great culture and imbued with a natural optimism cracked only learned from the painful aftermath vicissitudini.Di more than a decade older than us, tacitly elected by putative father group.

conoscenze.Andrea The old saying "Ughe. Cacciatore.Ma also the lover of the mountains and the Great Guerra.Con bag military, football shorts and inseparable bottle of merlot or its garganego.Produzione glass and glass-wrapped nell'asciugamano, or else the wine loses sapore.Tanto, the sopressa served with kitchen knife and wooden panaretto usual thinks Denis.

said David "Fang". A climber missing, often the victim of absurd ipocondrie.A sometimes surly, often taciturno.Salvo start the chatter on the first glass of wine, sitting on some rocks, and made her face flushed from the Sun to become sympathetic to the second, third and very nice out of my mind from then on.

Sandro said "Grandpa." Not for the aged or for the body, after years of football and mountain biking, but for an incurable indolence, in the movements in the words in gesti.Un airtight jar, a sphinx, maybe a case clinico.Ma honest, loyal, selfless.

A corollary of girls incostante.Nei easy laps all by the presence, in the most demanding one or due.L 'only really passionate, Margaret, unfortunately very taken by his work as a career woman.

Worth a mention Donatella.Occhioni blue trekking directly paid to the sand of a beach, can not stay silent for a moment on the climbs even more ripide.Capace to defend in a sword is one of his theorem, the tumbler 'experience of a friend sometimes caught somewhere just to endorse its ragioni.Quante endless discussions on relations between the two of us ... But at the end uomo_donna nice, buona.Quando not there, you feel a little empty.

E poi la Chiara.Lunghi capelli al vento,due occhi grandi così,un sorriso perenne.Artista sin nel profondo,studentessa all'Accademia di Belle Arti di Venezia,esploratrice dell'iper-realismo tanto da vederla spesso con un'ingombrante macchina fotografica appesa al collo,alla ricerca di particolari che sfuggono o sono ritenuti quasi insignificanti dai più.

Ricordo ancora la prima volta che la vidi.Nuova fiamma di Denis da pochissimi giorni.Guarda caso,un'escursione in montagna.Era settembre ed al mattino faceva un po'fresco Come confessò lei dopo,era preoccupata di trovare due persone"che se la tirano",con tanto di abbigliamento tecnico e tutto il resto.Restò pleasantly surprised by our simplicity, and laughed a lot of my cotton undershirt pink shorts as well as our corti.Io I was captivated by his sympathy and dolcezza.Andrea it was even more so when, on top of Corno Battisti, handed her the ' ever-present glass of red wine filled to the brim. the disse.Lei unflinchingly swallowed it all at fiato.Ricordo still gave me the look that Ughe and her smile of approval.

Every Sunday in that autumn of 2003 and then in March the following year saw us working on many mountains around Vicenza and Trento, with some climbing and some points on Dolomiti.Io I almost always assumed the role Driving and hiking and historical, my great passions, but the look collegiate and friendship have always played a dominant role, with evenings spent at the pizzeria or farm often up to eleven or mezzanotte.Sport and fun.

He made history by Denis coined the phrase "Group of Friends of the spire and Gothic." I began to talk about a dream in my name cassetto.Si Altavia Dolomiti.Tra of a laugh and a beer I was almost taken for pazzo.Ma then the idea began to be carefully strada.Dapprima then gradually with increasing enthusiasm.

Experience teaches you how to go then to finish some work cose.Problemi, holidays that do not coincide, fear not make it, people who suddenly eclipsed even after the fact for that purpose piece of Cai.

Moral of the story, even a couple of weekends organizational commitment in the Dolomites served to dispel doubts and incertezze.Ai early July we had been groped in only four who wanted the company, and thank goodness that came the 'ok doctor for Clare, facing a period of weakness and pressure bassa.A dell'Altavia twenty days from the beginning, organized by Denis in beautifully with reservations and elevation profiles, here is the defection of Zanna.A are useless flattery , encouragement and veiled minacce.Ostinato, entrenched himself behind a which does not allow.

What to do? I found myself alone, with a couple of close friends, but still a coppia.Ero almost decided to drop everything and just loving the continuing insistence of both almost convinced me to retrace my steps.

Certainly a bit of fear there. None of the three of us had ever competed in a trek along nine giorni.E then an amateur tap that even unconsciousness. Sleeveless shirts, shorts calcium, poncho and pants nylon rain, sweat suit for the evening, nothing heavy or technical, no gloves nor head torch nor sticks.

Denis and Clare had qualche camicia a maniche lunghe,pantaloni lunghi ed un cappellino a testa,ma tutto rigorosamente economico,in cotone.

L'ultima tappa dell'Altavia prevedeva la ferrata del Marmol,attraverso la difficile parete sud dello Schiara,su roccia a tratti marcia.Decidemmo di saltarla e di concludere il percorso sulla statale agordina,per non appesantire lo zaino con imbrago e moschettoni oltre i sette chili stabiliti,otto e mezzo con l'acqua,ed inoltre per non rischiare in modo del tutto gratuito l'incolumità fisica.

Dal punto di vista logistico,partenza con due auto distinte,in modo da averne una all'inizio ed una alla fine del percorso,rendendoci così del tutto indipendenti.Certo,se qualcuno si fosse offerto di farci da bus-navetta non avremmo rifiutato,ma andò bene anche così.

Per gli alpinisti veri o per quelli che fanno i trekking sino ai campi base degli Ottomila il nostro percorso può apparire quasi una passeggiata,ma per noi era la più grande impresa di montagna mai fatta prima.Roba da parlarne per anni,da far gonfiare il petto o magari da far schiattare di rabbia gli amici colpevolmente rinunciatari.

Brendola,marzo 2008.

Start Snowmobile Repair

Saturday 7 - LAKE BRAIES / Sunday 8

up at half past five, the time to fix rucksack and boots and dress to the six already in auto.La day promises to be hot, but it's comforting to know they are in a phase of stable weather. Hopefully hard.

Through Montecchio quickly with virtually no traffic and yellow lights flashing and I aviation dell'Agno up the valley. Pasubio The Carega and, in the midst of which stands the jagged profile of Sengir Alto, stand out clear in the sky azzurro.Pochi some vehicles and cyclists along the curves of the low pass Priabona then, after the straights of Molina, I am finally take the main road of the new Gasparona direction Bassano.

mentally curses against the doom that forces us to take the three Altavia, review the contents of the pack several times asking me if I took aspirin and paracetamol the pen of ammonia against insect bites and finally , when I enter Valsugana, I stop right in the parking lot of the brewery and Clare are Trenti.Denis puntualissimi.Entriamo to breakfast in the room quietly, as they are just seven, and this seems almost a rite indispensable each time you passes through here and the destination is the summit of the Dolomites or some Lagorai.

The massive wooden structure and warm the room surrounded by olive trees a cinch, the three beautiful ragazze in abiti succinti dietro il bancone e le continue risate e prese in giro dei miei compagni mi mettono di buonumore.

Dopo la galleria di Arsiè superiamo Feltre,vigilata dalle sue dirupate Vette e,poco prima di Belluno,svoltiamo verso Agordo.Percorriamo un'altra decina di chilometri pervenendo infine al ristorante La Stanga.Un accurato studio studio della cartina ci consiglia di spostarci un pò più in su,in località Pinei,e la strada bianca con piccolo slargo sulla sinistra sembra fare al caso nostro.La rotabile sale al rifugio Bianchet ed è chiusa da una sbarra dopo poche centinaia di metri.Proprio allo sbocco della valle che per noi sarà l'epilogo del percorso.La vecchia Escort di Denis,di say something that is very neglected and dirty inside and out beyond words, is designated to stand in place while starting the transfer of backpacks and boots on my Golf, looking only slightly better.

At one point I see Denis busy with a piece of cardboard dug up somewhere, with whom he finally manages to make a sort of barely legible sign that attaches in some way within a window. , followed by his name and number of telefono.Io and Clare look at us and burst out laughing for no more able to stop.

the road again soon overcome and Livinallongo Alleghe, at the top of the hill Corvara to the Campolongo pass and then descend down the endless curves of the interminable vel Badia.Da Brunico on the traffic lights and traffic is very intenso.Tra various columns Braies we finally arrive at noon and a half!

The valley is landlocked and parking, large and mandatory, literally overflow with cars and motor-coach every grandezza.Ci'll have to go into that further and, after contracting slightly with the custodians to , that hardly means Italian, I can rip a flat rate of three euro a day for parking.

I put the boots imitated by my teammates and together we go to eat something in a nearby kiosk and take a break bagno.Mi realize that none of us have slippers for the night, even though it clearly has a pair of tennis shoes to relieve his delicate feet and serving as an alternative in the soil easier , and therefore established to take advantage of those usually provided in the shelters.

avviarsi.Ci comes forward to ask each other if we are not by chance doing something beyond our possibilità.E if we went instead to take a tour of the lakes of Carinthia? After some good hiking in the area is could certainly arrange ..... Time of the delay silenzio.Rompo walk along the paved road, shaded by lush abeti.E 'each e mezzo del pomeriggio ed in dieci minuti giungiamo all'arco di legno con la scritta Lago di Braies-Pragser Wildsee 1484m,proprio di fianco al gigantesco hotel costruito nell'Ottocento.Nemmeno il sovraffollamento riesce a rompere la magia del luogo.Lo specchio d'acqua s'incunea con forma oblunga tra i rilievi dello Schwarzberg 2142m e del Grande Apostolo 1995m con un colore verde smeraldo dalle incredibili trasparenze,ed in esso si riflette con nitore ed in tutta la sua imponenza la dolomitica parete nord della Croda del Becco 2810m,o Seekofel che dir si voglia.

