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High Road Valmalenco

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July 27 - It 'Sunday, the weather sucks as weather, but tomorrow should change. We do all the Valtellina attentive to signs of time limit (50/70km/h) between warehouses, and sad fabbrichette houses in the valley and there goes more ... At Sondrio, turn left and we stuck in Valmalenco, up to the Church. We take the new cable car, huge, walk-in door 160 people ... looks like a square. The refuge Palu, on Lake and along the path of the high street, this year is being renovated so we will place the shelter Motta (private 2180mslm) to 15/20 minutes after the cable car . Time is infamous, drizzling. We arrived an hour of tea without having lunch: a nice refuge, Paola, tempts us with the pizzoccheri very delicious, we eat special dishes in stone, then we go into our bedroom, 2 lounges, a Latvian, bathroom with shower and towels. The refuge has been completely renovated two years ago, by a simple stone building with a few true hotel beds but a huge dining room (restaurant especially for skiers in winter). We are the only guests and chatting with the family dinner next to us, the father of Paola will show you old photos hanging on and tells us about his father, the first manager of the shelter when she was a little cabin. The two girls Paola already want to serve at the table, the promise of the fourth generation of refugees, then bring out a PC and try to connect to the Internet all the tangled wires. Monelle and wide awake, very pretty. I try to involve bep making the rounds that we will see in the next few days, but is not interested, saying that both the guide and I do I know where to go ...

July 28 - There is a wonderful and sun really begins trek along the Alta Via della Valmalenco, marked with a yellow triangle on which is inscribed the number of days of travel (we we started today, but in reality this would be the fifth day of the trek). At the beginning, unfortunately, we walk on gravel and slopes around us each ridge has its own ski lift ... was a few years that are missing from these places and I seem to have really gone too far. The lake is very nice but from Palu. Pause photos Alpe Campolungo where a woodchuck poses as a diva. After a while, 'begins the wood and improves the landscape, the highway becomes a path up to the big pasture Campascio (1844mslm) under the shelters and Mitta Musella. From there began an endless ascent, first through the woods for up to two shelters, then the path called the seven sighs, because it exceeds seven moraine up to, rising with steep zig-zag, the refuge Carate (2636mslm). am fond of this little rustic hut of the CAI, I would like to stop here rather than go for the huge Shack Marinelli, with 210 beds, but prefer to arrive bep glacial environment that awaits us beyond the nozzle of scissors, a few meters above the Carate. So here we stopped only to eat, beautifully, and managers have a chat with ... will be for next time. And here finally appear, if a little 'veiled by clouds, glaciers and peaks. the nozzle gets pounded some snowfield and go down to the pond and the brook at the foot of the glacier to Casper, then starts to climb steeply again zig-zag to the Shack Marinelli (CAI 2813mslm). A few guests, quiet atmosphere, very friendly owners, great view. Bep started to become interested in places, especially in the Bernina and Capanna and Marco Rosa, 1.25.000 and buy a map of the area. Violent rain towards evening, I left out the boots but some pious soul brings them back inside me. We have a nice room for 2, with green sheets.

July 29 - Morning beautiful. We follow the advice of refugees and depart after 9, so that it reaches the sun on the section of the glacier that we have to cross. Today we have to a short trail but "dot" that is, to experts and we are incredibly alone (we will be all day). We descend along the path from which we climbed, but soon after it leaves uncomfortable continuing on large stones, in part, to the left along the moraine of the glacier. This trait seems to me very long, eventually you get to the glacier, we face associated with crampons.

With light and quiet climb we arrive at the nozzle Caspoggio (2983mslm). It's all downhill from here, first with a short section of fixed rope, then between snowfields and back-breaking rocks in search of the yellow triangle (now has inscribed the number 6) to show us the right path, then through meadows, we arrive at the shelter Bignami (CAI 2400mslm). Along the way we are struck by the beauty of the glacier Fellaria, to our left, with huge blocks of ice ready to fall between roars and thuds and with a very high waterfall and other children who download large lake in the Alpe Gera. Upon entering the shelter the smell of garlic convinces us that it is time pizzoccheri, dine at the table next to our mother and child, very beautiful and photogenic, but come back down soon after. Afternoon of leisure, photos and small explorations in the vicinity. the evening chatting with the only other two guests of the shelter and with the young managers. Bep play chess on a chessboard with Mauro old boy Milanese the season is here. We have a closet just for us by three, with sheets of red and views of the glacier Fellaria.

