Era da tempo che aspettavamo che succedesse. Questo inverno che non voleva le spolverate di bianco che vedevamo sulle montagne e che poi dopo una
giornata di sole sparivano velocemente cosi come erano arrivate.
L'anno scorso, l'8 dicembre ci aveva regalato una bellissima uscita invernale.
Una delle più belle....avevamo trovato sulla nord del Dolcedorme una neve
in condizioni ottimali per un'uscita alpinistica... con ramponi e piccozza, e
cosi era stato.
L'email di Giuseppe era arrivato proprio nel momento giusto.
Avevo voglia di andare in montagna. Avevo voglia di sentire il freddo
sul volto. Avevo voglia di vedere le mie montagne imbiancate e candide.
Avevo voglia di sentire il profumo della prima neve.
Ragazzi preparatevi che martedi si parte. Destinazione ancora da decidere.
Dove troveremo la neve.
Al raduno siamo in cinque. I tre dell'anno scorso e cioè Io, Peppe e Max, con
l'aggiunta di Domenico and Luigi.
Today I want to do something beautiful. I want to put on crampons. A Impiso
Colle, the starting point, it's a bit of freschino. This bodes well
that up, maybe find some place to have some fun.
Already on the path to the Plans, in some places, whether we meet
whitewashed.
Plans For the first emotions. The first confirmations. The first joys.
The beautiful expanse of white that is offered to us, is like a sweet melody.
The peaks of the Pollino and Dolcedorme covered with white, speak to us.
They tell us that winter has arrived. The snow fell. It 's all for us.
I take the frenzy. Today is all a show. The mountain
has beautiful color. The contrast between the white snow and green grass, it is sublime.
The blue sky seems to wrap everything in his endless mantle.
rays of the sun that will dazzle and the silence becomes music.
Our idea was to make the North East Dolcedorme, but we realize that
subject as it is, we will find the soft snow. We opt
Then the true north which is what looks better.
decide to arrive by the Wolf Trap. A path that I've never done
.
got there, I notice that there are several sinkholes. The place is very impressive.
With the mind begins to fantasize and imagine the various copies of wolves hide
in this place that could well be the ideal lair
. How nice that will
and immense joy when I can see a
free, proud, these are places that for him his home, his territory.
From there you have a different view. See things from another angle
Monte Pollino sticking above dense vegetation. In this way
still had not seen.
Suddenly Joseph, looking at the north wall, he sees that there is a passage,
that starting from the base of the wall rises up to the ridge.
It puts us aware of the discovery. We begin to observe. I already feel the adrenaline rise
. Today we will have fun. We found that checercavamo
something that will give way to the exit now.
No time to finish speaking and already we trudge on back
leading to the wall.
joints in the path that is now called "rampetta quiet, but then
is not so quiet, we realize that is not a
walk. It would take a helmet, but there has only Joseph.
In the more you should get tied into the rope, but we did
either. We could do it because we had to do
material. But we chose to get untied.
Sometimes that sense of freedom, that bit of sound of madness, that
to feel the thrill of danger, to taste
in mountain climbing, to be a little
innocently unconscious but always with his head on his shoulders and
aware of our limitations.
It's a long one hundred meters. Alterna snowy steps a little exposed and steps
mixed. Just beautiful. It was a long time since I did not
something like that. An extraordinary and unexpected also because we wanted to wear crampons
but we did not find this passage certainly
.
successfully passed the way, we reach the ridge, where, as always, a
spectacle presents itself to our eyes. The mountain can also be the same, but
is always different in detail, in shades, colors, emotions
that makes you feel, in its reality.
We are moving towards the summit and we choose to do the last part of the North
vertically.
The summit presents us with another surprise, and another great feeling.
A herd of wild horses that roam the ridge is
towards us but as soon as we see changes direction and goes the other way.
Then as if in obedience to a call invisible, all stop and
turning toward us, begin to observe them trying to figure out who are those who have come to disturb
its territory.
On the summit the wind chill coming from the north over us and makes us understand that winter has arrived
.
the time to take some photos and drink something hot and then I start to see these fantastic places
procure that in me always intense emotions and a pleasant sense of freedom
.
stupid as I look around this is the beauty of the place and feel
grow in me a sense of lightheartedness, that desire to breathe life ...
to experience nature up here ... I can only warn. Then
ringazio God for all things beautiful and perfect that created
and thank you for giving me the opportunity to enjoy.
A final farewell to the summit, the promise to meet again soon and then
iniziamo a scendere, a percorrere il sentiero del ritorno, ma questa
è storia normale.
Al solito bar ci fermiamo per una birra e poi salutati Giuseppe, Luigi e Domenico
che tornano a casa, io e Max andiamo alla sede del Cai dove ci aspettano gli amici
e dove le gentili signore stanno preparando le "vecchiaredde"....ma questa è
tutta un'altra storia.
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