Oltrepassiamo la chiesetta di pietra prendendo la stradina che costeggia il lago,con turisti in infradito famigliole coppiette e mamme che spingono passeggini da dodge continuo.Ogni rock cove area of \u200b\u200bgrass or under trees is literally packed with people, with the blue sky and a temperature that is around 25gradi.

we come to the attack of the path, where a table of wood inscribed with a number within a triangle, a sign that we will see many times painted on rocks or on the trail with color usually blue, but occasionally also in red.

We climb through a steep scree slope, with the heating of the trail at times buried by falling rocks but still evident, and surrounded by patches of mughi.Abbiamo cautious pace and determination of those who want regular forces, but despite I keep this space my mates and stop occasionally to aspettarli.Verso the first off-Denis rocky waves me andare.Supero an aerial platform with steel handrail and then, in an environment that becomes increasingly lunar I reached the location of the hole Giavo 1820m, noting the small pond not far Seebel, attacking and then a short easy stretch equipped to reach finally the so-called Latin Camp 2015m.

pulls cold air and sky, cloudy at first, becomes increasingly dark and threatening, as she begins to fall and a rain poncho coprizaino sottile.Infilo promptly, remembering the bad experience of the previous month when I came to the shelter Comedians with all the clothing wet cell phone and buzzed like a toaster in a bathtub on the past I bagno.Mi off between groups of cows to pasture, with two of them even tried to load them, I greet a couple of hikers coming down and I am amazed at seeing three boys mountain bike literally shoulder.

I had promised myself to wait for the arrival here of my companions, but thunder closer convince me but to hasten the ascent continues passo.La marked with slope and some rock or rocks to climb over, and meanwhile stops and under the rain ponchos are in a sweat.

I admire the Croda Rossa d'Ampezzo 3146m and hit me structures of the basal Seekofel bizarrely shaped, compressed with the layers on each other and interrupted by deep holes similar to large carie.Scollino near a small shrine as he unleashes a hurricane. I travel the few hundred meters down that separate me from the shelter where I put Biella 2360m ready to change and settle down a bit '.

A strong wind makes the rain come in waves, while the hollow sound of thunder is soon replaced by hammering on the roof of a violent grandinata.Tutti present the many eyes are glued to the windows of the building Spartan . I am here safe, but worried about my friends.

'm sixteen, and I see them after a good half hour to get completely soaked and shivering, but incolumi.Beviamo a hot tea and, because it continues to rain, we try to ask for accommodation we had booked notte.Il refuge Senes is more than one hour, and in these conditions it seems more prudent desistere.Anche because the owner, an energetic woman with gray hair and about sixty, assures us that yes, something can be done without a doubt.

As the sky begins to lighten and the last barrel, then flying off, order a liter of beautiful raboso in three, with carbonated water and so many "plates alpinist" robust ration mushrooms and polenta stew formaggio.Osservo the great tapestry that covers the entire counter, with an ibex in evidence, and while I order coffee with three good plums aside.

I meet several guests who are walking as we Altavista, and it ends up that we all come together, except the Germans, around a table in the tumbler full repertoire of songs and the Alpine mountain , with the uvula watered by several rounds of Grappin.

Cashing in a whole company of Sandhurst led by Alfredo 55anni and gray hair, which we dubbed "Gandalf", then the athlete from Mirko red curly hair, and Diego said "Tecio," "Chef" with the girlfriend and finally Paul, the authentic impersonator of Umberto Bossi were it not for the thick long hair down to the spalle.Ci are two experienced climbers Milan, Fabrizio said, "Lumberjacks" for his persistent snoring, then discover, and Laura. She pretty nice as well as him walking encyclopedia of montagne.E 's true that the greatness of a man is not measured by the yardstick, so that the approximately 175cm of her, he opposes a head that sits proud almost to the shoulder. Stefano and Jacinta, thirty of Lodi to hit the trail with packs of four twelve p.m. kg respectively, and heaven knows what they can never lead us dentro.Forse stuck, perhaps for fear of flying away in some very windy days. join us to two twenty-five Norwegian Trondheim, albino-skinned ice colored eyes and hair that change color from blond to the bianco.Non understand a word of Italian and fortunately some of us, including me, effortlessly moves slightly with the English.

I go out to smoke a cigarette imitated by many others, but what is worse is that the more one comes to ask me and that annoys me a bit ', given the limited supply and not widespread shops of tobacco in the neighborhood.

Gunther, which we renamed Olaf, pick up a guitar and sings with a lot of talent there so many songs of the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, as they continue to mysteriously get full trays grappini.Ad to a certain point they are struggling to determine if the stars shine more of a beautiful clear once again, the eyes of these white teeth or Marianne, shown in a smile more and more young people are also two convinto.Ci Treviso to making an effort to drain bicchierini.Marco, good-natured and a physical po'tozzo and Philip, athletic and handsome playboy vocazione.Da hikers are sober race.

Tecio It's cold but maybe does not hear him, as Marianne heels close up, suddenly a strip-tease to stay up in panties and socks, and paw up pretty sharp flakes of rock, perhaps to give proof of great strength the soles of his feet, between laughter and mockery beats a po'spinte.

At 22:00 o'clock opens a window and the big woman with a firm voice of the shelter we call to order. We return almost immediately caught by fear reverenziale.Io Denis and Clare are placed on the wooden floor, being tables already occupied with mats and a makeshift indoor testa.Riesco close my eyes just a couple of times, however, promptly woke up in a bad way because of my snoring, and somehow runs the long night of rare silence and overlapping of thoughts, perhaps in a state of drowsiness.

Thanking Guest On Wedding Program

HUT ROD - ROD HUT / HUT FANES

At 7:00 the entire refuge and mattress risveglia.Arrotolo covered, prepare and put on his backpack scarponi.Dopo hearty breakfast I go upstairs for washing and note that the only shower is a kind of watering hanging over a Turkish, with only cold water, even cold, supplied .

At 8.30 I go to wait for my friends but also new friends in the evening I precedente.Come supplies and a half liters of water and a chocolate bar, as strong here as well sempre.Batte heart Ladin, evidenced by green white and blue flag that flutters in the wind along with triangles of cloth colorful Tibetan prayer on a day so clear that the harsh morning light is almost abbagliante.Fisso look at two stops on an ibex close off, then I was almost severed his breath, seeing the ring of mountains that I circondano.Dietro the Croda Rossa peeps Sorapiss then from left to right Pelmo Tofana within and to Rozes, then Furcia Red Piz de Conturines, Piz de Lavarella and Sas de les Nu ..... The glow of the sun on the structures of pink and white dolomite forms at times jagged and pointy hours of the mountains give a touch of lightness to the almost surreal picture.

walk on a grassy field dotted with countless boulders clear, while on our right Seekofel 2810m looks like a giant hump of some prehistoric animal asleep.

I a last look around the hut Biella, almost an enclave in the Venetian territory in South Tyrol, with the stone structure that seems to vanish into thin air made of a cliff we see a show roccia.Su incredibile.Il Fanes facing each plateau is divided from us by a sea of \u200b\u200bmilky white thick fog lying in the valley.

We pass the refuge Sennes 2126m then begin to go down a beautiful path where a few isolated larch appear until landing on a track that we follow for a while. 'Some wooden buildings, including a nice little church, surrounding the refuge Fodara Vedla 1972m where we get to drink a coffee.

There are many le mountain bike,in maggioranza provenienti dalla statale Cortina-Dobbiaco lungo la facile carrareccia che sale da Ra Stua.

Propongo,per non perdere inutilmente 400metri di dislivello,di seguire la variante detta Sentiero del Cacciatore lungo la nord del Banch dal Sè 2330m,ma il gestore ci informa che recenti frane lo hanno reso molto pericoloso e ce lo sconsiglia fortemente.

Quasi di malavoglia io e Mirko,seguiti dagli altri alla spicciolata,ci incamminiamo lungo la stradina bianca che prosegue dapprima in leggera discesa in mezzo ad un bel bosco poi,qundo iniziano i tornanti,con una pendenza impressionante,tanto che un paio di ciclisti smontano di sella per afraid to break up the canyon freni.Scendiamo quickly to reach the refuge Pederü 1548m, at the head of the valley Tamersc, arriving even a paved road toll.

The influx of people here are great and the car in the parking lot numerose.Al wooden bridge, the guys at Sandhurst they stop for a foot bath in the icy waters of the Rio San Vigilio, between jokes and risate.Il place is beautiful, a basin surrounded by high rock terraces interrupted by lava and shrouded by larches and pines.