July 30 - Another sunny day. We go down to the lake by Bignami Alpe Gera, going around clockwise and passing on the many bridges that cross the rivers thaw, then go back to the pasture of Gembro, where we have pictures of the huts, then we go up and down along the lake, passing under some roads and facilities under a frighteningly large rock overhanging the lake, and then we fit with a steep climb in the Valley Poschiavina, long valley that in Switzerland, and welcomes us with a beautiful green pasture incredible. Trail (yellow triangle with number 7) back across the valley and the river rocks that lead up to the pace Canciano (2464mslm), marked by the boundary stone. Along this path, looking back, reviewing the major glaciers around the Bernina, and that pace is reflected in the first of many lakes that meet. I started to count but I lost count almost immediately ... Continues for a bit 'and then the climb to the pass of Campagneda (2626mslm) changes downstream and you start to come down in the beautiful mountain lakes now reflects the mountain accident. Campagneda the Plan (about 2250mslm) continue in part, through meadows and pastures, under the Pizzo step, up to the magnificent Alpe Prabello, a village of huts and streams, where there is also the refuge Cristina (private 2287mslm). Here too few guests (us, a German couple and a strange and lonely) as in the Upper Street, it really is incredible that an area so beautiful is so little joke. We have a whole room available just for us and give us a fantastic shower tokens 2. After dinner we deal with that tomorrow will be the lone Pizzo Ladder, we are tempted to join, but unlike what I had found on the internet (easy glacier) describes him as something long and complicated because of retreating glaciers, unstable boulders and climbing steps, also the weather seems uncertain, so we give up.

July 31 - It 's the day of return, little by little, the clouds thin out a little' later than the other morning, and leaves the usual wonderful day. With backpacks ready we linger to take pictures of the huts of the village and that is how he discovered the bep family farm Negrini: she's milking the goats, and while we wait for it to end and that We sell a little 'cheese tells us about his former life of Alpe Lugano transferred Prabello for love. They have two sons and a lot of animals: cows, goats, pigs, a donkey, a sheep, a cat, two dogs who have just two puppies, canaries, fish ... We assist at certain stages of cheese, b and p is a billion photos of everything and, upon leaving, now finally in love with the place, he says: "Next year we come back." So , we start the last stretch, initially at high altitude on the trail "yellow triangle with 8", then came to Alpe Acquanegra turn right and go down to the asphalt and more ... until someone takes us up, in our case a bus packed with children (We're standing in the corridor) that settles there after daring turns of the cable car to the parking lot of the church where we left our cottage-van.

photos are here: http://www.geis.altervista.org/08-07-Valmalenco/

What Should My Semen Smell Like

Equinox

What I wanted then was: catch up with old together, Kleehof . Instead
Ana is no more, and also Kleehof was razed to the ground.
I stayed with another life.
contains all the previous lives.

Samaire Armstrongfakes

16.09.2007 Cassin route to shovel (one year)

(BEP)

We are now at the end of the chimneys and few nice soft plaques ahead before the light behind this fog, which is now our constant companion.
Looking up I can think of the Blues Brothers: "I saw the light", but there really! riazz azz and you see the blue sky, clouds, fog rising from the north and are stopped by the warmth of the south.

Well, it's done, we're out. Certainly the chimneys with their dismal surroundings are something else entirely.
One thinks immediately of the hill, two fast calculations: So if we go out at 7:30 we have an hour and a half light: half an hour to the summit, down for an hour and we are out of the first double, then we go down the stack.
Roby pulls the last three shots, becoming the second two because we do conservation practices with the ease of one who sees the light.
turning the fog takes on the characteristic amber color of the setting sun and merging with the low clouds that now I like them as well.

We are on the edge, great uncertainty, when we left. Calling
edge is really a sin can think of something sharp, annoying, harsh, nothing more wrong: since the Cassin looks round, pleasant, smooth, beautiful to touch, something that you know will protect you both know that after this adventure to an end and stop on the legendary street Cassin would really unbecoming. On top of anything you can no longer fall on him, no discharge of stone not to mention the rivers of water in the final strainers in case of rain.
We are on the edge, but compliment each other to either of them comes to mind: we know that there is a long and at least expect the obelisk.
Roby pulls the last few meters from the edge of the blue rope and unfortunately there is no more ... The fog has prevailed on the warmth of the south and we are completely surrounded. The light at 7 and 30 is now a glimmer that will allow us to do more than a roll of two or three ahead of us ... The camp is essential. However, we are out, anything could happen to us now that mountain, tricky at the beginning, we became friends and envelops us protecting us on top of it.

