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December 29, 2009 must have been the lake Arpy, but forecasts have prompted me to change destination, get back on track Lake Devero, a classic, a beautiful classic.
On Monday morning, then pass it to Tampin members to inform them of the new round and I get almost complete adherence: I'm sorry for the "almost", who missed a day with all the trimmings (even literally speaking). The climb to Alpe

is more mangy than expected even though I left before a relay (aka Thursday), we receive communications contradictory, such as "street cleaner, you can bring," corrected shortly afterwards in a "The last few miles are a little 'dirty, but I I've done it without chains." Well, the car is a bit of a guide 'the mirror of the guide: without a handle, mirror with a patched-up shots of Scotch with two fingers stuck in mud everywhere, deviation, beat-up, but that goes everywhere. And who is not driving, it must turn to the chains. Moral of the story, who arrived at Alpe Devero, must wait. If nothing else it's sunny and you are just fine. Then the light is fabulous: You know that light grazing, larch and red from blue-tinted snow, with clouds that act as a filter and balanced by ... in short Landscaping and a godsend from the point of view camera.
One of us has friends in Morgex (very close to the original destination of Arpy) and confirm that it is snowing ... a shiver of pleasure runs through my pants.

A compact group of us stuck in the flat Devero, populated by a lot of people, mostly skiers and fancazzisti Restaurant. Drop them quickly enter into the magical forest that leads to Crampiolo. There is no snow to be sold at the fish market and a further sprinkling tonight created the effect pandoro peaks and forests (in comparison classic Christmas-edible). To skirt along the stream that passes between the mounds of snow accompanied by the sound of its waters: even snowshoes as a sign of respect for the site, silent ... good strength, we like snails, but this is the right step today, which allows you to touch the taste buds, olfactory and visual environment of all that the park has to offer. The houses that anticipate
Crampiolo are a classic example of a photographic stage, perhaps even Naomi Campbell naked on horseback through the snow would get so many shots (I know ... I exaggerate, but only to emphasize the idea ...). Here we are in

Crampiolo, where we consume a brief pause, but not to the mythical bar of malmostosi, from which we are away.
After crossing the jewel of the country, the climb: the only real climb of the entire day. John pulls down before, and I cazzeggiano in the rear, but in good company. The view from the top of the village is worth a visit. Turkey stuffed with octopus and boiled for dancing in our stomachs, we arrive at dighetta and then, with a further pass of the cake, preferably stuffed with mascarpone, we reach the upper reservoir. The lake is in front of us: a huge platter, white, surrounded by steep walls. Thurs proceeds above and here we are, and plenty of ice on its surface.
The impression is enormous: many ants seem to hunt for food and, in fact, has gone from a little 'the canonical hour of the lunch, so we stopped in the middle of the lake, the sun, in a location protected from wind the meager lunch post-Christmas in the austere look of the Punta della Rossa.

For the return you another round and another race (euphemistically speaking). After reaching the second dam, graze Crampiolo to head towards the lake of the witches, very little ice. Hence, while magically snows with the sun (I've hired writers from George Lucas for this special day) with various doodles in the snow and the woods, we dive into the snow-covered dirt road. "Plunge" is the right word, as we face down the slope is much more consonant with that of Klaus Dibiasi snowshoes and the final effect will be seen (in the photos, first of all).
To demonstrate the level of bastardy of the driver, Thu invites me to go down looking for cuts and offal. And it only takes a few tens of rotations of snowshoes we arrived at the flat Devero, with snow that enters even the most intimate recesses. As always, follows the normal stop bevereccia, accompanied by wishes for the new year. What about the

Devero Excursion was the perfect conclusion to the 2009 season ... but that of 2010 is just around the corner, so, dear boys, fasten your seat belts!

A good 2010 to you and all the people around you, that if we look hard enough, are many, very many.