We go hard a fan gravel with zig-zag path protected by fences of wood and then fades away when the climb a little 'do not pass Lè Piciodel 1821m away from a green sheet of water almost completely immobile, while the mule track that goes from the valley after numerous cross again took our steps.

continue lapping patches of conifers and sweating profusely under the hot sun, I see clearly and to give some sign of fatigue but always lovingly helped by Mirko Denis.Intanto reaches us, started from very Pederü after us, while others have been lost tracce.Questo 39anni boy has an incredible body, makes mountain bike races and cross country and tells us to have a lung capacity of almost seven liters.

The slope rears up and grit my teeth to hold the pace of Mirko, but these are hardly aware of and slows down a step to wait and chat po'il various cose.Ad be more precise, we are divided fraternally with the task: he speaks and I panting.

skirt a jump of the cliff where a waterfall roars incredibly transparent jade green, while above us stands the crest of Furcia Fers 2534m from the unusual casting of pure white and then We come out at last on a plateau surrounded by conifers.

At a junction there is a unique bench topped by an elaborate wooden structure, while many buildings around us appear dimensioni.Bevo some small sips of water while we wait Denis and Clare and in the meantime someone goes mountain biking and jeep shuttle service which is in charge of gathering dust in dovere.Siamo ten minutes from their shelters, and I feel a bit 'that all the new friends alloggino Lavarella, leaving so the three of us alone.

We salute you and we are quick to retreat Fanes 2060m.Sono only 13:00, we will have plenty of time to annoiarci.Quattro hours and 500m in altitude today, two and a half hours and the altitude of 875m prima.Tutto day so far in all the Altavista and rose water, compared to the excursions we abituati.L 'only question is whether we will hold so many days without much pain.

A crowd of tourists are gathered in the immediate vicinity, on the tables in the dining room and terrace of the building. I remain dumbfounded, not so much by its large structure with three wings facciatr coated with half-timbering, as the sliding entrance doors , luxury, hidden in a fake country, baths and showers with mosaic tiles and clean towels in the dormitories were not for dotazione.Non from bunk beds, the words of the refuge could easily mutate into one of the hotel.

A good clean with a little 'clothes and ourselves, then we take advantage of a rest for a couple of hours. He came down about five to sit in the sun, smoking a cigarette, a bit 'annoyed by the constant bustle and chatter of those present, which, fortunately, little by little began to disperse, most of them with the jeep-bus and the other on foot.

The sky is meanwhile taking a tone matte black, gray and sometimes they get up gusts of wind freddo.Sto to head back when I see a silver lead a small group of people.The 'pace does not leave a po'ciondolante doubt is Alfred and the boys with him to Sandhurst, which are rising from the nearby refuge Lavarella salutarci.Chiamo to meet my friends and then all together we drink a cold beer talking cheerfully of many things.

is coming now and leave of cena.Ci whale starts to drizzle and some lightning up into the wall of Mount Cavallo and Piz Lavarella.Io Denis and Clare are almost the only room not speak German, but just a liter of rabosello to dissolve the malinconia.Piove with rain while we we give in goulash with polenta and mushrooms and then coffee and a couple of Grappin, although Clare is a po'preoccupata. As usual, when away from home, her biological clock goes haywire for a few days, and This whole body suffers.

Forward while a waitress with cakes and pastries, another thing not just a shelter, as the handheld to the orders in hand shakes, but step on the mountain spirit and take a slice of strudel.

starts raining while I go out to smoke a cigarette imitated by what turns out to be an engineer from Verona forty, with whom we have a long chiacchierata.Beviamo schnapps together then we congediamo.I my friends have now become familiar with a French fifties named Dominic, here for a tour of reconnaissance with a view to a future trip with a large group of transalpini.Lui is a mountain guide, and talking a bit 'an Italian po'francese, our conversation is very interesting.

At 22:00 o'clock we go to bed in a dormitory of eight posti.Sarà the uncomfortable bed, or perhaps the fear of snoring and disturbing others, the fact is that I spend most of the night in bianco.Triste fate of those who, changing mattress, russa.Mentre other peaceful sleep with regular breathing, was there to count the hours that never go out, but then able to fall asleep to be woken up shortly thereafter, often with some sudden shudder, and look in the wrong way in the morning successivo.La sentence is classic: called the poor man on duty who slept maybe six hours, against Your two or three.

Kidney Failure And Vision

Monday 9 - FANES HUT / HUT Lagazuòi

At 7:00 o'clock, as usual, on piedi.Pochi moments in the sack-cloth to fix and prepare the backpack and then we are ready to table for a hearty breakfast of tea bread, butter and jam.

The day is a clear accecante.Rifletto that here in the Dolomites time rarely is different from light of full sun or vice versa, an overcast sky with rain hail or snow, depending on the season. There are no fumigants the fog or the cover of a uniform gray opaque so common on our Dolomites, on Pasubio Highlands all exposed AFA rising from the plain overlooked.

po'intontito and I am a legs ached from the past two nights almost without sleep, but I boot firmly on the steep shortcuts which will shortly lead to the next step in the 2172m Limo and its lake, almost a piece of sky fallen on earth by chance.

The color contrasts are almost unique qui.Sopra from the green of the conifers and the languages \u200b\u200bof the mountain pines that go along the landslide of white gravel ridges of the moon, here are the pillars and ridges of the mountain gray-pink Sella Fanes 2665m, the polished silver plates of Sas Diesc dle 3023m and 2967m Nu Sas dle, then the air concentric ledges of Mount Blanc Vallon 2688m to the south, and the land around us in alternating thin tufts of grass and clear boulders scattered everywhere, in the midst of which runs the white road that we walk on.

The charm and fascination of the environment is something unique and not so hard to understand why the handing down from one generation to another in a series of legends, the saga of the gnomes-fanes to that of the king or queen of Britain Marmot.

while Mirko comes at a good pace after a short distance from the hunched shoulders above Alfredo Tecio, Bossi, chef and girlfriend and then the Lodi Stefano Giacinta.Ci and greet you with warmth and backslapping to jointly devise Once the pasture Fanes Grande 2104m where the junction, making way through the cows, take the stock right from the bottom at times while erboso.Facciamo chat with Dominic, who gives us the appointment of the French Alps for the next summer and, after some modest off, opens before us the wide green valley of the Grand Plan by the EGA on which a herd of grazing peacefully a hundred horses from avellegnesi blonde mane .

The Chiara is armed with a camera and he enjoys a good quarter of an hour between the horses, while Denis and I, we enjoy the warm sun soon tempered by some gust of fresh air sitting on a large rock.

begin the hard climb from rock and gravel Saltini tight coils, while I was a little 'time to reach extension and some small group of German and then the guys at Sandhurst, to finally reach the Forcella del Lago 2480m squeezed between the towers of Scotoni 2874m Cima and Cima del Lago 2650m.Un little 'time to reach all other menttre breath I take back and change the wet t-shirt Mirko sweat and talks quietly as if he were sitting at a table in the bar.Qualche group photo, with smiles and jokes abound, and it is time to forgive him and start backpacking.

The shadows and highlights have a sharp cut, postcard, and the temperature is very different in the two respective parti.Mi around back at the pale green of the pastures and the dark down the mountain pines the Plan by the Ega topped ridges and surrounded by bare Conturines one hand and those of other peaks Fanes. We are moving down the narrow cleft delimited by vertical walls, where the blue is very striking Lech de Lagazuoi in full sun, in contrast to the gloom of the narrow winding noi.Una where we step out of this sort of portal giants, the path cuts through the extensive scree at the base of Peak Scotoni, the scene of a historic first ascent in the early fifties by Lino Lacedelli Squirrels Bibi Ghedina and Guido Lorenzi, and then continue to the barren limestone plateau that slopes down from Little Lagazuoi.

A short break to eat a can of honey and drink a few sips of water and then su,con gli occhiali da sole ben calcati sul naso per proteggerci dal riverbero della roccia chiara.Si sale ognuno con il proprio passo e,al solito Mirko già sparito davanti,mi fa compagnia l'ammirevole Stefano che porta il fardello di uno zaino da diciotto kg e suda come una fontana,in questo ben imitato da me.Mi viene da ridere pensando che come indumenti ho un paio di pantaloncini ed una t-shirt smanicata completamente bianchi,mentre Denis ha pantaloni lunghi,camicia sopra la maglietta,una t-shirt di traverso sulla pancia tenuta su da un voluminoso marsupio e,per finire,berrettino con ampia fronte e fazzoletto sostenuto non so come a protezione della nuca,stile Legione Straniera.

L'ascesa dai 2180m del laghetto is hard, with cracks and rocks to climb over to get around, but the sight of the walls facing each, forming almost an immense wall of the great rewards Great Lagazuoi 2804m of the 2571m sforzo.Alla Fork Lagazuoi crossed the path that goes from the fork Travenanzes and begin to appear almost everywhere the signs to the galleries and the works of war, recently recovered, Italian and Austro-Hungarian Guerra.Finalmente the Great, after so much natural beauty, even a bit of historical attractions and the union of them, the mountains, for me the most.

I look up and see a part of the structure of the shelter and the great arrival station of the cable car that reaches by Falzarego, while crowds of walkers of all kinds are rising, but mostly down the narrow gravel terminal coils of the mountain.

