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Trail tanks and the top of Sasso Malascarpa

November 28, 2009

Infiliamoci between two disturbances (one yesterday and one that should change tomorrow), infiliamoci in a gorge, and climb into a mega infiliamoci, why not, even in infiliamoci a long, long series of jokes. Mix 14 "old" zaioinspallisti, we add a pinch of new, low heat of the sun to cook the top, stir in two old fox hunters of old irons and serve ... et voila served here the path of the tanks and the Stone of Malascarpa (not Mascarpone).
which begins this tale I have already become obvious on the first morning, when the stories of sleepless people were immediately mixed with those of dinners and delicacies. We all know that the evolution of heterogeneous groups follows a precise path: we start talking about the common strainers (in this case, the mountain), it goes to food and almost always comes to sex. If we have enough time available as in the trek of several days, popping up small problems of our microcosm dominated by the precise question "Were you able to go to the toilet?". We
today we stopped in the second phase (food).

After "Breakfast at Tiffany's", screened in eponymous bar-pastry Valmadrera, complete group we enter the path offers a slip to ride along the banks of the river, but especially the first visit to the waterfall.
Crossing areas furnished by sub-tropical jungle, back near the narrow road, which in our disdain from being snobby-hikers and the snobbish (no puns, please ... you smell! ) rinfiliamo us again deep in the valley of Hell. We pass a series of tanks filled with well water (especially considering the season) and go up the ravine using his hands more often. Fortunately, the path (we can really call it that?) Offers several notches carved into the rock, which help in the progression damn. And after the notches are some chains and other chains after tanks and so on ... however, these tanks are far more lovely than those on Saturday in Piazza Duomo (Cathedral Square this is everywhere).
overcome with a little girl and friend zainoinspallista cabbage has just 11 years (the child, not the friend) and fully armed she is doing the path of tanks: honor and also the parent of the child, who has just open a shop selling of patience, the material of which must be particularly fitted.
The forest becomes more sparse and after further passing-of-mass, we come to anticipate that Pratoni St. Thomas, which we avoid for now.

The trail is now wide and sloping from schoolgirl, but I know that this bonanza will not last long. A rude awakening it will first encounter with the pole of the park, but the real hit will come with the placing on the "difficult path" that has as its goal the Malascarpa Sasso. It does not take much to bring down the silence that will last a long time, at least until the meeting with the blades of rocky pinnacles of St. Thomas: "Ooooooh" and then you take a piston. The path is steep and strewn with stones. Some people are going down and unfortunately their pace a bit 'too steep drops and misguided causes various stones, which fortunately do not cause harm to those who are below, as we do.
The signs of the trail goes bounding and sometimes I have to go and check the route going on ahead and follow the trail by the few who is quick to see them more than myself. The group inevitably becomes longer, but finally we reach the sun and the sun means the top and top it means pause.

tersissima The day is also due to wind is not very nice when you stop. We are looking for shelter and give breath to the jaw, also thanks to sweets home-made-made and Esselunga brought up here. After some two photos look shady, loschissimi appears that they are approaching: 200Kg friendship outweighed by 3.60 meters. I try not to cross their eyes, but it is useless to me they are hunted, have their breath on my neck and then I shake his hand vigorously. Draw my widest smile of circumstance and the greeting: "Hello guys, how to throw?". Not even I anticipated their thoughts, so here I am involved in a lesson on the field using GPS 60CSx just bought ... and to think that after the night lasted only three hours, I was hoping for a good sleep here in the sun ... Some people let this opportunity if not escape: Lucky you!

