May 13, 2009
"Ay, ay, ay, ma'am Longari. She has fallen on Birds. If I am called Longari, if you change your sex and whether birds instead of talking about you morning, no sentence would ever be more appropriate to begin this story ...
Convinced we left at 7:30, I was grazing slowly to the house when the phone starts ringing. 7 people are waiting for me at the usual rendezvous in Pzle and Lotto are 7:05 ... opps, the race begins, which is not wonderful if done early in the morning and especially when you have to do with his tail between his legs.
I reach the band, distribute seats, pick nice gifts (such as home-baked bread coming from no other than scholarly Bologna) and part.
It is already hot, but obviously I have a couple of degrees higher on him. I'll forgive the late hour of the lunch.
We go to the parking lot where they begin dancing to the Sileggio Zucco. The first section of trail, fairly quiet, only serves to carburizing legs, breath, and talk on sweating. And 'one of those days where you will earn LIOD loaf.
the female-dominated are now used to it, luckily I get bold relief in 4 young people with their spirit and often sagacious salacious. The shadow of the forest there is further damsel in distress and only a few, known to be busted by the temperature control, continues to take on two layers ... if only I had brought in short trousers! The undergrowth is propped
of blooms: tons of columbines readily photographed, several specimens of Silene, yellow dandelions that are tacking head of state. In addition to photography, today we will be accompanied by Big Brother, which incorporates everything and everyone with his portable camera ... then expect the video of the day, so we asked the assembly of which the availability of George Lucas ... You too can feel the raspberry from from overseas?
And then comes the climb: steep now, without hesitation, the entire leg and breathless, absolutely the fat and pimples. I entered the metronome, I related to pedometer (I leave you to guess what the hell made), I inserted the jack in the cerebellum, particularly in the area that controls the frequency of the pass, and start pulling the band. The pitch is very kind of Lenin. Let us in the thick forest, which also takes away any desire to see something different from the tips of our shoes. But even a few pair of shoes here would need a nice refreshing ... moreover, their hard work they have done and even for them there is a time for retirement, or not?
With a few pounds less evaporated in sweat, we finally out of the woods. It 'a feature that I particularly like, because that opens the view from both sides: the right Grigne, where the snow was promptly withdrawn from two weeks to this part (although it still remains a lot'); left Bellagio, Lake Como, the mountain of Crocione bifida and Monte di Tremezzo. Despite the humidity in the air, the show is not bad.
continue along a ridge and then move to the side of the lake Sileggio, which is already apparent in the cross you up there and us down here. But we kept a good pace keeping us in perfect line with the roadmap (which is still in was very theoretical, because this is the first group to go with here). In the air every now and feel some perfume: Sometimes it's the daphne, the other less ash, flowering well, while others have not the faintest idea. Last
rampegada and we are at the cross ... almost no one believed it was so close.
Lunch break, break pictures (and movies). We enjoy the even if the sky is the pearl gray. The conversation takes a sharp turn, from Voltaire to Alba Parietti ... no doubt about it: if one day the fantasy will to power, here we have a fair share of the council of ministers.
For the descent you use another path: the first along a beautiful stretch of ridge Panorama, where he discovers that the house under the cross is actually a well-equipped camp, but with the door locked at night part (I dare not imagine what they fear the managers). A ridge is complete we dive into the valley of the Age, reconnecting with the trail is used a few Wednesday. But before we make a stop at the beautiful path maggengo, complete with a courtyard in flower, unfortunately in a state of semi-abandonment. The air is cooled and is just fine, but the cool rain and anticipates it will. In reality will be 5 minutes drops weak, but will be enough to fear the use of Prusik according to the instructions recently posted on Facebook by one of us (the worm has deleted As previously written, so there are possibilities to give you the link).
We follow the coast path in returning to base, where we will move to the usual pastry bar, I'm entertaining clients. On the other hand I eat their pastries stuffed with ice cream. We end with a series of water balloon, I literally soak pants and shirt. A shower was just what we wanted.
It starts with the columbines
Women
Women pumping
Asphodel
View Mandello, and the Horns of the Moregallo Canzo
Self-timer (problematico. ..)
Blows on the heads