There are many people in sneakers but a couple, for the place rather bizarre, attracts attenzione.Lei my handbag in stylish dress and knee boots with a little heel in his impeccable gray suit complete with shirt, tie and shiny shoes from the sole of cuoio.Procedono downhill, twisting, sliding in each half step, while the woman's cries become more acute at times when they both sat down and plunge their hands continuously fanning the indumenti.Vita dust from the VIP of Cortina in search of excitement to tell the night in some luxury suites or the local moda.Io and Stephen could not hold back the laughter.

Mirko Let's go racing to go down well beyond the fork to take the backpack of someone suio companions in trouble, what they will do for three times, with agility of a true two-suede foot on zampe.Metto 'large plank of wood that forms the terrace of the hut Lagazuoi 2728m, half of the day, when it is noon, then we sit down with Stephen at a table sipping a Coke and wait for the other media who arrive in dribs and drabs, including Milan's friends and those worried about a scandinavi.Mi po'quando see the pallor of the faces of Denis and Chiara arriving very late and somewhat provati.Lei says it's just tired and suffers from blocked intestine, while he bleeds from a forearm and swears like a marinaio.Mi explains that a woman who was generous in size down to a point she tripped and fall, taking the sharp pointed straight ahead trekking poles, and as confirmation makes me see the big carrier that has been his salvation, and nearly doubled up with a big hole in the middle. I say, patting his shoulder.

we enter with difficulty in the crowded building, where we are given two large room at lower ground floor, turn and wash away dust and sweat in the two showers gettone.Stavolta I spout the last remaining slippers, canvas pink ladies complete with pom-pon, enduring the mockery of all for a good couple of hours, but with them being able to get to the cross a few hundred yards away, over rough terrain roccia.Anche crowd of naked there and then return here on the terrace, where we love to teach Olaf object names translated from English to veneto.Lui is very receptive, and end of an hour or so doth a long series of nouns in the dialect of Vicenza narrow between the eyes of the stunned Italian tourists and our laughter.

At 17:30 the last bus down the cable car then a silence fell, the place takes on the magical connotations for cui è giustamente divenuto celebre.Mi isolo per un po'dagli altri e torno alla croce sedendomi sulla piccola panca lignea alla sua base,con addosso il giubbetto della tuta da ginnastica con il bavero rialzato per ripararmi da folate di vento freddo.Sono solo 34m più in alto del rifugio,ma da questo punto la vista spazia a 360gradi e,sebbene inizino ad apparire alcune velature serali nel cielo,lo spettacolo è da mozzare letteralmente il respiro.Proprio sotto i miei piedi parte il Kaiserjagerweg diretto al passoValparola 2168m a lato del quale appare ancora il forte Tre Sassi,ora restaurato ed adibito a museo della Grande Guerra.Un conflitto che in questi luoghi ha scritto pagine indelebili,con il Lagazuoi divenuto una sorta di condominio,gli Italiani in basso Imperial and above, from May 1915 to November 1917.L 'whole mountain is pierced by tunnels and trenches and crossed by paths, all recently recovered in a collaborative project between several European countries.

Towards the west, the grassy top of the Col di Lana, almost insignificant when compared to great heights around, but the sacred name for the tragic events that took place and culminated in the explosion of the big mine that changed forever the profile and led to the conquest italiana.Sulla right of it and check the Sassongher guess the wake of the green valley Badia.Giro eyes and I take the Marmolada glacier 3334m now somewhat retired but still the greatest of all the Dolomites, then south, behind the tower dell'Averau 2649m and the flat top of Nuvolau 2575m, stands the majestic north face of the Civetta unmistakable 3223m and to the left of this raises the rocky pillars "Caregon of the Lord", Pelmo 3168m.Più advanced towards me here is the bare slope, and the precipitous wall of slabs of Formin and just behind the jagged skyline of the Croda da Lago 2715m, then south-east of the summit 3264m Antelao perfect opening the chain of Marmarole, dominated by the ramparts of Sorapiss 3205m, looming on the beautiful valley and Val Ampezzo Boite

But the vision that remains imprinted in my mind is that most of the nearby Tofane group, with the peaks of those inside and Means connected by a sharp fork and the vertiginous walls of the majestic pyramid Rozes 3225m, at whose feet lies the curious Castelletto pierced by a large gallery and the scene of bloody epic deeds, to close the series of Dante's beauty.

I get back and walked towards the terrace of the hut groping and cursing for the sharp stones that I almost stick to the feet through the thin soles of slippers thinly, just as all the others are ready for dinner. The veranda of the dining-room allows you to take every indescribable hue enrosadira on nearby mountain ranges, while the cheerful rooms tone between dumplings, goulash, cheese, mushrooms, polenta and several glasses of wine rosso.Non miss a slice of blueberry pie, then what could be better, since we are definitely back in the Veneto, a small glass of my lovely plum?

As shelter Biella, since we are all together including Milan Fabrizio and Laura, down a barrage of songs interspersed with alpine grapnels trays and plums, while the party moves on the terrace where some of us come on a cigarette and my own supply suffers a severe siege by the Germans especially norvegesi.Molti, while not understanding a word of any song, join us to show the vigor their throat and their stomachs, always kept well watered by foaming mugs of birra.Mancano only Treviso and Marco Filippo, who chose the classic route variants dell'Altavia. Marianne asks me in English another cigarette unleashing a grin, and I give it to him willingly loses itself in its occhi.Tanto the next day it will surely find one of the many souvenir shops near the Falzarego, I think wrongly.

The Clear, very pale, and Denis are to see me because they go to sleep, while I am departing a po'dagli other and I lean on the railing of the balcony to smoke the last cigarette in relaxation and disposing po'i alcohol fumes.

Countless dots pulsate in time clear, and the faint moonlight, the outlines of the mountains almost merge with the black notte.I headlights move up the hairpin bends that lead to Falzarego, 600 meters below me, where I see some lights while the lights appear yellow and white Cortina lanterns lying there in his valley, almost the only noticeable sign of civilization along with the one lonely light that reach the shelter Nuvolau guess.

I shake his hand warmly and Stefano the Jacinta that tomorrow will take the path of a variant in the middle the Tofane and that this will inevitably be a day late in all the remaining stages.

Today's considered it hard with its 1200m of altitude, but I must say that has slipped away almost painlessly, in just four hours.

At 23:00 I go to bed and this time I enjoy a deep sleep almost continuously, which allows me to recover all the energy.

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Tuesday 10 - Lagazuòi HUT / HUT Nuvolàu

U n sorprendente.Un awakening pleasant and glare through the windows, I open my sleepy eyes and screen them by hand, then I turn on the right side just as he opened the zip of Marianne his sacco a pelo e cerca con i piedi la scaletta del letto a castello.Indossa una t-shirt che non le copre nemmeno l'ombelico e solo la sottilissima striscia nera del perizoma impedisce alle sue grazie di mostrarsi completamente.Cerca le ciabatte,guarda la lama di sole sul pavimento poi si china verso di me,che sono l'unico già sveglio,facendomi un dolcissimo sorriso. "it's" cinguetta sottovoce,"yes,it's" gli dico in risposta,al che lei ride sonoramente ringraziandomi con un semplice .

A colazione la Chiara ,pallidissima e scossa da brividi,non tocca quasi nulla.Nemmeno un lassativo ha sortito l'effetto sperato,con Denis visibilmente preoccupato ed io non da meno.Esco sul terrazzo to smoke a cigarette to calm the situation and received the warmest of farewells Olaf and Marianne, who comes to embrace me for a souvenir photo with our backs to the Marmolada going from purple to pink to red of a fire until take over the daytime colors of rock and ice, with the sky that has extensive cloud cover from the phantasmagoric tone.

Greetings Mirko Alfredo and the others who descend to the Col dei Bos forks and Travenanzes while to 8:30 am of hearing about Clare says to walk, covered with all clothing that has in his backpack, and then we slowly even the three of us we start taking the path that drops next to the station of the cable car and that a po'gradinato leads below the jump of the rock vetta.Camminiamo among the ruins of massive fortifications Austro-Hungarian, with a dense fog at times to make it even more impressive: the route, and finally a thin crest the entrance of the tunnel system that runs down and into the bowels of the mountain.

Now a wooden door in the den and then introduce a ladder wrapped in darkness, with heavy drops falling on our heads and dilavano the steps of a floor that precipitates a frightening pendenza.Con a hand holding the stack and the other I cling to the rope that runs along the wall, wet through, but without the skills to serve as a tightrope walker to steady piedi.Il in cold damp penetrates ossa.Dopo some steep winding windings connected us to the great gallery of Italian Martini ledge just when my flashlight gives off the last feeble sussulti.Pensare I teased Denis for his flashlight that gives off a brightness equal to that mail usually on the face of a high dentista.Impreco voce.In not see a soul around and we are almost in complete oscuritàConcordiamo the new rule to test the waters in front of Denis, the Chiara in half to hold the lamp to illuminate alternately groped and Nistri feet every two to three meters behind me and ready to grab in case of.

proceed così,quasi alla cieca,incontrando solamente due gruppetti di persone che stanno salendo e giovandoci di qualche rara finestrella che si apre verso l'esterno.Chiara scivola più volte ma collaborando entrambi riusciamo ad evitarle la caduta,poi ad un certo punto una delle tante traversine di legno fradicio su gradoni di roccia alti anche oltre mezzo metro mi tradisce,piombo a terra con il posteriore e pianto uno scarpone nella schiena di Denis travolgendo anche lui.Ci alziamo e,visto che siamo tutti interi a parte un po' di vestiario inzuppato,ci facciamo insieme una sonora risata.