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Here on Lake Devero

The Punta della Rossa

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Greetings

Thank you for reading my blog in recent months, I wish you a year where the smile is master, where joy is the food of your heart fulfilled.
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Devero Lake St George-Ring Codera

December 19, 2009 There are only two days at the beginning of winter and the start for this nice tour is accompanied by the first snowfall in the plains.
How strange: it snows in Milan, in Brianza snows, it snows even in Voghera, but here, in Chiavenna should not be dropped not even a bow. "Should" is the right word. Something has instead fallen: a couple of inches and no more.
better that way ... usual lavish breakfast and off we go.
Blue sky, but temperatures well below zero and we think that there is someone waiting here for an hour (more or less ...); is a new and as with all new question arises: "How to recognize ?. Here, it must be him, one with 30 cm of ice on his face.
And the jokes start, timed by a succession of "Happy Birthday", to emphasize that there are better ways to spend their anniversary maximo.

There is cold? No problem ... There are tiers of the Val Codera waiting for: the legendary, Pharaonic, Val Codera scassagambe steps. Face them together with a couple, chasing and passing several times. But our tour is far longer and then take the ball, excess momentum of the two astonished hikers and free rein to the band, so that everyone can speak at its best. And indeed there are sculattate, oblique steps, sliding from "Holiday on Ice", but without consequences, if not moral. We spend so
Avedee with its frescoes, the cross of the Scouts, galleries enriched pindoloni ice, the cemetery and here we are finally coder. The refuge is open, but the manager is heavily involved in the transport of food and basic provisions for customers of upcoming festivals: for us there is a crust of cheese and a pint of cold water (I'm joking, of course).
Given that this is the only place in the whole ring covered, before the lunch break, which overlaps with that of Baggina. Sandwiches, beer and cakes for them, for me instead of a quick reconnaissance on that path and I fear will be too much ice cream. I find it a bit 'slippery with snow and some stretches, comforted by the opinion of the manager, we continue the journey. The lunch break was declared closed on the twelfth stroke of 12 o'clock.

awaits us the most technically challenging section, decorated with a couple of bridges and sight of the path of Val coder, we have just done. But it is when we reach the Tracciolino the fun starts: not only the path becomes flat as my brain scan, but also more scenic, and above all begin to have to do with 10, 100, 1000 pindoli ice as many shapes and sizes. With the rods begins to break one, which shatters into pieces accompanied by classical noise, the same one that accompanies me when I go into a china accompanied by my well known manners. We are the vandals: blades of ice break a gogo '.

Around the Tracciolino begins to lose some ' of its charm when we enter the umbra, where the temperature goes to far below freezing. There's that cycle, to reach the now nearby town of St. George, kissed (and heated) from the sun. When you encounter something interesting, I try to tell, but my prose is mortified by the general lack of interest: there are people here who only think of heaters and hot water bottle. Continuation detaching his shoulders and thinking, "The usual pearls before swine ...". Remove from

Tracciolino to go down to St. George, almost completely uninhabited. We find a good stopping point on the balcony of the cable car, where the sun is shining and we are protected from the wind ... but not from the goats that graze here in tens. Just open backpacks, we pounce on the apparent search for food and only my training as a skilled "host animals" allowed me to remove the goats when their insistence became unbearable. And to think that not even smelled and probably more I smelled all of them put together: "Eau du chavron" is my most intimate secret.

And now awaits us all down, that sooner or later we had to if we want to close the loop. Brushed her going from a cold wind that blows from the lake, we sneak in a long series of switchbacks, fortunately less slippery than expected. But the stepped descent begins to crack some patella, which is now clearly hear her squeak, almost like a seesaw summer.

At 15:30 (on time so perfect, I'm thinking of offering my experience to Trenitalia) are to cars. He missed a snack, we eat, thanks to George, birthday and crucified for the whole day.

Wonderful Val Coder: I appreciated very much today, with its people living on this remote village, with its stone quarries, the steps, the hump-backed bridges, trails and views of the coast in Lake Como. He feels that Christmas is just around the corner for a moment I feel even more good ... but only for a moment.

