July 18, 2010
valdostana After the week, you move on the ground in Switzerland, particularly in the Simplon Pass, known for snowshoeing. But this is no walk in the summer, and how if there is, and today we go for a summit, the Galehorn, panoramic (weather permitting, of course).
The climate has changed decisively tonight for the better: there is a few degrees less, but above all there is much less humidity.
began fleeing the city and entering the ground in Switzerland, we realize now that the sun dominates the scene accompanied by a nice wind, which is giving us color and brilliance galore.
Outside the car is touching the 12 °: wow, for me it's a lust, but not everyone thinks the same way and someone is covered with various layers and those who forget the batteries in the car ... to forgive: it is not a novice (in fact), but it is as if it were.
groups, which are formed randomly, not always well matched and today we have all the foul pair of integers, already slapped a few rounds ago. Today (as yesterday) are strung on going and after a few minutes walk from the beginning of putting in all my authority and brontolaggine, enjoining silence. It works and we get the peace of a valley full of rhododendrons and water, but as always happens to me after an outburst, I rode the stomach and duodenum.
The climb is steep and after a stop near the waterfall, the first pumped into the lake. "Orpo, where is the beautiful emerald green color that I remembered and praised? Aniseed This lake looks like a milkshake." Poor, poor Bicio Skittles (which I remember being its single neuron): the emerald lake is not this, but after that, we arrive after a few minutes. Now that's violent lust and I get a cramp in his index finger of his right hand to photograph and the average strength of your other hand to strokes of encouragement to those responsible.
The surprises do not end there: just after a pond-style Perito Moreno offers us the best with the snow still baptizes. And then comes the moment of partridge, no longer white but in keeping summer, followed by his escape pulcinoni. It 'a show and we do not move to prevent leakages most disastrous and tiring.
We are below the top of Galehorn and here the trail leaves room for creativity: The track disappears and we invent the ostioso through a stretch in the large and rising costs in the valley, which made me spit blood sweat and Snowshoeing some winters. There are those who, by inventing a way of its own, will find the path Deborah, who seems to be the best. We come under the horrible tower filled with antennas placed on top, but there's just this horrible here. For the rest I leave to mention the photos.
It 's time for choice: to return to the same path or we spupazziamo around the long ring that surrounds and Galehorn Magehorn? We choose the encore, that the second alternative: the day is beautiful troooooppo to return to base. After the descent always off-piste, we resume the quiet, peaceful path that passes costs on the other side, I checked for the presence of snow. It 'clear and proceeds to large blooms in the midst of marriage (what a horrible comparison that I came out ...). But in addition to the blooms is the wonder of my mountain assonance, the Bietschhorn (pronounced Bicihorn) with the peaks and valleys. Without fatigue, track stand, enjoy the us, but when I watch the clock I think now those who have to take a train to Rome tonight and put the wings on his feet. I know that the path down a slope of going more human (thank the knees), but it is even longer, requiring as long as necessary. It was
down: with the "poor" Fletschon, who lack a few meters to join the group of 4000, with the largest Leone King of Lepontine and the "poor" who subscribed to lack at least a second neuron to make friends (and synapses) with pins.
Despite the soft slope, the descent is down and the ball ends grumbling as usual. Graze the valley is well known that salt Spitzhorli until we reach the road. With some cutting asphalt can not try to crush and finally arrive at the car.
Mr.Exif I look in your eyes that shine because he knows what awaits us now: the tavern, beer, salad with walnuts, apples and cheese and platters of bacon.
End so this beautiful sunny day, but also fresh, bordering on cold. Ends this Sunday on the paths of Simplon always make me come like a hedgehog.
The valley leading to Galehorn
the lake's colorful!
Effect Perito Moreno
Better go back to the colors ...
Bird pernicious
The Aletsch glacier with the 4000 Valais
And go to view (click to see it in more intelligible form)
Cooked to perfection? No. .. not yet
The Horn of Bicio
Leone for a life
Not bad as a place to camp ... just below the Fletschorn
