This weekend, thanks to the bridge on May 1, I'm finally back in the mountains. It was years that I did not walk properly and a good night at high altitude, thus, driven by the idea of \u200b\u200ba couple of friends in Milan have not heard and not seen for at least two years, we left and from there to Roncobello we left for the Trail of the Flowers, the shelter half Capanne2000.
Obviously, given the finest in my practice and my sense of direction, just got to step Branchino, I brought them to the wrong path. 10 minutes from the refuge Alpecorte we realized that was probably down a bit 'too much and in fact share we had to go back. Not bad since the course that we should have done was very short, so we have a little 'long and we enjoyed most of the day. In view of the refuge, the tendon of my right foot began to be felt. A pain all new to me, had clearly made the effort ... evidently loooong rusty. If we put too much of the trip that Nicholas has brought my backpack, I'm just a figure of menga. But that's okay, the walk has galvanized me enough to want to return soon 'on the mountains pei'. Arrived at the shelter began to rain. After a nice drink and after arranging our things in the room we left the shelter of the cable car abandoned. With good salami and a carafe of house wine, we had a good chat on the Two Chief World Systems. Then we came back for dinner, a bit 'of yatzee, about twenty minutes to enjoy the night view and 23 were in bed. The next morning we woke up early, we left to the huts of Mezzeno, that is where we had left the car. Nicholas hoped to make a jump to the Twin Lakes after having deposited their backpacks. But 1) my foot was in a panic 2) upon arrival at the car started to rain. So we opted for a large restaurant and polenta taragna.
Now I hope we can arrange another ride very simple for the weekend of June 2. If someone wants to join come forward now or never!
And now a bit 'of photos ... just to prove that they are really going to walk: P
Obviously, given the finest in my practice and my sense of direction, just got to step Branchino, I brought them to the wrong path. 10 minutes from the refuge Alpecorte we realized that was probably down a bit 'too much and in fact share we had to go back. Not bad since the course that we should have done was very short, so we have a little 'long and we enjoyed most of the day. In view of the refuge, the tendon of my right foot began to be felt. A pain all new to me, had clearly made the effort ... evidently loooong rusty. If we put too much of the trip that Nicholas has brought my backpack, I'm just a figure of menga. But that's okay, the walk has galvanized me enough to want to return soon 'on the mountains pei'. Arrived at the shelter began to rain. After a nice drink and after arranging our things in the room we left the shelter of the cable car abandoned. With good salami and a carafe of house wine, we had a good chat on the Two Chief World Systems. Then we came back for dinner, a bit 'of yatzee, about twenty minutes to enjoy the night view and 23 were in bed. The next morning we woke up early, we left to the huts of Mezzeno, that is where we had left the car. Nicholas hoped to make a jump to the Twin Lakes after having deposited their backpacks. But 1) my foot was in a panic 2) upon arrival at the car started to rain. So we opted for a large restaurant and polenta taragna.
Now I hope we can arrange another ride very simple for the weekend of June 2. If someone wants to join come forward now or never!
And now a bit 'of photos ... just to prove that they are really going to walk: P