The rocks that are as big as houses and wander the thought of any camp anywhere not even sorry. But we must get to the yellow camp, waiting for us with mountains of blankets wetland dry with our bodies.
We have a lot of stuff to eat, even if the thought of food makes me sick. We have food and water and maybe a nut or a bag of soup could also use it to make us something hot. Why are all my thoughts are now already far from Roby. After half a shot overcome a break and I still yet another shot, but now it is dark: I think it's the last one with the light. I have no idea where the top and the ledge that will lead us to miss the arrival. But I go. Needless to falter, pull the entire length of the rope, two feet from the end and are on a beautiful Saxon. We step to the right, parking is here: two old tapes are what I find, is not integrated with our material as it I had to do for all other stops.
are perfectly flat on a rock as big as a bus. Here the stones do not seem huge boulders, here everything is relatively small in the large mass that we have now broken, we're on a horse, now softened. Like those old mountain gruff under a thin skin that makes you find so tender and pleasant character. Now nothing frightens us most, we are comfortable with the darkness that now surrounds us completely, now the old man takes care of us.

Now all slows down. The darkness and fog together seem not to want you to really see where you are, do not see the depth of the sky and the size of the mountain. Almost like a blindfold, and perhaps even reassure want you, but it's really hard to continue. My stack looks like the pile of Barbie to my daughter almost reach half a meter or so. That seems a beacon of Roby: every time he turns to me and I find it hard to dazzle me recover. So my best, even with the eyes adjust to the dim light.
went around the block, at which point the ledge that should be there is a vacuum in the dark abyss, we can not see nothing even with the headlight of Roby; may later decide to stay on the ridge, our protector.
Another shot, this time it's dark and continue on even simple steps involves carefully. The pile of Barbie does her best but the sensitivity of the hands is what counts most. On these hands able to easily give you the confidence that your feet can not give you, because I do not see where they go, until you hear them backing.

The fog is thick: the lighthouse Roby see more than two meters in depth, as well There is a white wall. We are on top but not on the ledge that we expected to find, will be the smaller peak, we can do is find to come down.
The path has an easy passage to plan, more than 5 feet tied and the other companion reaches. Roby is a break, here is one that certainly comes to the ledge that leads to the obelisk. I remember the last time at the north edge give us strength and confidence, and the other just goes down a little later.
We are down, there seems almost a club but it takes a few steps sideways. From there we are, this is ledge that we had to take the first right.
Time passes slowly. Runs 5 yards and wait for the other assured on a path that normally you loose is really endless.

now skip the markings on the schedule, but we're incredibly quiet, neither shows signs of mental fatigue, we know to be safe whatever happens, the ridge with all its houses protect us in anyway. But the camp is there, within 100 meters. We
: a passage that leads from north to south in two boulders leaning (they look like two-storey houses) that Roby now remember it well we have is the right ledge.
Roby with his good memory a step further acknowledges that, after a troubled passage from a current cold, leads us to the obelisk. Well, it's over, I already feel a sense of warmth of the refuge.
we're calm, Roby remembers exactly where he is and thought it over a short time gives us relief. The adrenaline keeps us from the cold yet that objectively there. The clouds moving towards the top you throw on quest'umidità that basically is not biting as you imagine. A moment's pause to make a phone call to his daughter: "We came, we're going to the shelter, do not worry."
Time does not matter anymore, we go down south where we know from the normal that we will find the camp.

We are always linked and we continue to conserve. Roby should always expect it to walk on top of these steps it would need a pile of adults, it makes a few yards and then turns lighting up my feet, that seem to walk on eggshells.
is below, feel it, yes, I think, is sought, but Roby does not point the lighthouse more than two meters, we have to get him to see the camp and the search becomes somewhat cumbersome. Time passes, this time it's the turn of the girlfriend, you need to reassure her as well.
We are very quiet, we know that we are safe, but the thought of speaking and to communicate the situation makes me a little excitement to her that for sure will take care.
Moreover I would do well if a friend called me from the top of the shovel of a cold night with the lady, fog can not see and can not find the camp. I'd twist your guts.
"Hello. We are on top. We do not find the camp but We are looking for and we find it safe, do not worry, we feel as soon as we find. " It is not easy to calm a person who loves you with a few words, knowing that just to reassure you were to tell you some lies.
But this time nothing more true, we are very peaceful, we do not have cold, we have more clothes to protect us, food and water in abundance, but we're stubborn and try again anyway.

