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UN GIORNO IN MONTAGNA...

One day in the mountains ... A day spent
to contemplate its beauties ...
A day spent observing the details ...
A day spent admiring its treasures ...
A Day Without a backpack and aimlessly ...
A day without hard work and effort ...
A day spent in breathing character,
snow, wind, sun, cold, blue sky.
One day in the mountains ...

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"LA VIA DEI LUPI"...un misterioso richiamo

December 8, 2010.
few years, on this day, with the usual friends
we go into the mountains. We escape from normality
made dinners, lunches, clothes and anything else you want
party and we go in search of cold, snow
of adventure, of ourselves, our lives.
Armed with passion and all the necessary equipment
seek in this winter's day "hot", a place where we can
a little fun and we immediately think of the
"north" of Dolcedorme, there seems to be the side where at least
we should find some ice.
Today we are three. I Max and Dominic.

plans to arrive to our great disappointment, we see that the
Dolcedorme not the slightest trace of snow.
We stare in disbelief ....
this time last year and two years ago the same, here
was full of snow and ice .... We look mah
meeting to find an alternative that allows us to do something and the only
is a strip of snow on the north side of the Pollino
: The Way of the Wolves "
This way I had missed a couple of times.
not all silver lining.
now add another notch to the book of my adventures and my aspirations
.
Exceeded Whether we arrive at the ambush
base of the route where we bind ourselves and put on crampons.
Snow is not very hard but the slope is not indifferent.
begin to climb.
Max is the first, Dominic and I half to close.

E ' beautiful.
I had often imagined this path.
Now I'm going.
Its steep gullies and steep, the snow that envelops you
and the call of the sky up to the summit.
Sometimes I turn my back and look
is captured by the view of the plans and all the views that
shows to my eyes. A generous
silence accompanies our steps.
silence broken only by the sound of crampons that sink into the snow.
The mountain is now silent.
The mountain is just for us .... just for us. While
downstream people are preparing to attack the army of dishes
fork, appetite and routine
we reach the crest.
We feed off of the fabulous views that are presented to our eyes and
Get the day started, we are approaching the summit. Slowly
distance ourselves. Without realizing it
each follows his own ego.
These are the magical moments in which everyone can talk to if
himself and with his thoughts.
are the moments when you satisfaction and happiness
wraps.
are the moments when you think you would not want to be in no other place
if you do not.
are the moments when men and mountains
become one.

begin to fall and Gaudolino
we stopped to put something on my stomach.
our sandwiches as you bite through the eyes space
plateau and Serra del Prete.
Suddenly we see a shadow on the top that moves, it seems
a person or is it just a reflection of the sun on a tree?
Perhaps there is someone else besides us today in the mountains.
With joy we learn later, the machines arrived,
shadow that was our friend Guido who had gone to stretch your legs
solo on the greenhouse.
We warmly greet and return home with
awareness of being perhaps a bit special ...
or a little crazy!

We wanted to live a particular day.
We wanted to have fun. We want to
cold snow and ice.
We want to be together.
The Way Of Wolves "
today has given us all this ...

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INSEGUENDO LA BUFERA...

When I reached with my companions in the adventure
Manfriana top of the East, the view of the square blocks
almost buried in snow, the gusts of icy wind eddies created sibyl
threatening of freezing rain that lashed
face, the fog and hostile landscape, created an atmosphere spectral
... almost like being in those environments
who may only see on TV.
Yet we were there ... in reality.
We wanted to chase the storm, and it, be content, if we had dragged
.
That morning we only knew that there was need for snow like ice .. ..
want to wear crampons and ice axes ... like the mountains.
appointment I, Max, Pepper, The Wolf and Gabriele.
The conditions were not good. The snow prevented us from
any itinerary.
The only place that seemed feasible was the so-called infinite ridge.
a decision, we are that we are limping along the foothills where we meet
snow.
Already I feel better already ... I feel alive.
Once on the ridge, the wind begins to bite,
the storm surrounds us ... .. it swallows us along with him.
the most scenic of the entire Park Ridge of Pollino
in a crescendo of emotion and feeling beautiful.
Do not you feel tired ... you feel fatigue. Only
eyes never tire of observing the mind and
delighted by what is offered.
The ridge line that separates the two sides, it is often
swept away by gusts of wind, snow drifts formed just
are taken away and are lost in the storm.
front of us on anything made of snow, fog and wind.
In the distance the Timpa di San Lorenzo shines in the rays of a sun
ill. Every time you open some
tear and then the Ionian Sea and the Tyrrhenian Sea
the other hand, we show our eyes
while the peaks of other mountains, buried in snow,
stand in all their majesty.
A volte penso che siamo un pò folli..a volte penso che siamo creature
della montagna, di questa splendida realtà che
amiamo cosi tanto.
Un'altro giorno è passato... domani all'alba ne sorgerà un altro e
verremo tutti inghiottiti dalla normalità..dalla quotidianetà.
Le emozioni provate oggi insieme ai soliti amici straordinari di sempre
rimarranno nella testa ben salde e ci aiuteranno ad affrontare
i problemi e la vita stessa.
Ancora ora che scrivo , ho bene in mente tutto.
Rivedo e risento qualsiasi attimo di quella bellissima giornata
e con lo sguardo puntato verso le mie amate montagne,
un sorriso mi spunta sulle labbra che schiudendosi leggermente
lanciano a silent ... thanks!