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.
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.
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