La galleria prosegue ancora a lungo poi finalmente sbocca in una specie di grotta,da dove il camminamento continua su una larga cengia under rock, around a steep scree slope on the reservoir and finally reaches the base of the wall from where a short, thick mughi dodging, we reach the Falzarego 2106m.

I turn back to look at the towering Lagazuoi, the pyramid of Tofana Rozes and the sharp peak of the Sas de Stria 2477m, then to first cast in a basket, almost angrily, my torch download . The traffic is very intense, bars and shops are crowded with tourists vocianti.Vedo Olaf and Marianne get on the bus to Cortina and we salute you from afar with his hand, but why do not I find a po'contrariato the rag of a package of cigarettes.

The sky is now completely covered with gusts of cold wind that swirls polvere.Entriamo raise in a room to drink a hot tea, with the Clare who says she feels very tired and always prey to the thrills of febbre.Denis asks her if she wants down to the valley in search of a doctor, she says he wants to finish the AltaVista.

We left and went around the parking lot immediately sign individual blue, a number within a triangle painted on a boulder, and that means we're on the right terrain has via.Il curious discoveries of dark brown veins that stand out net in the green grass and a few blocks larch oppose large withered branches of pine trees and some severed conifere.Starà also bad, but clearly not miss the opportunity to enrich his photographic documentation, so often a source of inspiration for his paintings.

We climb moderate slopes with alternating stretches of grass and rocks in the sky off mughi.Nemmeno can tone down the bright colors of buttercup and gentian that stand out in clumps, springing directly from the dolomite chiara.Arriviamo Fork Averau 2435m with the fog comes and goes, to disprove my teorie.Ma perhaps I can say here that if it can be an exception, in our mountains around Vicenza in the summer is almost the rule to be immersed in this sort of mist that penetrates is dripping in the bones and the peaks and walls, burnished by its effect.

went around the south-west dell'Averau 2649m on a narrow trail that cuts through the gravel at the base, crossing a large party with lots of driving and covering almost all races and languages, up to reach the refuge of the same name located right on the saddle fork Nuvolau 2416m.La Clare feels worse and worse and I see the suffering you and shine his volto.Mentre Denis enter the crowded building, among other things, just a few steps from the station of a plant slope, I hate being put on a k-way po'ad eat a little chocolate and smoking a cigarette.

Meanwhile, I get Alfredo, Mirko and the other, rising far from the refuge Squirrels, and they learn that today's stage ends qui.Sono sorry, but my teammates have to follow the program prefissato.Mi true conditions of Clare but she, with an admirable fortitude, undaunted you start up the steep ramps of the first path to fortune opens po'dopo a few hundred meters, and then continuing along the broad hump of bare rock on up to the summit.

At 12:30, after four hours of walking and 490m in altitude 2575m Nuvolau reach the refuge, the oldest of the Dolomites, built after the mid-nineteenth century DOAV Nuremberg when there was still the highest point on the Habsburg Empire of the mountain, with the narrow space between the entry and the cliff surrounded by a low wall, and the structure of the roof form of the curious Chinese pagoda.

Just beside the main gate we see the operator busy to cook on a grill meats and vegetables, wearing the traditional headdress of long feathers Ampezzo, and besieged by a crowd of day trippers affamati.La Chiara's you meeting and I see few words and a quick look because these soft and everything starts inside, making the sign of seguirla.Dopo ten minutes is telling me that Denis has over thirty-eight of fever and is now in bed after taking a paracetamol and I do not know what else.

The day is sad, with the fog that only occasionally gets a po'dalla below Cortina, but taking all the peaks around completely hidden, and with a very cool breeze come the boys fastidiosa.Alle 16:00 Sandhurst, without backpacks, to consider whether the next day or not to go far before falling along the railroad is not difficult Ra Gusela.Nessuno of us has a string, or a snap sicurezza.Dichiaro not want to risk unnecessarily, and I prefer around the stretch and, after a bit 'of confabulation, together with a foaming beer, everyone agreed.

We salute you and I get up in the room to make sure the situazione.E 'worse than what pensavo.Musi long and looks abbassati.Denis and apologized many times, calls for the abandonment. She says I am not obliged to return with them and then if I am not alone, there are those of Sandrigo.Rispondo to postpone any decision to ' next day and go back down.

arrive Laura and Fabrizio, who offers me a cigarette, and while we smoke together, is optimistic. . Hopefully.

dinner, music cambia.Chiara, though still white as a sheet, is triumphant and without fever. cheers, and that it is better understood by his grumbling in watching us get down with a hearty meal watered by red wine, coffee and plum, she forcibly forced to broth, cooked apples and kiwi fruit, water and Denis naturale.Io succeed having a good world to make fun of.

When my classmates go to sleep, go out with a plum in hand with Fabrizio for the butt of some timid notte.Appare star, with the fog swept now by a strong wind, but I'm happy because the more risk of forfeit of my fellow seems averted, for the weather.

At 22:00 I go to bed in a decrepit room with six seats, with the roof slope that forces them to lie down with your feet almost stuck between the wall and eaves, and with the head turned toward the center of stanza.A tell the truth, the whole rifugio è molto vecchio non esiste una sola doccia ed è problematico persino lavarsi i denti e il viso,con l'acqua che viene portata su con la teleferica.In compenso,esiste una carta dei vini con bottiglie molto pregiate,forse unica concessione allo stile dei vip che frequentano Cortina ed i paraggi.

La notte trascorre tra bruschi risvegli,ed al mattino successivo sia io che Fabrizio dobbiamo subire gli scherzosi rimbrotti degli altri a causa del nostro russare.

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Wednesday 11 - REFUGE Nuvolàu / cities of RIVER REFUGE

