Monday, January 18, 2010

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On Cross Snowshoeing: binge views

January 17, 2010

gnicche gnacche Forecast for today: the night would pass a fast disturbance that would crash the Swiss side of the Alps and clouds should bring at least one half day at our latitudes. Then the sun is expected. But there are many variables: how much faster the disturbance? How much snow will download and especially where? How much did you drink our beloved forecast?
The eternal questions to be asked before going to the mountains.
But it was ... fog, low clouds, or rather we are waiting for the attack path of the Alpe Bolla, so low that you do not see a chip.
We are not happy, but it should not be competitors in a ski mountaineering race, which puta case, follow our own path. Fortunately, the competitors have already left and the mutual interference will be minimized.

The first interference is the formation of a perfect track, had not even rolled out the shine of a billiards table, entering the forest. For a while we follow, but snowshoes are fed by snow, so we set off through the woods to beat the white powder untouched. In this how our new snowshoes (the only novel of the entire gang) has the opportunity to understand the difference between snow and crushed. We leave the forest only to Orimento, where the bar-restaurant becomes our temporary home.
I scan the sky is gray as the smoke of London and does not appear that any chink who wants to jump out.
After Sacrament (not much) with a pair of snowshoes for a new pass me by Gio field tests (for pity's sake I omit the name of the manufacturer), with front and crampons crampons even when not needed, with a raised heel that active even in situations that are not required, but especially with a closed chamber of the boot that makes you laugh chickens, We resumed walking along the broad ridge that leads to the top.
"Cima, which top ?"... could be anywhere, but not on the Red Sea as the snow here and there a lot.
"Cima? Pizzo The Cross?"
"Nooooo ... it Crocione"
"The above Menaggio?"
"Nooooo ... we are in Val d'Intelvi"

Oh what a mess: the point is that the card is listed as the top lace of the Cross, while the locals call it Crocione.
Never mind, the summit is that Lenin and wheelbase gain yards on the feet, while the sky is the miracle. Before a fleeting colored ball emerges from the fog, then briefly appears generous. It 'a moment like this fleeting, that you can not even pull out our cameras, that the line is again shrouded in mist. Then it's time edll'altro side, where for a moment and appears Legnone Grigne, but it is always just a moment.
Finally, came close to the old ski lift, a nice ass does blow up the curtain, which will be raised for the entire stay on top. Even now that the show is rewarded, to be honest, was limited to a minimum. In short, maximum results with minimum effort: how can you not be happy?
buds emerge here and there and becomes a game to identify them: few believe that long sharp ridge is actually the First St., but there it is. Easier recognition of Grigne and disgrace. With binoculars also Ligonchio jump out, shovel and Cengalo, a bit 'in secluded second floor. And even today I enjoy like a hedgehog, but I seem to be in good company pleasure seeking. Only the dark knight Marcio (whose identity will remain hidden until the end of my days, or until someone offers me a big pistachio ice cream) we walk the top amid a thousand pains and a thousand thoughts.

After the long break the descent ... and descent. According to the side of the tracks of the race and heading to the snow, which certainly does not fail, we go down at breakneck speed in the neck and someone will so much snow than it takes to fill a dozen backpacks.
Behind Thurs control and supervision.
abandon the sun the blue sky to fall within the portion of the libidinous mist and continue downhill between races, dips and tricks. After the legendary Bruno
Shack, we lose further share with the last descent thrill: the thrill of snow in his underwear.

too is gone and we were pardoned by the weather conditions would have been a pity to get up here and I can not see anything with certainty how to frame this weekend to remember.

The first leg in foggy forest

The second section along the ridge misty

To forget the fog, there are those who shoot an improvised cannon

But eventually the sun comes

And with the sun ... S. First

The Accident and Legnone

The Generous

... and the gang

pair (not our) is rising from the clouds

What if there is no snowshoes and his holy descent?


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

If I Have Nose Herpes

photos of New Year Val Maira

First day: the climb to the Costa Chiggiato

Our video-cine-reporter ... a bit 'hypotensive

First down

Second day: the valley of Maurin


Sun and untouched environments



Third Day: The Ox Hill Soleglio


The rock of Piutas

Monviso

The insatiable ...

Fourth Day: The Esteletta



fifth day, it snowed on Cappel


between two layers of clouds

We are above all