The stubbornness in insisting Roby to look at the spot where, according to him, the camp is located, I do not even ask Val, who surely could learn from someone its Friends chat in the mountains to show us how to find it.
So here we are and it is here.
The mobile phone continues to show signs of attempted calls or messages, but does not take and then you find the camp, which serves to continue to call?
The next call will be when we get to the bivouac.
E 'already passed midnight and the sky opens up and discovers her jewelry. The fog clears, but the battery reaches a maximum radius of 5 or 6 meters and the immensity of the ridge is very little to see it ...
also seems to stretch the gap with the slow walk: it seems to be down to 100 or 200 meters, staying on the left, south wall, coming down from the only part where we are sure you should be.
At least Robbie is safe. She saw him in a previous ascent on normal.

His tenacity in looking in that area is equal to the certainty of finding it is also equal to my growing tiredness of legs: I stop every 4 / 5 steps, which are now only upward or downward, the plan no longer exists, we are on the slopes. Turn, turn and toss and turn. Roby glides along with a stone as big as half a car, but just enough to keep him with the rope and remains in equilibrium. Fuck that fatigue ... adrenaline begins to lose effectiveness, we stopped for the umpteenth time, we try with the battery in the fog a bit 'thinner ... I look forward to your mobile, we are a lot of messages, are surely those who are concerned about the valley .. but that the answer? Better to do it when we are comfortable at camp ... I mention that we could stop Roby away somewhere, we still have an extra down, the electric blanket and other things and we need to rest. It is from this morning at three and a half that we do not stop for a moment, the way was hard: it is indispensable. His answer is decisive: it keeps trying. Then no comment, we are in silence ... we stopped for the umpteenth time ... I read the posts ... ... ... ... ... ... & # 8230; ....
Azz, and double riazz azz, Val our readers thought. With a smile, I turn to Roby: mo 'you read the post by Val: "From the top to the east about 70 feet, south side. 10 meters below the crest. There are yellow signs on the ridge above the camp. " Roby's exclamation: That Great! My answer: Yes, that witch with all his friends and the technology has the infernal spot on.
Well, in 5 minutes we obelisk on the ridge, Roby forward 5 meters see a yellow mark, I reached him by Roby ... we're there, look around in the & # ... 160; Miiiii ... never a lemon yellow that looks like a hen house it seemed so beautiful.

Oh but if it is closed? The open with a hammer ... I'm just beat, now we are inside.
Boys palace, the castle is beautiful: blankets, shelter, just fog, six bunks ...
Great Vale. This time I read his mind: when I wanted to call her to tell her to ask his friends in the mountains where he was ... she got there first. The certainty and pride of Roby made us look in the wrong place ... but this time he has learned and accepted: even when we strasicuri, he says, is always better to debate and think over whether our beliefs and certainties there is another truth. This time there.

Okay let's brief. Now is one. This time a good handshake to my travel companion with a smile. A phone call to cheer Valley that we found, before entering the camp and we are already without harness, scrap metal, ropes, backpacks and clothing are already on the bed under three blankets. Robyn asks if I'm hungry as he tries to eat something. Not even mentioned, I sleep and trouble if you put the alarm, we are also here three days, we have everything you need to survive. I did not even have the strength to remove the alarm clock, still pointed to three and a half hours the night before, the sound off when assuming that the feel. Roby also has cooked his last efforts to settle in a camp and be a bit 'of space to sleep not just in a niche ... and we are in darkness. This time it's a dark, warm under the blankets that we flood to the head.
No time to rethink the day after a brief generalized tremor throughout the body, I'm already asleep.

At about 3, going out to pee, we realize that it snows. Roby, still dreaming, do not believe it and almost slipped. Let's go back to bed and sleep until 10:30. When in trouble with the cold we can unlock the deadbolts to open the door and it does not snow more transparency and you see the sun. But on earth there are 10-15 cm of snow.
In silence and worried we decide to go down fast. The stomach is contracted.

caliamo By the second double in the streams: it is a good sign, the snow melts in an instant, the third fallen snow & # 232; disappeared. It remains only to water ... we soaked the rope fell during braking. Finally everything gets nice, the few stretches of trail on the highway to seem normal Gianetti.

The hut is empty, the kitchen closed, but the pleasure of exchanging a few words with us and see us feel good is really good. Since this morning when we opened the door of the camp are treating us like guardian angels and offer us a plate of pasta at 3 and a half ago.
This great mountain this time we forgave everything.

PS: no technical report on this beautiful route to the Cassin shovel, which is not only climbing but life experience.

photos are here: http://www.geis.altervista.org/07-09-16viaCassinBadile/