Poco dopo le 7:00 ci alziamo,facendo una colazione un po'risicata con tè e un panino di burro e marmellata,ma per non superare il budget prefissato degli alloggiamenti a mezza pensione,già breached with wine and grappa, we are satisfied.
Clare has recovered the largest and its physiological functions are now the norm, as is careful to note us with your fingers and put a large av sorriso.Partiamo at 8:00 greeted the manager, a seventy great connoisseur of mountains and men, already struggling with its grids and cheerful as sempre.Sventola proudly on the flagpole, the red flag with the emblem of the white squirrels in the center of Cortina, in the fiftieth anniversary of the conquest of K2 by one of them, Lino Lacedelli, and Achille Compagnoni.
The sky is illuminated with white clouds sailed calmly on the blue and the highest peaks hidden by thick layers, which did not prevent the capture Lagazuoi and the Cinque Torri, historic climbing all Ampezzani since 1939, the year the Company Squirrels. We arrive at the shelter
Averau just as they are coming out and Mirko altri.Ci known each other for only five days but there seems to be old friends together, perhaps like no other mountain data.La cosa.Rasentiamo entire base of the precipitous wall Nuvolau, bypassing all the time who knows where large boulders have fallen, and bypassing some small ravine to reach the last step Giau 2236m, where we stop on the benches of the homonymous rifugio.Da here is the beautiful view of Ra Gusela, a stone tower from the top square that stands out against the sky. I feel healthy and turning around
recognize two Montecchio guys come so far in the car for an excursion. To tell the truth to see the paved road of the pass, even if the vehicles are rare today because who knows, I fastidio.Chissà provokes a sense of how to be beautiful and adventurous trekking in Nepal or Tibet, far from the so-called civilization, I think within me.Comunque, I tell them what we're doing, give the feeling crazy, and I salute all altri.Ci with broad smiles and backslapping.
Once broken we can expect a tough climb up a gravel fan where I try for a while 'to keep up Mirko, but I have to resign soon to see him go, while others turned to see a lot more down, staccatissimi. After a bit 'all of which are still known to fix a point on the rocks on the right, imitating and see a wonderful example of long-horned ibex leaping nimbly felina.Per a brief moment the silence is broken only by the rolling stones stirred dall'ungulato , which disappears with a last jump over the ridge.
reach the Forcella Col de Pimbin up again, with small sections of trail to follow the grooves washed out by rain until finally reaching the fork Giau 2360m, indicated by a gate that opens into a large fence ending up on both sides roccioni.Cambio big t-shirt soaked in sweat while a score of horses are to pry into my backpack and to Mirko, sitting slightly in disparte.Un foal begins to push even with the nose, which forces me to give him a piece of cioccolato.Pessima idea, because literally the whole herd comes over me looking for something sweet, and I find it appropriate to make me climb over the barrier to reach riparo.Quando the other I see Clare go into raptures and admire the skill with horses, Alfredo, learning then that it raises as a child.
continue in all groups in a bellissimo.Una expanse of green grass, dotted with rocks falling from the long wall which looks to our left and in which barely rise from the uniform profile of the Punta de Lastoi Formin 2657m and Spiz de Mondeval 2504m, and after a while 'we see the signs indicating a Mesolithic burial in an area that apparently was also the satisfaction of men primitivi.Il route continues mostly downhill, single track between the tall brown stems with numerous streams that flow across our cammino.Si sees just a spur of the Croda da Lago 2611m, It is a shame because this group has an elegant silhouette like few others, while a mild climb brings us to where we meet Fork Ambrizzola 2277m Fabrizio and Laura still stationary.
We walk along the trail that cuts through the gravel at the base of the spout Mezzodì 2603m crossing numerous hiking and enjoying, chatting cheerfully, this long stage, which now presents very low roughness to be addressed by linking a series of quasi-altitude forcelle.Dapprima quella di Col Duro2205m poi,dopo la malga Prendera,la Col Roan 2075m,la quasi omonima Roan 1999m ed infine la Puina 2034m.
Iniziamo poi ad attraversare zone ombreggiate da macchie di larici calando lungo un solco vallivo,per pervenire al bianco rifugio Città di Fiume 1918m,che sorge in una verdissima radura,ha delle belle panche in legno all'esterno che ci appaiono affollate all'inverosimile,e tutto l'insieme ha comunque l'aspetto di un luogo sereno.
Sono le 13:00 in punto.Cinque ore di cammino e soli duecento metri di dislivello,diciamo circa perchè risulta difficile quotare gli innumerevoli piccoli saliscendi,ma uno sviluppo che si può ragionevolmente supporre nell'ordine dei venti km,oggi.Decidiamo tutti insieme di concederci a plate of pasta with meat sauce and a couple of glasses of wine, not without a brisk caffèMentre tourists are slowly displacing along the road to natural background in which less than one hour leads to the road-Staulanza Selva di Cadore, we go to sit on the benches to enjoy the splashes of sunlight that pierce the clouds at times and that mitigate the cold breeze of the north.
We just below the towering walls of "Caregon of the Lord", Pelmo that rises up to 3168m, but we see only the pine forests above the scree topped by a snowfield, and about half the wall, because everything else is wrapped a thick fog that seems to gravitate to its summit.
Fabrizio and Laura decided to follow the variation Fork Val d'Arcia, climbing, and overnight shelter to Venice on the opposite side of the mountain, then warmly greeted them and we set an appointment at the stage successiva.Li long follow with the eye, then when they are just dots on the above scree see them disappear behind a ridge of rocks.
While we smoke a cigarette in the company, I Tecio Chef and Bossi do enumeration of what we have left as a spare, which is very little, and fortunately a tourist there that sells a whole package, then divided between fraternal friendship noi.Facciamo with Michael, a thirty-five of Lecco and her friend Anjelica same age, but Portuguese who has lived several years in Rome and Milano.Entrambi tall, handsome, and outgoing graduates, they say that are along the central stretch dell'Altavia, for a total of four stages.
arrive while Philip and Mark, who the previous day carried a variant, and a succession of smiles and jokes, with the first starting from the beginning to the beautiful Tampin lusitana.La funny thing is that it happens to be officially boyfriend a few years ago with the sister of his traveling companion.
cost me a good hour in a row to be able to access the shower, but do I really need and I enjoy it for more than ten minutes, oblivious to the door and punched humorous calls to move out by Filippo and Denis .
Dinner is truly exquisite, overflowing with our dishes, "the climber" and our good bottle of wine in tre.Noi, along with those of the two Sandhurst Treviso and Michele are the only Italian in the crowded hall, and it's wonderful what happens when Mirko cantatina.A decides to make a turn, each group of various nationalities sings a song of his native land, between rounds of applause, laughter grapnels and plums.
begin the Germans, then it is the turn of the Spaniards, clapping to accompany the show of sympathy Anjelica Portuguese, French and then the turn of the wheel in Austria and Canada, while the Swiss join hands to sing beaten on the table in the alternate-foot seated and the head at the end almost gored him stesso.L 'this unique Japanese humming a tune that makes us smile of pity, so it looks like a symbol of the cartoons, but when, with tenor voice, flying over the notes of operatic arias, the initial astonishment quickly became enthusiastic generale.Tocca us close the impromptu show, as good hosts home, and thanks to the considerable amount of alcohol we have in our veins, "Lord of the Peaks" succeeds quite well, all followed by in silence and then convinced by a prolonged applause.
I ask a white-haired gentleman, in his seventies, news of the photos on the walls and I learn that the six refuges in the section of Cai River, lost forever to the end of World War II when the Triglav, the Black Mountains, Rombon, Snowy and spent much of the Carso Yugoslavia.La section, or at least what little was left, all orphan, was adopted by thirty Sat after the war as his sub, then in the fifties, what sort of partial compensation for moral, was arranged a pre-existing hut and made it a refuge where we are.
The gentleman in question is an exile Julian, as well as being its presidente.Vedo for a moment off his smile and his eyes become umidi.Me attimo.Presa is just a guitar in hand invites us to follow him outside, no without being offered a brandy to all present, where there doth the entire repertoire of songs from Rijeka, Istria and dalmati.Peccato there are almost all unknown, which prevents us from making even the chorus on the choruses.
It is pretty cool and I have the jacket of the suit with the zipper pulled up until well into cima.Un po'alla once covered all the building, including Denis and Clare, and only the lights that filter through the door and break the windows of the same darkness of the night who became now complete, thanks to a cloud cover became compact.
I stop the entry under the steps to talk with Alfredo, and smoke the last sigaretta.E 'a pleasure to listen to his experiences in the mountains, and from what little I speak, most of his life passata.I older people have always much to teach us, despite what he thinks of modern society that tends to marginalize them.
Both fail to restrain sarcastic smiles seeing Philip in pressing Anjelica close up, with him trying to embrace it in every way and she does not know how to get free.
More or less I return at 23:00 and shortly after, while I'm brushing my teeth, I hear the whispers in the hallway of the dormitory the giggles and shrieks of the beautiful Portuguese, with repeated requests for a kiss made by Philip visibly drunk, his voice very alta.Ad some point, will be 23:30, someone leaves a door and various protests to the uproar rise slightly in all lingue.Per avoid further damage Anjelica agrees to be kissed on lips, tells seria.Lui goes soddisfatto.Non know, the poor, the next day she and Michael went downhill from Lecco.
are in the room con i miei compagni ed i due trevigiani e,dopo un po'di trambusto e le proteste di Denis,riesco a dormire di un sonno tranquillo.

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Thursday 12 - REFUGE cities of RIVER / REFUGE TISSI

