Young ibex
Descent Ref Nice
Quote
2930 
Male ibex with small
snowfield
Philip pace
Suede
Purezza e trasparenza
Senza parole, solo emozione
Piergiorgio, Francesca, Anna e Filippo
Ciack si gira
Nuovo barometro
Emozione, piacere, silenzio, pace
Dopo una bellissima notte sotto un cielo di stelle, un risveglio con tenda asciutta, alle 7 abbiamo iniziato l’ascesa verso il Passo di Laroussa.
Dal racconto di Filippo:
The climb winds up a steep stone path where at times still encountering snow. At the top of the hill standing out in front of us we see the mountains that separate the valley of the Bagni di Vinadio from St. Anne's. In our imaginary dream of a rope bridge or a cable car linking the opposite side of the mountain but nothing to be done: we have to go down well as far as San Bernolfo 800m on a steep and difficult path. We enter the township, the time seems to stand still: the small, elegant church of San Lorenzo stands on the village houses. The stone walls, roofs and balconies of old wood. We ask a man peeping through a window if there is a shop alimentari.La answer is unfortunately negative but fate and the kindness that sometimes comes from people gives us a pleasant stay with lots of coffee and biscuits in the company of Rocco and Anna.
are two nice gentlemen, he's Calabrian her native village. They tell us and the rest enchanted in admiring the simplicity of their home, handmade furniture, the floor boards, wood ceilings, shelves that hold old tools and copper pots. A jump in history that fills us with joy and admiration. We leave refreshed and on the advice of the valley of Sauma Rocco we take to try to reach the pitch of Tesina and then the shrine of St. Ann. The dirt road climbs steeply into a deep pine forest. The fund is gradually until it became more uneven a path. Hubert has been added to the German guy that we now days is revealed from time to time on the steps of Manfred. Going
the forest thins out and the valley opens out into a clearing littered with larch and stone. Finally we reach the pass at an altitude of 2200m Sommette. The path forks, and we decide to abandon the path to Tesina to remain high altitude and direct attack on the French side to the lakes of Lausfer. The exact time we reach the summit of the mountain in front of us and feel good that we decided our goal would be the valley of the refuge Malinverni Riofreddo. We walk quickly the military road that winds between 3200 and 2500m altitude up to the hill of Saint Anne and after tried a path that would cut off the mountains on rocky ridges saving us a lot of roads but we are disaffected and the rest from fatigue and so we decide to go down to the shrine of St. Anne where we can expect a hot meal and a soft bed
August 19
At 7am we are already on the path that takes us back quickly at high altitude, we walk up the hill to a beautiful ridge of Lombardy, from here we reach a large group of guys step Orgials and we give up surrounded by fast chamois to Malinverni beautiful lakes to the refuge.
have lunch and soon after, in a storm the way we take, our goal is the refuge This is indescribable the way, too good to be able to somehow tell, we are finally in the park of the Maritime Alps, protected and therefore full of nimble chamois, marmots, and beautiful landscapes, the Massif above us and calls us tomorrow.
the shelter are so many nice people, including Pierre, Francesca and Anna with whom we have dinner and we tell ourselves.
the night progresses, fatigue is felt and the forces are less, a nice bed after a good dinner ahead.
Philip entertains new friends, I download the data and tell you this wonderful day .... tomorrow we will be under the Argentera towards the sea which today we felt the hot breath. Good night.
August 20 at 5:30
a frugal breakfast prepared us to start, while discrete dawn began to illuminate the tops of the mountains, we descended a few hundred meters to take the path that led us without too much effort Valasco of the collar, then a succession of beautiful lakes has shown us the next hill Fremamorta.
Philip took a pace too strong for me and while still climbed to the summit heard her screams of joy.
We had lunch and we went to the Black Lac and then through a beautiful forest to reach the Col de Sales, with the subsequent de Ladres led us to the refuge de Madonna Fenetre after more than 5000 kcal, 47000 steps, 12 hours physical activity.
August 21
This trip seems like a race against time, there are no breaks, everything takes place as a necessary act with the only thrill of ever new landscapes, encounters with people whose faces are different, different languages \u200b\u200bor dialects, different types of approaches, I see this venture as a book where every day I turned the page and read and then see scenes ever new.
leave the shelter for up Colomb, narrow, and jumping, downhill makes us see the three lakes and the Refuge de Nice that are in a time of spring cleaning, we can not enter but take us out of two cups of coffee and a slice of blueberry pie. We climb to the Col des Fouls
with orientation intuitive that Filippo goes up a hill dragging perplexed at the opening but I understand that the view was right, we're really in the right direction, the cry of my appreciation is several meters above me, raises her arms to heaven.
A tough climb between gravel that yields under the feet, sudden jumps that make us cling to the rocks, we are never far away and below each other not to hit us with stones that fall into the valley.
the pass, the GPS signal 2850, shortly after we sat exhausted and behind Phil is a female mountain goat with its small, watching us and continue to burn, we feel accepted and we look with a smile. Let
backpacks climb up a mountain to admire landscape, we are almost at 3000 Mount Saccarello recognize in the distance, the Pietravecchia the Toraggio ... ... .. the sea! My sea
finally, yesterday I heard the smell, now I see it and experiences in my mind the slow breath among the rocks in the creeks to the Group of Sale.
I have a moment of nostalgia, I need to breathe that air which has entered me in my first moment of life, to Portovenere, the recognized everywhere, surely there is less oxygen here, the scent of the flowers are distinct and well defined , here is the purity, peace and transparency, but my sea is part of me, and like the first love can never be forgotten,
We come together to Casterino a pair of Swiss, Christian and Christian Blanc, talk and walk according to their rate of people that go fast because they want to move, but we can not finally come to the country, offering to accompany us to the station of S. Dalmas de Tente for us to take the train to Limone, we accept.
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