we stand boots, socks and change, with some comfortable tennis shoes to the feet, it seems another matter entirely.
We board, the engine is coughing a po'poi avvia.Lasciamo this site Pinei 486m that until ten days ago was completely unknown to us and now they will, forever in our memory almanacs.
What a strange feeling to travel by car, everything goes fast through the window, you do not even have time to observe a particolare.E 'unbelievable what they mean just nine days at the maximum speed of five kilometers per hour. We had been away a month, probably all we would have serious trouble catching guida.Un couple of vehicles there before playing bothered to overtake all gas.Non I think we're going on the road piano.Siamo agordina.Guardo the tachimetro.Viaggiamo at 40km per hour.
observe the montagne.Sono stupende.Ma not like to visit it on foot, penetrating angles segreti.Così seem soulless. Or maybe I am to have left her to wander up there, an orphan who cries continuously his call.
overcome Agordo and Alleghe, Caprile and then we stop Livinallongo finally, with the carrier that looks like a furnace in the hot sun of fondovalle.E 'around August and there are a lot of people dappertutto.Abbiamo all three a yen pizza and a nice weissbier fresh pint, coffee finale.Tutti speeches are made on the adventures, the people you know, the funny situations that are going to travel successe.Riprendiamo Campolongo, and then Corvara, Val Badia, Bruneck and forth between columns and through traffic lights Monguelfo Villabassa and, finally Braies.
propose a change po'strada towards Dobbiaco Lake Cimabanche Landro, the chaotic and then to Cortina Falzarego where we stop.
Although it is quite different from when we walk past no longer later than five days before, seems to have a look into the eyes of the Lagazuoi casa.Alzo immediately, without seeing the cable car, people, chaos machine.
We enter a bar to drink coffee and buy some souvenirs, then ripartiamo.Faccio way I always with my Golf with the Escort of Denis and Clare that I closely followed by vicino.Essendo alone on board, as well Colle S. Lucia and after so many days when my ears have only heard the voice of nature, I turn on the radio and get up a po'il volume.Da Agordo in Belluno, and then the traffic is almost Valsugana haywire, certainly because of the tourists giornata.Si of getting late, they are 21:00, and we decide to stop to eat something at the brewery on the outskirts of the thirty Bassano.Finiamo where we started, even if we talk and laugh poco.Sei hour drive we were exhausted more than one stage from 1500metri height difference. There
abbracciamo.La great adventure if possible even more cemented our friendship.
I climb in the car and take the road home in the darkness of notte.A join me there are only my thoughts.
He could have been better, this Altavia? Sure, there was Ughe knows that laughter in the evening or rifugi.Oppure Francis and Donald Tusk, who has complained every morning for some terrible affliction then be out of my head every night, the third cup or so was the narcissus lì.Ci Marco would never be able to leave before ten and who knows how he would give up his beloved life notturna.E at least one of the girls would have certainly led to some exciting new twist in the speeches, and a touch of feminine dolcezza.Avessi morosa.Ma had a genuine passion, otherwise it would have been more fights and pleasures. How
if, but how many .... The truth is that, as usual, the absent are wrong.
some pictures I run in my mind means that while I scratch my beard for ten days and everywhere I feel the itch and the smell typical di chi ha fatto poche docce,sembrano i fotogrammi di un film.
I timori della partenza,il rincuorarci l'un l'altro,la grandinata presa il primo giorno e poi la festa della sera con i nuovi compagni d'avventura.La notte sul pavimento del rifugio Biella.I due stambecchi di vedetta al mattino,la nebbia bianca e fitta del fondovalle ed i contrasti di colori del Fanes,il lago del Limo e la mandria di cavalli liberi al Gran Plan da l'Ega e poi la dirupata Forcella del Lago,la piramide di Rozes ed il panorama incredibile e mozzafiato del Lagazuoi.I lontani puntini luminosi nella notte,unici segni di civiltà,i profondi silenzi ed i giri di risate e grappini,la galleria umida e buia di oltre 1100metri solo con una piccolissima torcia,la nebbia e la tristezza Nuvolau up to, with my mates at a pace neglect. Mondeval The green, the feast of songs multinationals to shelter the City of Rijeka, Pelmo splendor of the rock, the cross of Col Rean, the seven km long north wall of the Civetta and the terrifying landslide with the blood frozen in vene.E then the incredible towers Venice and Trieste, the peaks and precipices of Moiazza, the night time of unprecedented violence, the charm of the alpine and fork Moschesin, pasta eaten at Pramperet Philip comes with a shoe of Clare in the rugged yet pristine mano.Ed Van de Zita, populated by hawks, ravens, buzzards, chamois, ibex marmotteLa kitchen of the shelter Pian de Fontana saturated with acrid smoke, the challenge in grappa with Treviso, the dorm invaded by the wind, the sky button with the nose at night, the Gusela the bishop, the refuge of peace Bianchet, the dusty road in the twilight of the forest, the last few meters and the beam as an ideal wire wool.
Walls ridges torrioni.Abeti larch needles beech forest fruit flowers grazing animals facce.Voci laughs hard hot cold fear enthusiasm melancholy cheerfulness serene light rain shadows pensieri.Emozioni.Emozioni friends I bring home as luggage indelible.
This was perhaps nothing, in a lifetime unforgettable intera.Me for a few days it was all very intense.
simply was from Lake Braies in Belluno.
Altavia Dolomite Number One.
NICOLA
Gelain
CAI Montecchio Maggiore
May 2008.
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