Alle 6:20 mi sento strattonare per un braccio. chiedo,un po'stranito.Denis mi spiega che il tempo è coperto,brutto e,per tentare magari di evitare la pioggia meglio partire subito,senza aspettare l'ora della colazione.La faremo più tardi da qualche parte,mi dice.A questo punto,ormai completamente sveglio,capisco l'antifona.La Chiara,tra tante indiscutibili qualità,ha un punto debole.Il maltempo.E'capace di inerpicarsi per ogni dove,di percorrere il tratto più esposto,di affrontare l'escursione più dura sempre con il sorriso sulle labbra,ma appena vede qualche cloud threatening or worse hear the noise of thunder, as it is tired, take a run at a brisk almost sky-runner to the nearest shelter or bivouac. Let
amid a grove of trees and then through the end of the sloping gravel from the north wall of Pelmo, that you can see just the first rocky ribs wrapped in fog, we are reaching the fork not far Staulanza 1766m where, after crossing the desert asphalt stock, we enter the homonymous rifugio.Mentre sip hot tea accompanied by a slice of strudel launch a look at a newspaper, trying to read the strange sensation of something far off, things that do not seem to concern me, so I feel Be sure to remove the plug and essermi completamente assentato dalla vita di tutti i giorni.
Zaino in spalla,al primo tornante della provinciale svoltiamo a destra lungo una larga strada sterrata tra abetaie rigogliose ed andamento pressochè pianeggiante.Senza incontrare nessuno raggiungiamo Casara Vescovà 1722m dove ci aspetta un sentiero ripidissimo che raggiunge Col dei Baldi 1922m quasi sempre lungo la linea di massima pendenza.A dire il vero l'itinerario ufficiale avrebbe previsto di continuare lungo le pendici del Pelmo,scendere al camping Palafavera e poi salire alla malga che vediamo sotto di noi,ma abbiamo preferito aggiungere cento metri di dislivello ed accorciarne lo sviluppo.
Mentre attendo i miei compagni,che non vedo più,ammiro la parete sud-est del Civetta 3220m that is shown here in all its splendor from the top of the stones, the Little Owl and Great Tissi then through the tip, the Sugar Loaf and the Tower of Alleghe top finish in the isolated Coldai 2277m.
Finally, after twenty minutes I look and Claire Denis, both in the grip of hilarity. A little 'because the cloud layer is thinning and the sun filters now with all its warmth, but above all because of a shoe tennis of her, both insured with the laces out of the pack, fell down the steep rolling for a few hundred meters and going to end up in the middle of an anthill. We get to relax in
Casara Pioda 1832m, thus fall within the official route and meeting now numerosi escursionisti,compreso un folto gruppo di emiliani chiassosi,non so per quale motivo già bardati con imbraghi e caschetti a tre ore buone dall'attacco della ferrata Alleghesi.Tagliamo lungo le evidenti scorciatoie la mulattiera alquanto dissestata che sale a tornanti e con andamento regolare sino ad entrare in un canalone dove la pendenza si fa più impegnativa,con stretti avvolgimenti disseminati di roccette e sassi smossi,per pervenire infine al rifugio Sonnino al Coldai 2132m.
Il silenzio del luogo è rotto dal vociare di numerose persone e dal ronzio del generatore abilmente mascherato in una piccola grotta.
Il cielo è ora quasi completamente sgombro a parte qualche bianco nuvolone che passa veloce sospinto da un vento che a tratti si also felt the suolo.Mi Pelmo around to see the beautiful light-colored rock which has now for the blue outline only.
A short and opens before us the valley where lies the enchanting lake Coldai 2143m surrounded by grass and a few rock and overlooked by the towering walls of the owl at the base of snow still resist some languages.
Now, seeing the danger of a storm seems averted, Chiara take it easy, convenient, and armed with a camera would not stop with scatti.Che not have any shots, landscape, but they go in search of rock-shaped Specifically, the tuft of grass, water taken into controluce.Io as usual I'm in shorts and t-shirts, and sometimes I shudder di freddo durante questa prolungatissima sosta.
Alla fine si riparte,ma appena scavalcata una forcelletta vedo i miei compagni di nuovo fermi e la sequenza di click riprende con vigore.Probabilmente il mio viso deve tradire un po'di insofferenza,fatto sta che Denis,dopo veloci accordi sul percorso,mi dice più volte di andare ed io non ci penso su due volte.
Il vorticoso innalzarsi della montagna ha alla sua base un esteso ghiaione tagliato in tutta la sua lunghezza da un sentierino e digrada in una specie di ondulato pianoro contraddistinto da blocchi roccette e un po'd'erba,per certi versi simile ad una zona carsica,dove serpeggia una seconda traccia con andamento a saliscendi e che prendo decisamente a seguire.Incrocio qualche gruppetto di escursionisti,mi surpasses a sky-runner panting and then I come to a place where a whole flock of sheep grazing do not know what, in this thin pasture, but I even throw a few stones combined with vigorous calls to be able to move them to the sides of the track I'm seguendo.L 'solar light is now substantial and the sweat starts to go down in small streams.
the fork to 2107m Col Rean see the table in wood and white-red signs, painted on a boulder, making the case mio.La climb is hard and often shortened to follow the ruts carved by water, but fatigue does not last for long and takes me to reach the hut soon after Tissi 2250m, giornata.Cambio half of the wet t-shirt and hang on the fence outside the building, where There will be three or four people at most, I place the backpack in a few minutes I go to the nearby Cima Col Rean 2281m, where I sit on the concrete base of croce.E 'noon, and summing up the five-hour walk and 770metri uphill today, but I wonder if it was a good idea to start so early and then have so many hours with nothing to fare.Per luck that the day is now beautiful and I am delighted to see the view.
before me throughout the long rampart of the Owl, the wall of the walls as was widely adopted in, turned on the colors of the midday light above me and over a thousand meters, then the valley and the hilltop on which sits overlooking the Valley Cordevole con Alleghe ed il suo azzurro lago altri mille e duecento metri sotto di me.
Sono completamente solo,eccetto qualche nero gracchio che viene a saltellarmi vicino o che sembra divertirsi a giocare con le correnti ascensionali,ad ali spiegate ed immobili,sfiorando più volte le rocce appena al di là del baratro.Il silenzio è assoluto.Vivere un solo momento così, può valere una vita intera.
Mi alzo in piedi e mi appoggio alla croce osservando il lago,i paesi e la valle,bagnata da un fiume dove risaltano le bianche schiume create dalle briglie,che stanno ai miei piedi.Alzo lo sguardo rapito subito dalla Marmolada,vicinissima,con una porzione di ghiacciaio in risalto,anche se da qui ne appare solo una piccola parte,di sbieco.Il verde predominates in a landscape where rising here and there a lot of mountain ranges that have made famous throughout the Dolomites mondo.Il Sassolungo, Sella, Puez Conturines.Vedo clearly the good part of the way done so far in this altitude path with sequence and the Lagazuoi Tofane the Averau the Nuvolau, the slab of Formin, Croda da Lago and spout Noon, and then more distant Cristallo, Sorapiss and Croda Marcora.Non doubt about it, is a real gift basket, creepy.
turned his back to Alleghe and returned to his seat, lighting a few of my remaining cigarettes and waiting for the arrival of my companions, if you do not have lingered beyond belief with pictures, and that I should see the last tick parte della labile traccia che porta al rifugio.
Sono le 12:30 e per ingannare il tempo inizio a studiare le pieghe e gli anfratti della maestosa parete lunga sette km che mi si erge sopra e di fronte.Ho gli occhi fissi su di essa.All'improvviso un boato terrificante squote il silenzio profondo.Proprio all'altezza del nevaio sotto la vetta principale si stacca un masso di grosse dimensioni,che rimbalza un paio di volte e poi esplode riducendosi in innumerevoli frammenti che precipitano giù sul ghiaione,accompagnati da una nube di polvere e da un fracasso infernale.Il sangue mi si gela nelle vene e non ho nemmeno la forza di rialzarmi in piedi.Il pensiero corre subito a Denis e Chiara.E se fosse loro successo qualcosa?con quale coraggio potrei tornare a casa,a dirlo their parents, friends?
I go running down to the haven where even the manager, his wife and a couple of hikers are assisting at the scene, leaning against the wooden railing in front of the entrance. Some greetings and pleasantries, but the eyes are always glued to the usual punto.Non Once the dust clears, I distinguish two rows of dots move along the path at the foot of the giant wall, but in the section covered by the landslide not seen nessuno.E if at that time there was someone?
The human being in his cot illusioni.Pensa to be the ruler of the world, but before the forces of nature is realized not to be niente.Un pensare.In animal with the right background, even the most imposing building man-made, in the face of an earthquake, flood, volcanic eruption or a mountain that falls, is nothing but a house of cards that will inevitably be swept away ....
The appearance after a quarter of an hour Clare Denis and stop this series of deep philosophical thoughts, which I thought I could not even stesso.Da sober, at least.
welcome them warmly, with relief, and explain that I felt good the noise of the landslide, but it is already far ahead have not seen niente.Io Denis and drink a beer, then it's time for a shower.
after 15:00 I see six human figures at the foot steps of his binoculars, but I parete.Non full sun on their faces, the silver crown and gait po'ciondolante a tread dubbi.Sono leave no room for the kids to Sandhurst and gives me great joy to know how come I see incolumi.Quando Tecio Bossi and sit on a bench, altered, and I ask them if they gave us in with alcohol, down to send me to that Coldai.Naturalmente paese.Saluto Fabrizio and Laura, who arrived soon after, and then a pair along with two other boys, two women in their forties and a loner who had already noticed in the previous stages, all Germans.
I go back to cross with Denis and Clare to make them also enjoy the dazzling spectacle that appears here, but we remain no more than a quarter of an hour. An hour gale swept the ground, with gusts of force to walk almost bent in due.Penso that if put on a rain poncho and opened my arms, almost certainly were able to lift from the ground, such is its violence.
is now cena.Stavolta eat pasta with meat sauce, melted cheese and polenta, apple strudel watered wine, coffee and evening prugna.La is weak and no one seems to want to do a bit of celebration, a ' atmosphere very different from that of the evening precedente.Il roof of the building is shaken in waves from a powerful north wind that rattled the windows and balconies seems to want to rip off their hinges, which at one stage forcing the operator to make a sortie to bolt.
Tecio Invitation to smoke but I hardly even dare to uscire.Indosso il k-way con il cappuccio tirato sulla testa.Trattengo a fatica la porta,poi cerco il posto più riparato,dietro l'angolo,tra la porta della cucina ed un po'di legna e casse di acqua minerale accatastate.Faccio due chiacchiere con la giovane cameriera,molto carina e che lavora da stagionale,che dice di essere di Agordo.Mi restano due sigarette e,visto che fuma anche lei,cerco di contrattare per averne qualcuna,offrendo sino a tre volte più del loro prezzo,ma le mie speranze vanno deluse.Rientro in sala con le mani intirizzite,che vado a riscaldare davanti al caminetto acceso.Si parla di vari argomenti,sfoglio un paio di riviste di montagna poi alle 21:30 siamo ai saluti,direzione branda.
Stasera sono in una cameretta di tre metri per due,forse poor, with my mates and German solitario.Riesco sleep well, lulled by the fierce wind howling on the structure of the building, but I wake up very soon disturbed by a tax that slams and a few thunder showers of rain that accompanies the . I'm still happy in the warmth of the blankets, po'divertito a concern that certainly will stay gripping Clare, who feel unable to find peace in his bed.