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Shaharȃzade the weaver of nights - OOAK

Shaharȃzade was the weaver of all nights, he managed with his sweet voice to charm the sultan. He was able to survive a thousand and one night telling wonderful tales of human genes and leaving the end of each story for the next night, so the sultan held it in life than other wives for much longer. Thanks to his perseverance and cunning the life was saved and lived a life as a queen with the sultan and his heirs.

is this character that I inspired my greatest difficulty with polymer clay, is the first time that I create with prosculpt and is the first time I create a human adult face. We hope that the magic of her fairy dust to succeed even this creature and bring it into being just a little 'cute.
Here is the face, has a problem in his left eye is a bit 'too far to the other, but now face is cooked.
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A new award unexpected

After a long absence due to my busy schedule, today I found a nice surprise, a new premium assigned to me by the very respectable and Vera Mina (Mina's shop and Vera).
A little rule is placed to receive the award, describing five desires.
to think of it many of my desires are like anyone else and how many of you have a thousand wishes, and not just five, so it was very difficult to discern only 5, but anyway here's my list (I state that are not placed in order of importance )

• I would like every child, every old person, every man and woman each night to go fed in bed and drank.

• I would like my family, my boyfriend and anyone else have a good life with few worries and with many smiles.

• I would like my biggest dream come true.

• I would like the path of my life was not full of curves and chasms, but an upright road with some rocks to jump (this is not necessary to have a boring life and especially to learn)

• I want that man to take awareness of all the mistakes that led to despair, poverty in some populations and in nature itself. Perhaps becoming aware of his mistakes could be remedied.

People who should I pass the award should be 14.

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Trail tanks and the top of Sasso Malascarpa

November 28, 2009

Infiliamoci between two disturbances (one yesterday and one that should change tomorrow), infiliamoci in a gorge, and climb into a mega infiliamoci, why not, even in infiliamoci a long, long series of jokes. Mix 14 "old" zaioinspallisti, we add a pinch of new, low heat of the sun to cook the top, stir in two old fox hunters of old irons and serve ... et voila served here the path of the tanks and the Stone of Malascarpa (not Mascarpone).
which begins this tale I have already become obvious on the first morning, when the stories of sleepless people were immediately mixed with those of dinners and delicacies. We all know that the evolution of heterogeneous groups follows a precise path: we start talking about the common strainers (in this case, the mountain), it goes to food and almost always comes to sex. If we have enough time available as in the trek of several days, popping up small problems of our microcosm dominated by the precise question "Were you able to go to the toilet?". We
today we stopped in the second phase (food).

After "Breakfast at Tiffany's", screened in eponymous bar-pastry Valmadrera, complete group we enter the path offers a slip to ride along the banks of the river, but especially the first visit to the waterfall.
Crossing areas furnished by sub-tropical jungle, back near the narrow road, which in our disdain from being snobby-hikers and the snobbish (no puns, please ... you smell! ) rinfiliamo us again deep in the valley of Hell. We pass a series of tanks filled with well water (especially considering the season) and go up the ravine using his hands more often. Fortunately, the path (we can really call it that?) Offers several notches carved into the rock, which help in the progression damn. And after the notches are some chains and other chains after tanks and so on ... however, these tanks are far more lovely than those on Saturday in Piazza Duomo (Cathedral Square this is everywhere).
overcome with a little girl and friend zainoinspallista cabbage has just 11 years (the child, not the friend) and fully armed she is doing the path of tanks: honor and also the parent of the child, who has just open a shop selling of patience, the material of which must be particularly fitted.
The forest becomes more sparse and after further passing-of-mass, we come to anticipate that Pratoni St. Thomas, which we avoid for now.

