Once in Saturday morning still do not know what to do. Everything was uncertain. In the afternoon my friend calls me and tells me that everything is blown, then he
is not good for this Sunday and then stays at home.
But I too feel like mountains. I too want to go in the snow.
So I think that after so much time to go
my first solo. Destination: without hesitation, Montea.
the morning I wake up early, I take the backpack I had already prepared the night
first, I climb into the jeep and go. As you can see clearly that the
day will be clear. The only thing that slightly worries me is that
not cold and there is the risk of finding the soft snow.
A Fontana di Cornia leave my suzuki and equipped of all I'm going to go back
path. After a while you encounter the first snow, as I thought this is soft and not
bodes well, I hope that the rising temperature is colder and therefore
snow a little harder.
As you climb the ridge, the landscape begins to change. The trees are più radi
e si inizia a vedere il chiarore dello scoperto. Ma la neve sempre più profonda e
morbida, rende difficoltoso ogni passo.
E' una di quelle giornate che se ci fossero state le condizioni, sarebbe stata l'ideale
per salire sulla Montea. Man mano che salgo a costo di grossi sforzi, i miei occhi si
beano degli spettacoli mozzafiato che si prostrano alla vista. All'orizzonte i due mari
fanno capolino mentre la catena del Pollino è tutta imbiancata e sporge da grossi banchi
di nuvole. Più vicino La cima della Mula sembra una cupola candida e immacolata.
Il silenzio innaturale di questo posto selvaggio rende il tutto molto surreal.
The sound of footsteps in the snow is the only sound, then every time the whistle of the wind
reminds you that the mountain is alive.
It seems to me to advance in a fantasy world. I seem to be the only living creature
. I like flying.
I'm here on this ridge wilderness, alone with myself, alone with my thoughts,
alone with my fears, alone with my certainties.
Every step I take the effort and increases fatigue is felt more and more.
My muscles are protesting the ongoing struggle with the snow coming down and sweats
remove lifeblood to my body. I often have to stop and ingest honey
and sugars to give strength to my path.
older I get, the more the snow is high. Now I sink up to my hips and often pain
quadriceps force me to slow my steps.
But I will not give up. I want to go.
Then the landscape, which becomes more and more enchanted. It feels like walking into a
fairytale world where everything has a funny way. The trees covered in white
assume bizarre shapes, the pine trees with branches touching the ground under the weight of snow. The sky of a blue so intense that you feel to watch it forever and then all around the fairytale
views and breathtaking scenery. The snow that has altered throughout the trail and the ridge itself with its
frames created by the wind. I am a little dot that moves slowly, step by step
to the austere heights of Montea.
only company my thoughts. Up here I can think better, to think about everything.
Up here you are inspirations, sometimes up here are the answers.
It 's weird but I'm not afraid, in fact I am caught by alienating bliss. It seems to me
to be part of this world. I seem to be one of his creatures. The mountain
knows that I do not want to hurt and I feel that she does not make me.
I think of all your loved ones, neighbors, far. I think of my family. I think my mom
. I think of my children. I think of my father.
Like all the times that are in the mountains, I feel I am closer to him.
I think of a loved one.
From above post on my friend the wind to bring my greetings and my thoughts
away.
I think of my friends. To my comrades in adventure.
I think that today was a fantastic day and an extraordinary experience
I will never forget.
arrived under the ramp leading to the first peak of Montea ... throws in the towel.
pains in the legs do not allow me to advance more uphill and then the snow now
has become impractical. You could not go forward even in normal physical condition
.
always comes a moment when one realizes if the can or not. Always comes a time when one must understand that surrender. Now is the time for me
arrived. Even if you look at the two peaks in front of them who call me, draw me, leave me a little bit of bitterness in the mouth.
Then after consuming the last finger, throwing a last glance at the two towering peaks
and I start on the path of return.
Retrace my own footsteps almost erased from the cold wind for a while he started to blow, bringing
thick clouds covering the blue sky.
from the Tyrrhenian Sea in the meantime, the fog began to rise has already covered the entire west side
Mula and soon you will not see more, just as no longer see the mountain hunting and Pietricelle.
slowly go down head-aware of having made a big deal.
Homecoming with a new force in the body. Today for me was an experience I
has given so much and from which I took as much.
Today I had a great flight in a surreal world where the only elements were .... the hawk and the mountains.
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