How
a curse. It was now 5 or 6 weeks that the
crazy autumn of this year, we reserved the right end of each rain
week. As if to keep us from going to the mountains.
More ... Lei ... The Montea .... The only ... the irresistible ... the wildest
entire Pollino National Park.
For three weeks we threw his silent challenge. Twice
we tried, twice we had had to surrender. And every time she
the next day, from afar, seemed mocking
with his reflexes and its clouds, as if to give notice not to try again.
Yet every time I looked, I felt that irresistible.
That sense of helplessness, that bitter taste of the waiver would not let me.
Equally the desire to go to the mountains was too strong ... was palpable ...
he felt the need, as well as I needed di riprovare per l'ennesima
That sense of helplessness, that bitter taste of the waiver would not let me.
Equally the desire to go to the mountains was too strong ... was palpable ...
he felt the need, as well as I needed di riprovare per l'ennesima
volta, a risalire le sue irte pendici.
La settimana ci aveva riservato pioggia e temperature basse. Sulle cime del
Pollino era comparsa la prima neve.
Per il fine settimana si prospettava un'uscita invernale nella neve.
Invece l'alzarsi delle temperature e la pioggia costante, avevano sciolto l'esile
manto bianco, e di conseguenza fatto sfumare anche l'uscita.
Era come un segno del destino... un appuntamento da non mancare...
Era come un segno del destino... un appuntamento da non mancare...
l'ennesimo "maligno" messaggio.
Sabato sera mi chiama il mio amico max, mi dice se vogliamo tentare
di traced back to the Montea, as it seems, on the northwest side
should not rain. Of course for me is fine, since
that was already "fully written."
Sabato sera mi chiama il mio amico max, mi dice se vogliamo tentare
di traced back to the Montea, as it seems, on the northwest side
should not rain. Of course for me is fine, since
that was already "fully written."
After a couple of hours of sleep (because it earns a return in the night time
legal), the alarm sounds. Soon, very soon indeed, to 03.30.
Departure at 04.00 to find ourselves in S. Agata d'Esaro to 05,00.
The weather is not great, but in the drizzling sky above Montea shine some sporadic
star. Appointment we are three: I, Max and Louis.
We're going to leave my Suzuki close to the point of arrival at the Fountain of
Cornia, "and then we start with the Panda Max towards the town
(Renazzo), where Joseph is waiting for us on the fourth part of the output of today.
Program: full Montea crossed from west to east, starting from
Renazzo, rising to Passo del Faghitello, Passo Melara and Cresta
Northwest, and down along the classical way to Fontana di Cornia.
At 6.15 we go. It never rains but fortunately the weather is unstable. The mountain,
on top, is surrounded by a dense fog.
The first emotions we reserve the colors of the forest, that in this period At 6.15 we go. It never rains but fortunately the weather is unstable. The mountain,
on top, is surrounded by a dense fog.
autumn is fantastic. A cacophony of tones ranging from green to brown,
reddish yellow. A show that makes us forget the heel elevator
of this morning.
reddish yellow. A show that makes us forget the heel elevator
of this morning.
trace the Esaro, more water-rich to the continuous rains. Today the falls are most impressive with
jump immersed in a light - dark
where the colors of the rocks contrast with the clarity of water.
As we go along the path (now almost a memory after the
past attempts) the fog becomes more dense and later meet cables
old cable car that carried the logs downstream during logging
wild '30s, signs of an all too recent past. At the Faghitello
Pass, we make a short stop to admire
the colorful stretches of forest that emerge from the fog.
also the time to take some pictures and then continue on the path from a little later, brings us to the pitch Melara.
The cold wind coming from the north and poignant, tells us that now it's winter in mountains
. In step, we find the remains of the old pulley and cable car
that seem to watch over these wild places.
After getting refreshed, we begin to trace the bristling ridge north - west that will take us on
summit. At the exit of the forest landscape is a bit spooky.
a scenario seems surreal. The dense fog ... loricati dead branches of pine trees that seem suspended in midair
claws ... the unnatural silence broken only by the hiss of a
a menacing wind ... four figures like automatons, climb the steep ridge
now without path that you lose nothing.
only occasionally glimpsed the shadow of some rocky outcrop that forms in the mist
takes indefinite and disturbing, like a giant set to guard the territory
ready to punish those who came to disturb his rest.
It continues to rise. The breaths that become frantic ... i muscles protesting ...
all senses alert and many in the head because if ... many ... thousand questions.
Who am I ?...... What am I doing here ?........ because they are not lounging in bed? ...
are normal ?...... what pushes me ?...... The answers are many and without words.
Why do I feel good ..... I'm happy because .... because I feel free. Free
to observe to understand ....... ...... ..... learn to love ...... make mistakes.