The trail is now wide and sloping from schoolgirl, but I know that this bonanza will not last long. A rude awakening it will first encounter with the pole of the park, but the real hit will come with the placing on the "difficult path" that has as its goal the Malascarpa Sasso. It does not take much to bring down the silence that will last a long time, at least until the meeting with the blades of rocky pinnacles of St. Thomas: "Ooooooh" and then you take a piston. The path is steep and strewn with stones. Some people are going down and unfortunately their pace a bit 'too steep drops and misguided causes various stones, which fortunately do not cause harm to those who are below, as we do.
The signs of the trail goes bounding and sometimes I have to go and check the route going on ahead and follow the trail by the few who is quick to see them more than myself. The group inevitably becomes longer, but finally we reach the sun and the sun means the top and top it means pause.

tersissima The day is also due to wind is not very nice when you stop. We are looking for shelter and give breath to the jaw, also thanks to sweets home-made-made and Esselunga brought up here. After some two photos look shady, loschissimi appears that they are approaching: 200Kg friendship outweighed by 3.60 meters. I try not to cross their eyes, but it is useless to me they are hunted, have their breath on my neck and then I shake his hand vigorously. Draw my widest smile of circumstance and the greeting: "Hello guys, how to throw?". Not even I anticipated their thoughts, so here I am involved in a lesson on the field using GPS 60CSx just bought ... and to think that after the night lasted only three hours, I was hoping for a good sleep here in the sun ... Some people let this opportunity if not escape: Lucky you!

Time goes quickly and before we dive into the long descent, we climb in search of landscapes and hunting will be a very fruitful: we bring home the Rose, the Grigne, the Sun, the handsome profile of S. First, the unmistakable Grigne but above all the piiiiccolo Dhoop the Matterhorn, hence well placed to the right of the Monte Rosa massif. A
eyes, back to backpacks, we salute the two Janissaries and take the path of the ridge. Beautiful trail, a little 'less interesting is the walkway furrowed fields, I remembered to be more visible, but who knows where I picked up this memory ...
From the ridge enters the beech forest and we paused beneath a monumental beech: a real beast of nature, which in summer will bring several tons of leaves on her hair. Souvenir photo and resume to decline. The ground is slippery, but less than I expected, I leave it to leave the band to move at his pace. The pact is always one is always the same: if the junction is expected. Sometimes the agreements are not respected and when I get to St. Thomas with what I thought was the rear guard, I realize that there is at the forefront ... "What has gone to the dogs? Or went nonsense?" doubts overlap in the brain and solve them with a phone call. Few minutes from St. Thomas and when we reach no one will actually tell us how it went. We suggest meeting with the Leocorno, others called sudden crisis of vocation with mystical apparitions of madonnas and San retaliation (which is obviously synonymous with the last ...), but are appealing to the third amendment of the internal law of animal protection. Oh well, caliamo a veil, hairy, painful and going down the easy trail and from here we return to Valmadrera, with 15 minutes of asphalt has once again to cars.

Toast, pizza, beer and coche and early wishes for the holidays: we too are decorated as the mega-center dell'Auchan close to Christmas.

Good Sunday to you all: tomorrow I'm in Milan ... forecasts are very bad and I canceled the climb to Manavella. At the end of this story I'm wondering, "What cabbage do in Milan on Sunday?? "

PS. Greetings to the heart of two shady characters met on the summit, which is always a pleasure to make fun ;-)

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Some women Ragno (for man looks at the last photo)

The spire of St. Thomas

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Lake of the Servant in the center of the park of Mount Avic

24 November 2009 13 November 2004 - November 24, 2009
's been almost five years since the first time at the lake of the Servant. The park is a bit of Monte Avic 'my ball and going back more willingly, even if they are very happy with a group.
In these years I did a little 'street (as Forrest Gump would say "I am a bit' tired ..."), but also the park has come: the visitor center is new, next is a beautiful structure accommodation of wood dressed, the cover has been extended and is scheduled to open a second center for visitors Champorcher on the opposite side of where we are today us.
Here we are, with 8 bold tireless workers, who on Tuesday did not find anything better to do than putting on boots and a backpack to go to the lake of the Servant. The Avic

, meaning the top is always there, has not moved an inch (or so it seems) and, as always, gives me a great desire to climb it: I say it now for several summers, but for one reason or the other in the end I always gave up.
hyper-sunny day: we left the plains to dense fog and there is almost no heat, we are certainly well above the average temperature of the period.
We took our way along the trail that has easy target for the old mining stock. Along the way there is only the Desert of the Tartars and the pyramid dell'Avic gives us his best side: how to dispense with this picture? But this will not only be difficult to give up the photo: on Tuesday it is very photogenic, thanks to the dusting of snow on the peaks, the green of the pines or hooked to the redness of the peaks ferruginea and, last but not least, what about the blue the sky? I apologize for these flights of fancy, which normally do not belong to my repertoire, but the proximity to the great poet can only give these fruits.

