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Lakes Deleguaccio: a true discovery in a little joke

June 12, 2010

A pause between a trek to another and we just just put my two day trip, which has long wanted to reproduce. For today is on track to climb to the lakes of Deleguaccio, the legendary Val Varrone. Just enter this valley and we immediately made aware of how the music changes: the green is really green, the country of departure (Premana) has a house set against another in an orderly chaos and valleys unfold almost comb Varrone both sides of the valley.
reunite the band, we start to climb quickly leaving behind the micro-industries of knives and scissors.
goes without saying that now is "interrogated" about the latest long rides, including Sardinia and Tenerife. The stories help to keep up, while you slip into the woods.
gray sky and then blue, then gray. It is not a song, but that's what we see today. These cool colors are mediated by the green of the forest in full spring plumage.
past some houses, where the grandparents (and others) are watching us and we apostrophe "Go and get rain, eh?" Or "Eye to the storm." With one hand gently caress me there and smile with ill-concealed disappointment. "The weather" think "is not so catastrophic, but they live here and they know much more." All that remains is to continue the climb going to the showdown of this crazy weather situation, where the plain is a week heat wave that is cloudy and the mountains galore, but it never rained ... so far ... and part of another fast switching between cabasisi. We

a good pace, even a good pace, in complete media CAI, which coupled moisture close to saturation, it makes you sweat like animals. I put myself in the middle of the group to better control the bandwidth at both front and backside and immediately adopt an attitude of "steering" the first attempts to chants: some initiatives is best nipped in the bud. It will be hot, it will be the climb, my tone is harsh and angry, but no FIATA not even to breathe and climb into a fabulous silent.
After the break the bivouac, where to sleep only in cases of extreme, but his extreme necessity, head towards the Alpe Deleguaccio, but we have to get before the first crossing of the remains of a snowfield, survived thanks to the wedge of rock where is inserted. I go up first I test the water by following the tracks left here on Wednesday, do 'a treacherous ripulitina the edge and then go do the rest. Others are crushed
snowfields above, but for now it is better to think of the Alpe break.

Here we meet a couple: he is documenting a book being written on the priests of the Alps (a topic that will surely space in my library), she follows him as a sign of great love. From now on we will travel together.
We leave for the last hour that separates us from the lake bottom, which goes back as more and more among rhododendrons bloom, including whistles of marmots, including low clouds that pass and go, but finally passed and are still used and snowfields.
Fatigue is a little bit and 'grain arrived at the lake bottom, invisible way due to foggy hood that surrounds us. We

lunch break until the fog clears and you can check the conditions for the ascent to the upper lake.
Sometimes we have the gift of a few hours in the sky, but never for a moment: you run the machine camera, is part of e. .. and everything is back in the fog.
While the band, well-tattered, school spirits courtesy of Brescia & Co., I go on patrol coming around the area vertically, but the snow is too much and especially too hard to walk on without crampons, so it's crazy continue ... so find out who had already decided to stop.
the corner of the eye is a well-known nevaietto right next to where we are. It 's too tempting and so I invented the usual "lessons" of the snowfield dell'attraversamento management technique, with lots of glide controlled introduction and afterword + theory. In fact I only had a great want to go into the snow, which will brutally, finding a cold sensation at every level of skin, with effect Underwear of Carinthia.

Then it was down, quiet, pitch lemme chatting and joking. From Alpe take the alternative path, which follows a long coastline and two collars, which allow us to close the loop in front of the bar of ice cream cakes Premana (not without forgetting the biciata today). The
which manages to sell and have patience with us that square beverages, ice cream and a rich filling of appetizers, which are free ride as if you do not eat for a week. And while all this happens, there are some who is organizing the dinner for tonight: we are the only ones who eat while we talk of eating. A
Premana also check and confirm that the sun in cities today have touched 33 degrees. What can I say: do not envy their citizens.
Here today we have not taken one drop of rain and we have not seen a shred of view. It seems only a day in negative ... seems.

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