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
. 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.
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 Finally I can relax. The tension subsides
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
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.
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