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With snowshoes on Punta Pizzo Leretta

February 2, 2010

After the heat (?) Embrace of the outputs of last weekend, we try again today, with snowshoes. The goal is the Punta Leretta, inside the park of Mount Mars. Other
14 idle on Tuesday (one is so lazy to forget an appointment for snowshoeing) date back to the valley of Gressoney putting on snowshoes to Coumarial, our starting point. In this month's removal to the most appropriate idle Wednesday, which is in the middle of a working week. Merla Merla
or not, the sky is rocking, the brightness at an altitude of one thousand cars to the outdoor temperature -10 ° C. The operations will be reduced to bone and snowshoeing we start immediately, along the trail, which here coincides with one of the few marked trails for snowshoeing us.

Finally we reach the sun, and here is another music, the physical Goduria entering the capillaries. The Excursion change music, abandoning the narrow road to follow the most appropriate and fun off-piste routes. He has done so cold here, the snow is so much and is still being powdered. The Pulver have nothing to say, but the slow ...
The show begins on the tops of the southern part of the Val d'Aosta: Avic Emilus Becca di Nona and all. More basically a jumble of peaks are all overwhelmed by the prospect identification more difficult.
proceed in good climb up to some old pastures, where a pause is in order. The female population usually falls midweek, and today is no exception, but it is a population from the front line ... in reality this is a monstrous pander to the gifts with which we boys, we're covered: you start with the delicious cookies scotland-like, we create a spike high cholesterol so as to fade the summit of Mont Blanc.

loads properly, butter, cuddling and talking, we continue in the second part of the climb. We are faced with the imposing bulk of Monte Mars (we In fact, invading the park dedicated to him) and the path follows the ridge, with great desire, and tecica breath, leading to the summit. We are satisfied with the summit of Punta Leretta quieter, barely recognizable even when it is reached.

But we are not here to recognize the Leretta when to play in the snow and let us come to blows to the head tilt views. If you add that the temperature is high and not blowing a breath of wind, I have to ask "Can we ask for?"

From the top descend to the hut placed at the Plan dou Duc, where he rest in peace (a touch is a must). Who does not think its to rest on Thu follows the steep slope which leads to a rocky Cimetta mail a few hundred meters above. We, on the lower floors, jelly and look, with the sun toasts your skin.
But there is still one small detail: the Laura Cuneo was well thought of bringing some of his fellow citizens on a visit here ... Cuneo rum, hazelnut and lemon. At the sight of our fellow citizens have disappeared in an instant, ending in the horrible, dark recesses of our stomachs ... and go to cuddling.

Descent from the other side, with more snow and other views. Diving in the snow, assault with cold (in the literal sense of the word) and I give in, diving in the dust, much to the delight of onlookers.
The slopes are not dizzy, but the descent is one of those perfect to experiment with techniques and errors: especially the latter will win in the final standings, but will only tie-break. After
cuts up cuts, we take the summer path which leads us back into the woods to the parking lot. What

missing a day like this? Of course, a nice snack, we eat cold cuts to shots (delicious bacon, of course Arnad), cheese and a Pig tongue in green sauce in a bar in the valley, found in an entirely fortuitous. I would say that on Sat, with these goodies, he is outdoing himself and makes plenty of post-forget some snowshoeing in previous years, demonstrating a broad and growing sense of customer satisfaction

My snowshoe does not end here: I have already prepared their arms and baggage to move some day in the snow of the Dolomites ... the hunt for new jobs will be undeterred, even though I know very well that the mountain will always be to win at the end: there are too many places to see for one lifetime. The first

views out in the sun

Climb

Emilius and Becca di Nona

The broad ridge that leads to the top

people doing the extraordinary in a day's holiday

Moments Photo

Moments group (the left one had an obvious problem axillary)

moments of intimacy with nature

moments of descent

Promo Digital Playground

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?

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