Time goes quickly and before we dive into the long descent, we climb in search of landscapes and hunting will be a very fruitful: we bring home the Rose, the Grigne, the Sun, the handsome profile of S. First, the unmistakable Grigne but above all the piiiiccolo Dhoop the Matterhorn, hence well placed to the right of the Monte Rosa massif. A
eyes, back to backpacks, we salute the two Janissaries and take the path of the ridge. Beautiful trail, a little 'less interesting is the walkway furrowed fields, I remembered to be more visible, but who knows where I picked up this memory ...
From the ridge enters the beech forest and we paused beneath a monumental beech: a real beast of nature, which in summer will bring several tons of leaves on her hair. Souvenir photo and resume to decline. The ground is slippery, but less than I expected, I leave it to leave the band to move at his pace. The pact is always one is always the same: if the junction is expected. Sometimes the agreements are not respected and when I get to St. Thomas with what I thought was the rear guard, I realize that there is at the forefront ... "What has gone to the dogs? Or went nonsense?" doubts overlap in the brain and solve them with a phone call. Few minutes from St. Thomas and when we reach no one will actually tell us how it went. We suggest meeting with the Leocorno, others called sudden crisis of vocation with mystical apparitions of madonnas and San retaliation (which is obviously synonymous with the last ...), but are appealing to the third amendment of the internal law of animal protection. Oh well, caliamo a veil, hairy, painful and going down the easy trail and from here we return to Valmadrera, with 15 minutes of asphalt has once again to cars.

Toast, pizza, beer and coche and early wishes for the holidays: we too are decorated as the mega-center dell'Auchan close to Christmas.

Good Sunday to you all: tomorrow I'm in Milan ... forecasts are very bad and I canceled the climb to Manavella. At the end of this story I'm wondering, "What cabbage do in Milan on Sunday?? "

PS. Greetings to the heart of two shady characters met on the summit, which is always a pleasure to make fun ;-)

is one of the tanks

Some women Ragno (for man looks at the last photo)

The spire of St. Thomas

Sasso Malascarpa

Under the centennial beech

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"But animals have you seen?" is the classic question
"These, in your opinion, what are they??" is my answer today ...

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Lake of the Servant in the center of the park of Mount Avic

24 November 2009 13 November 2004 - November 24, 2009
's been almost five years since the first time at the lake of the Servant. The park is a bit of Monte Avic 'my ball and going back more willingly, even if they are very happy with a group.
In these years I did a little 'street (as Forrest Gump would say "I am a bit' tired ..."), but also the park has come: the visitor center is new, next is a beautiful structure accommodation of wood dressed, the cover has been extended and is scheduled to open a second center for visitors Champorcher on the opposite side of where we are today us.
Here we are, with 8 bold tireless workers, who on Tuesday did not find anything better to do than putting on boots and a backpack to go to the lake of the Servant. The Avic

, meaning the top is always there, has not moved an inch (or so it seems) and, as always, gives me a great desire to climb it: I say it now for several summers, but for one reason or the other in the end I always gave up.
hyper-sunny day: we left the plains to dense fog and there is almost no heat, we are certainly well above the average temperature of the period.
We took our way along the trail that has easy target for the old mining stock. Along the way there is only the Desert of the Tartars and the pyramid dell'Avic gives us his best side: how to dispense with this picture? But this will not only be difficult to give up the photo: on Tuesday it is very photogenic, thanks to the dusting of snow on the peaks, the green of the pines or hooked to the redness of the peaks ferruginea and, last but not least, what about the blue the sky? I apologize for these flights of fancy, which normally do not belong to my repertoire, but the proximity to the great poet can only give these fruits.

But back to issues that are closest to me ... I put the USB stick, the one with the word "Nature" in the slot in the back-and carer part of the history of the mountain pine, the seeds of the park (this little corner of paradise, to whom I owe so much), the fake boxwood (fortunately not in the sense of ministers leaguers), and blueberries are just as fake. Death follows life and miracles of the rowan berries, birds and mountains. The alder (with the apostrophe right where I put it, not like the sort recently ondon chronicles the sad dell'Italietta) white and green female cones shows us ... in short, try to earn my day, because of difficulty walking today we will see. On the other hand the images in the eyes and feelings on the skin will be, and how.

Short salitina and arrive at the home of the artist, as I christened I because of various stone carvings that adorn the house and garden. There svacchiamo the sun, which is a panacea against all the wear and tear of modern life, stress, office to the one customer ... but cynarone. Only those who unrivet 8 lizards from their piece of the sun turns out to be a stronger than expected.

