dawn the sun filters in large groups in the dormitory are already flooded with light and wake up some time when, around 7:00, is the rising generale.Siamo least twelve people and give us all a lot of trouble to replicate bags -sheet, to put things in different pockets of backpacks, in back and forth to the bathroom.
The head seems to weigh several pounds heavier, making a po'precario balance in the short trip to the local outdoor cucina.Chiara is not in the best conditions and long-Denis mocks us both, which makes even the small Sardinian, already busy with the trays, as soon as we put foot in locale.Con a wry smile in his eyes and stares at us
Bevo due tazze di tè fumante accompagnandole con pane burro miele e marmellata,e tanto basta per rimettermi abbastanza in sesto.Non manca una frecciatina ai nostri rivali della sera precedente,che vedo ridotti male in arnese.Non guardo loro ma Chiara,che mi siede di fronte
La giornata è splendida.Salutiamo i tedeschi che partono come sempre prima di tutti,comprese le due ragazze dirette a Venezia a piedi,e ci prepariamo pigramente a partire anche noi.Non ho fatto i vari timbri dei rifugi per poi andare a Belluno a ritirare l'attestato dell'azienda turistica,ma I bought the pin on each memory ufficiale.a personale.Purtroppo the Pian de Fontana does not have it, and then I'm happy that the National Park of the Belluno Dolomites.
Fabrizio and Laura opened the way, then there's me and my comrades, and Philip, and last but not least Mark who manages to fall behind the pace somewhat in spite of continuous blando.Scendiamo through a shady forest of firs and beech trees until the head of Ross Valley of the 1424m, where we cross a babbling stream and keeping us in balance on the rocks lulled by birdsong, before rebounding effort with the opposite slope which leads us to emerge on the fork Varet 1704m, squeezed between the ridges and sloping of Talvena Cima Nerville.
opens at our feet Pian della Stua, but the eye is attracted by the play of light and shade of the north wall of the Schiara, thin and sharp with beautiful Gusela the Bishop almost as much a geological miracle seems unrealistic.
The route continues on a long traverse at altitude alternating shaded by conifers and other traits in tall grass beyond the right knee, and a continued close po'esposto. Caliamo then with many windings surrounded by dense patches of pine and larch up to Casonet Nerville de 1641m, where we pause a bit 'at a crossroads. The
Altavia go straight through the fork and iron on Schiara Marmol, and then come to the shelter and then Belluno.Noi Alpine VII had already opted for a variant that drops to località Pinei sulla statale agordina,ed imbocchiamo decisi il ramo di destra,pervenendo ben presto ad una zona pascoliva dove brucano centinaia di bovini,diretti verso Casara della Valle 1396m.
Ora il percorso si snoda facile e idilliaco in una verde valle dalle fiancate boscose e ci porta in breve a raggiungere il rifugio Bianchet 1245m,dove facciamo una lunga sosta godendoci il limpido sole e una birra fresca.
Il luogo è incantevole e c'è tutto quello che risulta bello da essere stampato su di una cartolina.Il piccolo edificio di muratura bianca e legno,le panche all'aperto,i verdi prati punteggiati di fiori le fitte cupe abetaie le pareti e le guglie di roccia il cielo azzurro e terso,pochissima gente in giro il silenzio l'aria frizzante and pure ....
We have reached the moment of parting from Fabrizio and Laura, who will sleep here tonight
and today will make a bet until the Forcella del Marmol 2262m.Ci warmly greeted with hugs and kisses, giving us their appointment in the near Grigne futuro.Due excellent people Two climbers from a friendly posting unica.Il is accompanied by a sort of mutual regret.
would be nice to stay here a little more lazy ', but because now is really hot and you look for refreshment in the shade, but what will be a long detour to retrieve a car and then go home, then we take the journey slowly comfortable on the stock that takes quite a graveled slightly to lose altitude.
We are three and two Treviso and, even among the various jokes and laughter, as I have the impression of being of the surviving company, as veterans of guerra.Ora close friends, tomorrow, when it resumed the life of every day, who knows.
Way without adrenaline, almost without voglia.Tutto is done, everything is done and my legs seem to become suddenly weak, without energy.
We go back in the woods between the first and then through beech trees, while the curves begin to regularly cut the steep valley scorciatoie.La amazing views of the bishops present here, with the creek that is wedged in deep ravines and gorges, the gap that increasingly tight and a mountain that stands in front, the rounded summit of the rock above the dense presence of arboreal crinali.Mi brings to mind an image of the famous view of the myriad of times in books or on television, a place far away on other much more majestic mountains, the ruins of a city of the Incas dominated a summit of all you simile.Credo With stretches of the unknown Pizon, but renamed it between serious and humorous Macchu Picchu.
always continue along the road that runs high on the throat and then, at an altitude 700circa, we bid farewell to Philip and Mark that we proudly display the book with the stamps of all refugees to bring their "trophy" Cai section of Pieve di Soligo, and We warmly shaking his hand.
continue, just as we started, and a turning point in stock We come halfway up the Strait of Agordo now out of the shadows of the foliage in full sun and with a beastly hot, and the first sounds of traffic and civilization beneath noi.Ormai count the meters that separate us from the end, with the enthusiasm that goes beyond measure and the voice that fits more than words to the song.
is 12:30, I walk four hours and we only did 280metri in altitude uphill, downhill all the rest, but the company is compiuta.Camminiamo nine giorni.Abbiamo made a 130km-long path.
Who cares about the most talented, stronger, more veloci.Le our abilities and our budget allowed us questo.Ce we enjoyed in the pieno.E pride for us.
I see the bar, the little square, the battered Escort on which it is almost unreadable the sign attached to the window.
thrown down their packs and we embrace in the grip of euphoria.
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