Why do I feel small compared to such greatness ..... because I see the mountain
....... with different eyes because I see its true face .....
taste because of its beauty because ..... I suffer because of the many wounds that we inflicted
breath ...... because its essence .... because I feel his heart ....
because I savor the scents .... because I eat because of its light .....
me joy because of his color ..... i am a cretura.
Sull'anticima we seem to be hanging in the air. Before us there is only mist,
behind the last signs of vegetation disappear as we proceed.
now we have lost hope to find on top in the blue sky.
would have been nice to be above the clouds.
Dall'anticima continue towards the summit, one of the most beautiful peaks that I
've ever seen. Slender ...... Sottile.
A line of towering pinnacles of rock that is lost nell'indefinibile. And below, deep ravines
....... steep canyons high walls ....... ....... craggy rocks. The
paradise for mountaineering. I remain entranced by its beauty,
my mind wanders while my eyes are not able to come away from this
show. Already I see myself with crampons and ice axes to climb these gullies.
snow and ice.
Always following the ridge line along a series of ups and downs and austere
dangerous slope, suddenly we are faced with the imposing shadow of
top, the fog that surrounded nela, dominates from above.
We made it !!!!! WE ARE ON TOP OF THE MOST 'TOP OF Montée !!!!! 
After a few clicks photography we are reaching the second peak, where there is a trigonometric point
....... with different eyes because I see its true face .....
taste because of its beauty because ..... I suffer because of the many wounds that we inflicted
breath ...... because its essence .... because I feel his heart ....
because I savor the scents .... because I eat because of its light .....
me joy because of his color ..... i am a cretura.
Sull'anticima we seem to be hanging in the air. Before us there is only mist,
behind the last signs of vegetation disappear as we proceed.
now we have lost hope to find on top in the blue sky.
would have been nice to be above the clouds.
Dall'anticima continue towards the summit, one of the most beautiful peaks that I
've ever seen. Slender ...... Sottile.
A line of towering pinnacles of rock that is lost nell'indefinibile. And below, deep ravines
....... steep canyons high walls ....... ....... craggy rocks. The
paradise for mountaineering. I remain entranced by its beauty,
my mind wanders while my eyes are not able to come away from this
show. Already I see myself with crampons and ice axes to climb these gullies.
snow and ice.
Always following the ridge line along a series of ups and downs and austere
dangerous slope, suddenly we are faced with the imposing shadow of
top, the fog that surrounded nela, dominates from above.
We made it !!!!! WE ARE ON TOP OF THE MOST 'TOP OF Montée !!!!!
The icy wind that investing does not stop us rejoice and congratulate each other for carrying
company.
The hands that weave and pats on the back of better words
express the intense feelings that you feel what you feel ..... at this time.
These are the moments when the tiredness disappears ..... the trouble is forgotten ...;
These are the times when you will be rewarded for perseverance ..... ... the efforts of the sacrifices are
the moments when you get into harmony with the mountain
are the moments when you realize that if they can not do without;
am the moments when you feel part of it.
company.
The hands that weave and pats on the back of better words
express the intense feelings that you feel what you feel ..... at this time.
These are the moments when the tiredness disappears ..... the trouble is forgotten ...;
These are the times when you will be rewarded for perseverance ..... ... the efforts of the sacrifices are
the moments when you get into harmony with the mountain
are the moments when you realize that if they can not do without;
am the moments when you feel part of it.
After a few clicks photography we are reaching the second peak, where there is a trigonometric point
military. A long ridge line separating the two peaks.
The charm of this mountain is too. Indeed, it is mainly this: a ridge
infinite, full of ups and downs that takes you from start to finish.
After the second peak begins to descend the other side.
The descent towards the other side is intensely evocative .... fascinating. A series of ridges
one is the best. A journey that seems endless
. A sublime
ridge edge with right and left empty and fearful
breathtaking views on the slopes below.
bad that today the fog prevented us to admire the spectacular views of
who enjoy the magnificent views from up here .... which start on the horizon: the
view of the two seas, the Tyrrhenian and Ionian seas, the distant view of the Aeolian Islands, The
Esaro Valle, La Valle Del Corvino, La Valle Del Rosa LaMula;
The Cannitello; The Pietricelle; The Cozzo del Pellegrino; The Massif Pollino up
Mount Sellaro.
We continue to fall. At times the fog clears and glimpses of landscapes
are offered to our eyes.
Wedges di cielo azzurro che subito vengono ricoperti.
Arriviamo alla Fontana di Cornia. L'ultima emozione ci è data da un bel cavallo
che dopo averci osservato, continua a pascolare liberamente e ci offre
l'opportunità di un ultimo click.
L'escursione è finita. L'impresa è compiuta.
