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Magnodeno: a visit to the 'hotbed' of the Alpine Lecco

November 14, 2009

You go or not To? After spending Friday glued to the screen for the usual check of the forecast, I decided to leave, knowing that it will not be a sunny day.
cross my fingers and feet, as this will serve only to provoke violent cramps, and we go from a Milan gloomy, cloudy but not rainy.
Unfortunately not everyone thinks so, and there's defection last 3 hours: it is a pity, but I understand their choice, even if you do not agree with ... Oh God, I know more people who remained overnight in plenary session of the Cabinet, though not envy you.
the jamb with a nice 5x2 car, we go in search of breakfast place: here I have props references and finally catches sight of a bakery that makes coffee with a side bar, we dive to the double turn: first a free ride delicious freshly baked croissants and then the bar for the hot drink on duty. The bartender is a bit 'malmostosa, but put yourself in his shoes: This story is no longer able to sell a paste for months and months ...

Slip through the alleys of Maggianico, parked near the monastery, hospice, which triggers the appropriate jokes. The weather conditions are pretty bad: fog all around, but it does not rain and does not even cold. And if there is someone who suffers from cold, I'll do I just go with the first ascent: an ancient mule track that is currently not a problem, but descent will be like?
A rhythm all in all we have quiet time to talk of the summer (behind us) and winter around the corner.
Campovecchio The bar is definitely closed, the bowling green desolate and benches piled in a corner: bad sign, but the storm is over our heads. The sky darkens and starts to drizzle, fine fine, but I prefer to wear the cover from rain, which is not touched for months: you also need to take air from time to time. The rain will take a few minutes and you will pass the phase of the sauna, we were not even in a beauty farm. For those who wish to make the sludge will be readily satisfied and for those who dream of losing a few pounds of too, the tour will offer a nice tough climb, where the group will inevitably shelling.

We pass a guy with a lot of dog is beyond us, stops, turns around and greets me:
"Hello Fabrizio"
"O Beautiful" I think I "and who the hell is I'm part of Rambo?" Then doth my best smile markettaro and the greeting: "Hello"
"Do you remember me?" that makes me.
"Devil" think "they are stuck ..." "Mmm ... no, not really"
"Come on, we met on this occasion and I phoned a couple of times"
My mind boggles, but I pull out my spirit: "Ah yes, you Lucilla" bluff dramatically. But bastardoni bluffing too: one of misrepresent readers of the site, but we had never seen nor heard. If nothing else, his big dog, now filled with pampering, is the glue. Four
talk and then promise to meet again on top.

The break is now vital to the camp and miraculously the weather seems to brighten. Go back to our hopes of seeing something and jumps to attack the Horn of Grao, a strange top, which seem to be two or maybe three. A long stretch on the ridge, beautiful, not too tiring, potentially view. That brings us to the last tear that leads to Magnodeno, but our grandfather (1000m despite declared last week) him off and left him in the most humid and windy that we could find: he deserved a small punishment, no?
As we go, we meet "Lucilla" already is falling: the number of new pampering her dog, is followed by a warning from the owner: "Be careful, the dog likes to roll in the dung ... 'Lucilla is zainoinspallesco definitely has a spirit. Here are the greetings, this time for good, and it remains to him and us down the last stretch of climb.
But good to see consistency in the end is rewarded: the clouds rise from the valleys and the main peaks can finally see. These moments given away from the mountain make it unique: we struggled, we have yet to reach the top, but the excitement has come to hurt us.
's cross and just around here also the refuge of the Mountain: The Resegone is semi-covered, but we just have to wait a few minutes. The refuge is open, although there is no guardian and gives us shelter and comfort where lunch. Out of the clouds play
: Azzoni the shows, even the lake of Lecco, the Horns of Canzo emerge from the white sea, while the Grignetta and handcuffed. Shortly before the Horn Medale here, where I'll go tomorrow. We let ourselves be guided by the wind rose beside a cross, although many of the peaks listed here will be invisible.

Resume in the descent, with the slow and cautious to avoid sculattate ground: the record will be the end of 3 slides (one and a half to cheek), but did not win prize. We recover the grandfather and so on down the path, passin pass.
remains is to tell the frantic search for a place to drink: in the end we put in a huge, new, but mega-kitsch bar in the new structure of the ice rink of Lecco ... But the tortillas were not bad and there are those, including tales of mafia and neighbors lose sight following the maneuvers of the chambermaid.
Hello ... and the next.

PS. I almost forgot: today as the dregs of clothing and mountaineering equipment