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May 9, 2009 After the fantastic

Verdon, there was mountains of abstinence, because during the Park Orobie Valtellina, useful and interesting. Of course you remain in the classroom while traveling outside of the day nothing short of spectacular, it was not easy. At least an hour lunch I have enjoyed the woods and bloom spectacularly Pratoni, waiting for the first mowing of the season.
You can then imagine that I now want to travel on trails.
But now comes a nice tube problem: when I go to pick up the car, I find myself a flat tire. Thank goodness I was with my faithful Lau, by which we transform box in a box during a Ferrari F1 race. Locate the jack, raise the car (and the parking brake?), Unscrew the bolts, remove the punctured tire, mount the spare, tighten the bolts, give it a shot of jack in the side of the helper (the organization is a bit 'to refine ...), lower the car, tighten the bolts, put away the knife and go to Piazzale Lotto. All in 10 seconds ... or were 10 minutes?
But there is also the crews to be redone, as with a car without a spare wheel is not very clever man, go. Not bad, and finally part, under a sun that bodes well (even if the weather is not so optimistic afternoon).

arrive in Val Seriana, we go up the narrow road Which brings us close to the observatory Orobie, where you start. Today's excursion is divisible into two well-defined and sharp, even in three: the first one goes to the woods and Pratoni Poieto, quietly and without squeezing sweat. Then comes the turn of Cornagera, rockier, more mangy, more adrenaline. Finally there is the return on a hyper-pastoral zone, between flowers and mountain huts. Well ... big pot, I shove it.
12 old faces, and 2 new stravecchia (all references is purely coincidental) in the group, the usual alchemical medley, which begins to rise pointing to the observatory. But the climb is not interrupted and there sandwiched between the borders of the pastures to earn our daily quota. Today there is nothing to squeeze a nice: I keep a pace deliberately quiet, even to enjoy the many things that gives us this first phase, the bird snares, the daffodils, the laburnum not yet flowered plants of the strawberries, just waiting for some week to give their tasty fruit. Not even the shadow of views: a pall of humidity enveloped the valley, so Presolana & Co. are held well away from our eyes and lenses. The humidity does make you sweat and the heat is nothing short of unwanted pet. Between beech and beech trees we arrive to a beautiful pool of water lily plants enriched in the process of flowering. Following ascent to Poieto, where we meet a kid who obviously taken by surprise by our presence, dives into the wood with strokes of somersaults (obviously. ..). Finally, the first real stop was.

later. Scenes change quickly, I also change the costume wearing hat and tails, and we dive into the world of limestone Cornagera. Just grass, just green enough slope from shrinking violet ... from now on only white rocks, steep, full of holes. And you slip into a hole and there will be to Carolina (sorry to all who read this story Caroline, but I have not invented the name). You know Stratta a crack between the rock, which is becoming closer and we are small children spend in it? So it went, until you come out from the opposite point, Where to get backpacks and sticks at the entrance. Among
scree that remind me a lot of the Dolomites (who wants to return to the attack of the slope to come ...), Cornagera. After the visit of the first act, the semi-caving exploration of the first part of the second, here comes the part mountaineering. The climb is pretty steep a couple of strokes, where the hands are not there just to make weight for the or give-me-five . The ascent via smooth line but I guess it will be like the descent, which is required for this same path. In just come to the Madonna of the summit, where we are dedicated to the favorite sport: I peeled the banana and everything that entails, but from now on, the skins will be respectfully brought home. The rest we
detained and long and sunny, there are some who crushes a nap and who does not forget the lessons of the contrabassoon.

We continue the descent carefully, very carefully and, after plenty of photographed a plant that is missing to my appeal, we find ourselves well below the cliffs populated by social climbers and asocial. They graze and take the path of descent, which, at a crossroads in well marked by wooden poles, makes me feel right. But strangely you go down, so with a look at the GPS track and last year made me realize that we are out of our path. Calling all the lifts in a few minutes and come to the crossroads, I remember (and was now ...) which is really a crossroads and the third path is to be taken. Comfortable in the path and find a nice pratone among crowds of daffodils and dandelions, well separated from each other.
E 'soon and we can enjoy another pleasure-break, as long as time will allow ... half an hour. But our portable barometer, aka The Man with the leg of titanium, says there is nothing to worry about and that the clouds are gathering that blacks are just a bluff ... and he was right, the region to sell.

conclude all to a nearby farmhouse, surrounded by the nth Pratoni and pacifiers coche umpteenth beer and (sometimes spiced up sandwiches with salami or not ... we are in a farm right?).
Easy or adrenaline, nature or vertical? Various' This is the secret of this excursion.

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