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Friday 13 - TISSI HUT / HUT FAMINE

At about 7:00 am a busy chatter among my friends, then Denis who gets up and opens a balcony to check fuori.Continua to rain in a sustained manner and occasionally makes its appearance in the sound of thunder. tells me almost resigned. , I reply, laughing.
We have breakfast with tea, bread, butter and jam with Chiara visibly pensierosa.Fuori the sky is leaden, and the rain falls thick but quiet hours, while the giant wall in front of us is completely hidden from view by clouds that blacks are moving fast chased from the northwest to the east.
decided to postpone the start hoping for an improvement, while I sit and keep their feet on a stool and the head jamb of the window, eyes closed, letting the rock drops on the glass flying.
finally seems to lighten a bit. 'I put the boots and raincoats over maglietta.Sono 9:00 am and is pretty cool out, especially if you have shorts like me.I Sandhurst boys tease me because although at times a bit of rain still falling, as I put my usual sunglasses, custom intake during the years of mountain biking. say, not too convinto.Scendiamo at a good pace on a treacherous path, through mud and slippery rocks, passing a few hours through thin larch and grassy open spaces of great beauty, among many cows to pasture, with the left wall of the Civetta and on the other side of small ridges un'orlatura first mughi dressed, then increasingly dense conifers, and that occludes the view of any other cosa.Una low stone building with a long stall on the side will be announced at the Cason Col Rean1859m, with a sky where the Sun's disk begins to appear, like a luminous pearl tra due strati sovrapposti di spesse striature di nubi,perforate da raggi di luce che piovono verso il suolo.Una breve salita ci porta alla Sella di Pelsa 1954m,da dove si apre la veduta verso la conca agordina e su un bellissimo campanile di roccia posto in posizione un po'distaccata dal resto della bastionata,ora comunque un po' più bassa e meno imponente,la Torre Venezia 2336m.
Scendiamo ora in tutto relax verso il Villino Venezia 1827m,proprio ai piedi del monolito omonimo,con di fronte le spettacolari Pale di S.Lucano e l'Agner 2847m,che emergono come bianche visioni oltre la linea delle basse dorsali boscose.Una rotabile sterrata ci porta poi a raggiungere il rifugio Vazzoler 1714m,dalla caratteristica entrata che ricorda un tempietto e con la bella church, which stands right in front.
Only some big dirty cloud now the blue sky and take the opportunity to stop a water and chocolate, while Mirko and the others sit at an outdoor table with a tray of cold cuts and cheese, a jug of wine and a talkative contagious allegria.Fumo the penultimate cigarette with his eyes fixed on the two feet of a giant with inconceivable size, Torre Venezia on one side and the other 2458m Torre Trieste.
The stop extends far beyond the Pale and the Group are gathering new formations meanwhile, also clouded the face of Chiara.Lasciamo others to party and we take back the dirt, downhill, until at the third bend 1430m , off to the left our path that climbs steeply at times through Giaroi de Palanzin.Sole bright, dense mountain pines and transform the gravel path in a fornace.Il copious sweat me down, so I walk bare-chested and I can not understand how Denis ago to be exposed only the face and hands, Bedouin style desert without dying of caldo.C 'is to say that he and Clare have a pale complexion, so in addition to covering as much as possible are often extensive use of sunscreens . I am the exact contrario.Massima exposure in an attempt to dissipate heat, creams or anything like that I can not stand for the infector, and their skin regularly after a trip is fiery red, becoming dark on the morning after arousing l'invidia di chi è fissato per l'abbronzatura.
Lambiamo ora le pareti ovest della Moiazza 2865m con la vertiginosa verticalità del Castello delle Nevere 2599m e del Cimon degli Zoldani 2494m sino a raggiungere un'aerea forcella posta a 1762m di quota.Il contrasto tra la roccia chiara che svetta contro il cielo,e quasi tenebrosa nelle profonde spaccature dove i raggi del sole non riescono a giungere,e le verdi distese di abeti che digradano verso la valle agordina ed i centri abitati è una cosa che colpisce molto,assieme alle gocce che ci piovono addosso filtrando da qualche misteriosa fessura,
Sentiamo dei richiami e vediamo Mirko che ci sta raggiungendo al gran galoppo,mentre in lontananza,sulla traccia ai piedi delle guglie di dolomia e calcare,fanno la loro comparsa anche i suoi amici con Alfredo alla loro testa.
I miei due compagni sembrano un po'stanchi oggi,tanto che su ogni salita o balza sono costretto ad attenderli ed incitarli.Un tuono fa sentire d'improvviso il suo ruggito,mentre la sua eco rimbalza tra le pieghe edi canaloni della montagna.Un ammasso di neri nembi avanza con velocità sorprendente verso di noi e vedo i gracchi picchiare verso la valle ad ali tese,i mughi ed i fiori delicati fremere un istante.Il vento deve essere solo in quota,rimugino tra di me,perchè al suolo regna la calma.
Con scatto degno di una centometrista la Chiara ci distanzia e dimostra un'insospettabile agilità di gambe nello schivare i massi e le grosse radici dei mughi che intralciano il passaggio su sometimes a narrow path between rock and strapiombo.Mirko has its work cut out to try to reach it, at least until the continued angrily recalls Denis does not do slow down a bit 'and allow us to unite the group.
pass a German couple on their final tear Fork Camp 1933m, where I noticed a beautiful wooden cross enclosed by a roof capanna.Il increasingly dark sky and rain pouring down now force us to wear the poncho, and the bushy dwarf pines and the water that runs down from the same sort of become a continuous shower for arts inferiori.Superiamo the junction of the railway attack Costantini, considered the longest and most difficult of all the Dolomites, noting, inter alia, a pair of climbers are descending, and we continue this long traverse up and down slightly at between large boulders, gravel and lava rocks and vegetation at the foot of the traits rigogliosa.Siamo Pala Masenade of 2413m, and not much time we get a view of Carestiato refuge 1834 m, situated on a kind of natural terrace, surrounded by fir trees.
We enter the building, almost running in the pouring rain, hanging wet clothing and trying to dry ready-to meglio.Sono 14:00, but he looks at night.
Five hours and just over 600 meters in altitude, but a good development complessivo.In two days we have achieved and now left behind us the whole grand-Civetta Moiazza.Possiamo can be satisfied.
We find quite a bit of people climbing structure that is draining beers at the bar, but the thing that impresses us more is the appearance of massive prowess and energetic wife of the manager, as the figure of these in persona.Un imposing man in his fifties, around six feet tall and covered with about a hundred pounds of muscle, with a thick black hair, a homeless man from the biblical patriarch, a stern look that inspires almost timore.Il refuge is called, in full, and Brutus immediately Carestiato Chiara jokingly renamed "brute" the owner said, provoking laughter in us very difficult to disguise by observing the appearance.
arrive while the guys at Sandhurst, which are at the last stage and that tomorrow drop to the valley, and with them, Philip and Mark from I do not know which variant.
Since we managed to save something in the days before us and now the budget allows, we decided to join the others and pranzare.Il operator proves to be a friendly person, by the ready wit, and the kitchen of the place is excellent. Lasagne and weissbier media with a lot of coffee and plum are away the feeling of cold and moisture that I felt.
The rain has stopped and that meanwhile the sun peeking through the clouds through bursts increasingly estesi.Esco to observe Agordo perched in his basin at the foot Agner and a crown of woodland dotted with small towns and remotest districts, on the other side I see spuntare dalle nebbie il gruppo Tamer-San Sebastiano e sopra di me incombono gli strapiombi calcarei delle Masenade e della Cattedrale 2556m,avancorpi sud della Moiazza.
Le panche addossate al muro sembrano abbastanza asciutte e mi ci siedo godendomi ora un sole di nuovo caldo che a tratti sparisce però dietro la cortina di scuri nuvoloni.Giunge Fabrizio con la Laura e poi un folto gruppetto di tedeschi.Non ci vediamo da due giorni e ci salutiamo calorosamente.Si accende una sigaretta e me ne offre una che accetto subito dicendogli che sono a secco,al che lui fruga nello zaino e constatando la scorta ancora abbondante me ne porge un intero pacchetto.A nulla servono le trattative per indurlo ad accettare soldi,non vuol sentire ragioni e dice che è un regalo ad un amico.Lo I thank you deeply. A very nice German
approaches me and asks me informazioni.Avrà thirty years and her friend is doing an amazing compared to which my Altavia ANYTHING seems little Monaco of Bavaria to Venice on foot! Among the other two speak very good English and are thus forced to brush up on my somewhat rusty, for over an hour in a mental effort that leaves me exhausted.
Return and I'm going to make me a refreshing hot shower, and since it is neither a time nor a coin as many other places, I taste the full for twenty minutes. For dinner we
thirteen Italians gathered in two adjacent tables, and a fifteen tedeschi.Vado with mixed grilled polenta fries red wine and coffee and a delicious slice of pie mirtilli.Dopo dinner we enjoy with the songs of the Alpine mountains and rain and prune and brandy on the table in almost continuous stream, but I feel a little melancholy thinking it is' Last night adventure for those of Sandrigo.Che will also be the Italian capital of cod or cod, but seeing the work samples could certainly compete for the title of one of grappa.
I go out to smoke with a plum in mano.Solo the voices and laughter coming from inside the building breaking the profound silence, while they seem almost unreal the lights of houses on the valley floor as opposed to absolute darkness around me, bits of pins ray moon. At 22:00
off to bed in a room with skylight and sloping roof, dangerously low, so that we knock my head a couple of times, and where we're just Clare and Denis I along with many washed clothes hung out to dry a almost everywhere.