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*** SULLE ALI DI UN SOGNO ***

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*** LA MONTAGNA...DUE UOMINI...e... l'impossibile ***

The silence was broken only by the crackling of leaves and
snaps branches that broke under our feet.
The undergrowth was a sea of \u200b\u200bcolorful fallen leaves, while
the bare trees were preparing to face another winter.
The morning was clear, warm and bright.
The heat of the sun, which was foreshadowed
........... a very hot day and very long.

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On the path to Fontana di Cornia leads to Table of robbers
some wild horses seemed
will prevent the passage, as if to counter the output path today.
A fascinating itinerary, courageous, perhaps a bit risky: Fontana di Cornia
- Table of Brigands - Rise to the Passo del Diver -
Ascent of North Ridge - East Montea.

From the beginning we had to realize that today was a tough hike
. After just a few steps I and Max were already

tired and hot, maybe too much for these periods, there was already sweating.
We knew it would not be easy,
but we knew that we would not give up easily, at least not without a fight.
At the Table of Brigands, after observing with evident disgust
the destruction of the steel tie rods, let's look at the map.
Upstream there should be a path cutting the lead to side
dobrebbe Pass Palombaro.
After a series of ups and downs and finally we
crossing a runway. We begin to follow it as time grows short, and
our minds work trying to calculate the time to assess the
all because we do not want to surprise us from the darkness
while we are still in the mountains.
But predictions are not rosy.
Al Passo del Palombaro a little break
to quench our thirst and throw a bit of calories in our bodies. Among other things, we find that water and liquids that we brought
, maybe they will not be strong enough to keep
heat and fatigue, and then there is the risk of suffering from thirst unless
dosiamo well drinks.
From here you can see the long ridge that rises to the top of Montea.
After a while we move and begin to climb. A quick
crossing the ridge in the woods and attack ..
An invisible trail winds up among the vegetation. The
walk with steps that are becoming heavier. The route continues
sometimes ambushes and sometimes in the open.

Then you can admire the stunning panoramic views that are offered alla vista: La Valle del Rosa, il Montalto, Serra Scodellaro e i contrafforti della

Mula da un lato; Il versante del Tirreno dall'altro.

Poi la cima di Monte la Caccia, di Monte Pietricelle e in lontananza

i selvaggi torrioni della Montea con i suoi ripidi saliscendi e i suoi

profondi dirupi.

Lungo il cammino alterniamo momenti di dialogo a lunghi periodi

di silenzio. La stanchezza e la fatica sono tali che anche il solo parlare

produce uno sforzo.

La montagna ha tanti volti...La montagna ha tante sfumature....

La montagna ha tante dimensioni.

Qui in questi luoghi selvaggi, isolati, a contatto con la sola impervia

natura, le amicizie si rinsaldano e gli affetti si consolidano.

In compagnia di un amico... un compagno verso cui si ha stima, affetto,

fiducia, si creano momenti in cui ci si confidano i propri stati d'animo.

Ci si raccontano cose particolari, ci si sfoga per i problemi, ci si chiedono

consigli e pareri sapendo che dall'altra parte possono venire solo

commenti sinceri.

Nello stesso tempo nei lunghi momenti di solitudine, con la mente

si varcano mille frontiere Si cerca la soluzione di tante situazioni.

Si cercano le risposte a molti interrogativi.

Si pensa agli errori...a dove si è wrong ... how to be forgiven ...

how to repair the wrongs done to those suffered ....

is thought to good times and the sad moments.

is thought to your loved ones .. the people with whom you want to share

these magical experiences.

more you go up the trail becomes steeper and more difficult.

meet a critical point where a bit thin ridge

opens up two dangerous passes and then it becomes necessary to ensure

and use the rope to overcome them.

line of the summit seems far away. More and more we go

seem to go away.

fatigue is now such that every 5 or 6 steps we have to stop to catch your breath

.

The last piece is also very steep as well as being covered by vegetation

. The branches of the trees that are intertwined with each other

make it even harder to advance.

After a seemingly endless

arrive on the last ridge. The ridge leading to the summit is very impressive.

Below us the sheer cliffs and deep ravines are

alternate steep rocky slope and austere towers.

There seems to desecrate a wild place. A temple

hostile and threatening.

I reach the top, quickly followed by Max

The embrace of the wind around me is fantastic.

I suddenly realize that we did.

The company has accomplished.

E 'was hard but we arrived at the summit.

tired but happy.
Finally I can relax. The tension subsides

a bit and then I have time to observe, to look around a bit
calm.

What I see seems surreal, magical.

seems to be immersed in a world of magic.

La, where we should be the sea, there is a majestic stretch of white clouds
a hushed, soft, you lose sight of an eye, and contrasts with the blue

sky at the point where two lines form invisible

the distant horizon.

The sun's rays, which are colored with a fiery red

as it approaches the sun, they create plays of light and shadow and color

inform the masses of clouds, moving slightly under the pressure of

a warm wind, giving the visual effect of a sea

white, fantastic, always in motion for the action of a current

imaginary.