Now we begin to walk on true path, passing the ancient pipes, rocks Sacrifice (whatever that should mean, not even my spelling is fine) and the inevitable mountain pines. On the ground we have a real carpet of larch needles, which are still in winter plumage, which is bare, which makes walking less slippery and much softer. In recent 100 meters ascent silence falls: magical moment, we and the woods and then us and the lake and then we and lunch, always alone, always in silence.
Start the diaspora: in search all the best photo, with the most picturesque corners, with more special effects. Well, here's a special only the lake, almost completely frozen. We do a half turn, shots like madmen, we immortalized in the most ridiculous poses. But the sun is disappearing behind the ridge and about 12 degrees, it suddenly falls to 2. Call to order the troops and begin the descent.
The sun has disappeared even from the artist's house, so we go down a further stretch, until you find a grassy meadow. Other pause, another full of warmth, but yes and no will last a few minutes. Our mad rush to the sun is here declared definitively lost.

Turning next to a stream, I notice a beautiful waterfall, swollen with water. This season, the flow should be much smaller, but this crazy autumn gives us all this and more. We approach between slippery rocks (and so the first sculattata), fords even more slippery (and also via the foot soak) until you get in front of the mighty stream. Collection even this small satisfaction, we put ourselves on track (in the true sense of the word) wanted her to return to where the bar is closed, the center of the park is closed and there is not even around a dog. ERROR! The dogs there are three hungry for cuddles, and are served properly.
go down looking for a bar and finally find the classic local tavern, where there are neither snacks sandwiches. It 's the same owner of the bar that we should go a few minutes further upstream, where it seems the succulent snacks are served. But now we sit and we are satisfied to some old puppy of memory, a variety of drinks and solidarity of the lady, we need some biscuits mo 'apology. I must say: It was a kind gesture, too bad the biscuits were hard (at least for me and my tortured gums). Hello

Avic, missing only you (as the top) to the principal tours of the area and who knows what next summer is not even your turn.

Close sull'Avic

The Avic between rowan

The arrival of the Servant of the lake

We turn the frame around the lake looking better

We, as the lake is now frozen

But what I'll never be thinking?
"I caught a fish so big"
"I'm an aerosol armpits"
"And now, what I want more, in addition to Lucan?"

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Make a wish, she will hear

Occasionally, wandering through woods and meadows to meet her, a creature still not pretty, but very funny and magical. She puoi tell your dreams, keep them jealously in a bud. When spring arrives the little bud will bloom and your wish will come soon.




you ... hmmm, has a name even as she and the baby does not have the eternal dream of the ears, I forgot to ask. I know, I know how do you forget your ears? But sorry, what are they for? So she is a magical creature reads the heart and can not hear the words.

cernit is made, I have not a suitable oven, so I cooked the little creature bubble (poor). The result is not much excites me, because this method of cooking has made for the arm fragile.

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My first prize

An artist is very good, Gemma, I was awarded a prize. His blog: Gems Gemma .
The four rules to follow: 1
- who passed me the quote award and his blog
2 - go to 14 the premium online friend
3 - to answer a questionnaire of 10 questions

In what animal you reincarnation? white Siberian tiger.
Who or what could you do without? of my family, my boyfriend's, books and pens
What do you like most in a person? The frankness
What color dress do you prefer? Black or white
Definisciti in three words: I'm sorry but I can not, there are too few to define a character
A journey that would like to do: I would like to travel around the world, but I'm pleased with the cultural destinations .
Favorite Quote: Blessed monocular coecorum on earth.
What would you like to do? Become an archaeologist .
If you do not devote myself to what else do you like to do? Nothing else is this my way .
What is your extravagance? think too much and talk too!

And here are the people who pass the prize:

Diamantya Creations

What I know and do not

With hands and heart

The Gardens of half

creations Fatafiona

Robybijoux creating the clouds

Lilium-CharisHarker's creation