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:
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