There is no difference between the sea and the coast. There is only an immense white

from which emerge at times the dark forms of some conical hill or some

cape .. The

clouds move toward the mainland, creating the sublime effects

graziano optical sight and delight the senses of those who can enjoy such magnificence

:

sometimes creep into valleys like a long white snake, a

times down from the hills, forming a soft waterfall

nonexistent river.

would stay to admire and to enlighten

such greatness for a long time, but at the clock

me back to reality. The hands remind us that soon it's dark and we still have

all the way back to go.

Then start another race against time contro il buio della

notte che incombe.

Ci fermiamo ogni tanto per immortalare il sole che infiamando il tutto, muore fra le nuvole per rinascere chissà dove, e il rossore

dell'orizzonte che sembra un eterno e interminabile fuoco.

Ci fermiamo per ammirare il mare bianco di nuvole assumere

colori ardenti e contrastanti col buio che ha già oscurato

l'altro lontano versante.

Lo stesso buio ci sorprende mentre percorriamo l'ultimo

tratto di sentiero.

La montagna di notte assume un'altra forma. Incute timore.

Crea forme bizzarre.

Two lights pierce the darkness and the last weary steps we

lead at the end of this extraordinary adventure.

the Fontana di Cornia, the water that goes down your throat,

gives new strength to my exhausted body.

limbs relax, and the voltage drops.

It 's time in which the axle will fatigue and the efforts and toil of

day you have the account.

Can not you see, to think rationally. Are you hungry, you're tired, you have everything

and you have nothing.

head struggle to assimilate all the emotions of the day.

The mind is delighted by the many fabulous views. While

car go down to reality, his eyes look

the dark profile of the ridge that stands just out of the darkness of the night

crowned with stars.

I seem to have done a fantastic journey into a parallel dimension

.

A dimension in which the pure beauty merges with

of surrealist ecstasy.

I come out with the feeling of belonging to a drawing.

That he was chosen.

to have been part of a magical dream.

You wake up with a pleasant feeling and try to remember

the whole, and among the many visions nebulae, some are clear:

the mountain .... two men ... and ... the impossible.

Thong Leotard Tablets

*** IL BRIVIDO DEL VUOTO ***

Some call it the ledge on Raganello! Some call him the goat path. I think it right to call the edge of the abyss .... And it is on this edge that the usual Sunday "Irreducible" we went to measure our courage and maybe our madness. In the morning we rendezvous I, Max and Gigi. The day is not really ideal because the weather bring rain in the afternoon, but on the Ionian coast is clear and perhaps should not rain. Arriving there, we leave the cars and checked backpacks and equipment we need, we take the path that leads to the Timpa State Property. Having taken the path down to the right, a little later we are faced with a scary show, creepy, but at the same time fascinating. A large canyon perhaps 5oo meters high. A long deep wound in which the rushing stream Raganello. Below us the village of Civita seems that from a crib, then this gap that continues to lose sight of an eye and on the other side of the river in the distance the imposing gable Cassano and Porac. From below this wall I had seen her several times and was already doing his good impression, but from above it is another thing. At first glance the feeling of emptiness. I feel the fear growing in me and a little voice inside says to go back. As we walk the path along the abyss, this fear will not let me, this sense of apprehension does not diminish even in the face of beauty. At the same time, the adrenaline rises, the allure of the empty thrill of this danger, they seem to caress, a perverse and sweet invitation to go forward. The apex then when we reach the entrance of the ledge itself. When Max tells me what, I feel a kind of pressure in the chest. My eyes see a stretch of trail that cuts through the wall with a jump of 400 meters below. This is the time when I really think giving up. Not for me ... I want to go. Gigi also afraid. Then I think it's normal to be afraid. It would not be normal otherwise. The impact of this height takes a bit of apprehension. Then I see Max (lu ciuatu) that you are rolling with laughter at seeing our faces worried. There is even a movie and still laugh. However, we go down there and caliamo the ledge itself. From here on, my fear passes, I'm calm. I'm focused and I'm careful where you step. Step by step walk this thin ledge to the safety of all time and I understand that the first impact was only put in fear. Even the 400-meter vacuum make me more impressive. I enjoy this new adventure with the knowledge to be strong but at the same time humble. I feel different emotions. It is not the usual tour. Here there is all the more. There's the thrill of risk! There's the thrill of the void! There's the adrenaline of the quake danger! There is the intensity of fear! There's the excitement! There is a touch of madness! There is enthusiasm! There is a measure to want to figure out where you can get. The weather, which initially was gracious, he decided to change. Dark clouds coming toward us and we understand that you can not go further. It would not be too surprised by a storm to greet us on the ledge. Then going back. The ledge remains. Can we come again to complete it. In fact, the machines begin to fall came the first drops of rain. At this point, since it is still early, we can do is to go and take refuge in the restaurant more than once we saw emerging from exit unfortunately interrupted by bad weather. Gigino ........ Wait for us ......... We're coming ...... Even these things are daughters of the mountain ............. or not ??????