But back to issues that are closest to me ... I put the USB stick, the one with the word "Nature" in the slot in the back-and carer part of the history of the mountain pine, the seeds of the park (this little corner of paradise, to whom I owe so much), the fake boxwood (fortunately not in the sense of ministers leaguers), and blueberries are just as fake. Death follows life and miracles of the rowan berries, birds and mountains. The alder (with the apostrophe right where I put it, not like the sort recently ondon chronicles the sad dell'Italietta) white and green female cones shows us ... in short, try to earn my day, because of difficulty walking today we will see. On the other hand the images in the eyes and feelings on the skin will be, and how.

Short salitina and arrive at the home of the artist, as I christened I because of various stone carvings that adorn the house and garden. There svacchiamo the sun, which is a panacea against all the wear and tear of modern life, stress, office to the one customer ... but cynarone. Only those who unrivet 8 lizards from their piece of the sun turns out to be a stronger than expected.

Now we begin to walk on true path, passing the ancient pipes, rocks Sacrifice (whatever that should mean, not even my spelling is fine) and the inevitable mountain pines. On the ground we have a real carpet of larch needles, which are still in winter plumage, which is bare, which makes walking less slippery and much softer. In recent 100 meters ascent silence falls: magical moment, we and the woods and then us and the lake and then we and lunch, always alone, always in silence.
Start the diaspora: in search all the best photo, with the most picturesque corners, with more special effects. Well, here's a special only the lake, almost completely frozen. We do a half turn, shots like madmen, we immortalized in the most ridiculous poses. But the sun is disappearing behind the ridge and about 12 degrees, it suddenly falls to 2. Call to order the troops and begin the descent.
The sun has disappeared even from the artist's house, so we go down a further stretch, until you find a grassy meadow. Other pause, another full of warmth, but yes and no will last a few minutes. Our mad rush to the sun is here declared definitively lost.

Turning next to a stream, I notice a beautiful waterfall, swollen with water. This season, the flow should be much smaller, but this crazy autumn gives us all this and more. We approach between slippery rocks (and so the first sculattata), fords even more slippery (and also via the foot soak) until you get in front of the mighty stream. Collection even this small satisfaction, we put ourselves on track (in the true sense of the word) wanted her to return to where the bar is closed, the center of the park is closed and there is not even around a dog. ERROR! The dogs there are three hungry for cuddles, and are served properly.
go down looking for a bar and finally find the classic local tavern, where there are neither snacks sandwiches. It 's the same owner of the bar that we should go a few minutes further upstream, where it seems the succulent snacks are served. But now we sit and we are satisfied to some old puppy of memory, a variety of drinks and solidarity of the lady, we need some biscuits mo 'apology. I must say: It was a kind gesture, too bad the biscuits were hard (at least for me and my tortured gums). Hello

Avic, missing only you (as the top) to the principal tours of the area and who knows what next summer is not even your turn.

Close sull'Avic

The Avic between rowan

The arrival of the Servant of the lake

We turn the frame around the lake looking better

We, as the lake is now frozen

But what I'll never be thinking?
"I caught a fish so big"
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"And now, what I want more, in addition to Lucan?"

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Make a wish, she will hear

Occasionally, wandering through woods and meadows to meet her, a creature still not pretty, but very funny and magical. She puoi tell your dreams, keep them jealously in a bud. When spring arrives the little bud will bloom and your wish will come soon.




you ... hmmm, has a name even as she and the baby does not have the eternal dream of the ears, I forgot to ask. I know, I know how do you forget your ears? But sorry, what are they for? So she is a magical creature reads the heart and can not hear the words.

cernit is made, I have not a suitable oven, so I cooked the little creature bubble (poor). The result is not much excites me, because this method of cooking has made for the arm fragile.

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