Un piacevole senso di appagamento contrasta con la giusta stanchezza.
I nostri visi, un pò segnati dalla fatica, non riescono a trattenere la
soddisfazione per l'avventura di oggi.
Sul sentiero che ci porta alla macchina, ormai rilassato, a volte mi isolo un po,
immerso nei miei pensieri. Penso alla giornata di oggi.... alla sveglia presto.
Sorrido quando mi tornano in mente le battute dei miei compagni di viaggio.
E' stato nice today to make this experience with them. I think
fatigue ... to be constant .... to want to go ahead despite the
fatigue.
I think the beauty of these places .... I think the hint of recklessness that has pushed the fog
......
I try to enjoy everything that I have assimilated into this .......
Now I feel good ... I do not feel that sense of incompleteness that in recent times .....
felt as if I was missing something .....
I felt strange sensations ...... a sort of melancholy.
often I turn to look at the mountains bathed in fog .... its colors.
I try to find the location that abbiamo fatto e mi sento sereno...mi sento
felice... perchè ho capito che tutto ciò che sentivo in questi gioni non era altro che
IL RICHIAMO SELVAGGIO DELLA MONTEA!!!!!!
The charm of this mountain is too. Indeed, it is mainly this: a ridge
infinite, full of ups and downs that takes you from start to finish.
After the second peak begins to descend the other side.
The descent towards the other side is intensely evocative .... fascinating. A series of ridges
one is the best. A journey that seems endless
. A sublime
ridge edge with right and left empty and fearful
breathtaking views on the slopes below.
bad that today the fog prevented us to admire the spectacular views of
who enjoy the magnificent views from up here .... which start on the horizon: the
view of the two seas, the Tyrrhenian and Ionian seas, the distant view of the Aeolian Islands, The
Esaro Valle, La Valle Del Corvino, La Valle Del Rosa LaMula;
The Cannitello; The Pietricelle; The Cozzo del Pellegrino; The Massif Pollino up
Mount Sellaro.
We continue to fall. At times the fog clears and glimpses of landscapes
are offered to our eyes.
Wedges di cielo azzurro che subito vengono ricoperti.
Dabbàsso i boschi variopinti ci danno la misura dell'altezza e, a Ovest, un tratto di
Mar Tirreno infuocato dal sole, brilla nel nero delle nuvole.
Scendiamo ancora, su sentieri a volte aperti ed a volte imboscati. In uno di
questi ultimi, su un pino, abbiamo la fortuna di intravedere e di ammirare
uno scoiattolo nero il quale, sobbalzando da un ramo all'altro ed a volte
mimetizzandosi, cerca di sottrarsi ai nostri sguardi ed agli obiettivi delle nostre
fotocamere. Alla fine si sistema su un alto ramo ed incurante della nostra
Scendiamo ancora, su sentieri a volte aperti ed a volte imboscati. In uno di
questi ultimi, su un pino, abbiamo la fortuna di intravedere e di ammirare
uno scoiattolo nero il quale, sobbalzando da un ramo all'altro ed a volte
mimetizzandosi, cerca di sottrarsi ai nostri sguardi ed agli obiettivi delle nostre
fotocamere. Alla fine si sistema su un alto ramo ed incurante della nostra
presenza, inizia ad ignorarci.
Arriviamo alla Fontana di Cornia. L'ultima emozione ci è data da un bel cavallo
che dopo averci osservato, continua a pascolare liberamente e ci offre
l'opportunità di un ultimo click.
L'escursione è finita. L'impresa è compiuta.
Un piacevole senso di appagamento contrasta con la giusta stanchezza.
I nostri visi, un pò segnati dalla fatica, non riescono a trattenere la
soddisfazione per l'avventura di oggi.
Sul sentiero che ci porta alla macchina, ormai rilassato, a volte mi isolo un po,
immerso nei miei pensieri. Penso alla giornata di oggi.... alla sveglia presto.
Sorrido quando mi tornano in mente le battute dei miei compagni di viaggio.
E' stato nice today to make this experience with them. I think
fatigue ... to be constant .... to want to go ahead despite the
fatigue.
I think the beauty of these places .... I think the hint of recklessness that has pushed the fog
......
I try to enjoy everything that I have assimilated into this .......
Now I feel good ... I do not feel that sense of incompleteness that in recent times .....
felt as if I was missing something .....
I felt strange sensations ...... a sort of melancholy.
often I turn to look at the mountains bathed in fog .... its colors.
I try to find the location that abbiamo fatto e mi sento sereno...mi sento
felice... perchè ho capito che tutto ciò che sentivo in questi gioni non era altro che
IL RICHIAMO SELVAGGIO DELLA MONTEA!!!!!!
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