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A snowshoe

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.

The creek that leads to Crampiolo