Burns When I Pee And Brown Colored Discharge

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