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Learning to look with your heart (Dolomites Lucane 14,112,010)

Learning to look with the heart

The days just feel the air: these early morning air is damp, cool autumn day and high collars and gloves to the hands can remain at rest. From the valley to the mountain the fog with the last play of red and green spotted hiding under a veil, the first rays of sun-drenched peaks. Leaving the medieval Old Bridge and greeted the river full of water and debris to the sea, taking a path that runs along the valley of the Torrente Caperrina to see and hear him as a small stream: we are surprised to see how many webs have taken the place of the leaves which now account for the lawn, decorating the bare branches of bright gauze. No photos can give us these feelings of serene beauty, but aware, however, try to take away some shots that enriches the scrapbook.

step vigilant on the leaves now amalgamated with the land is now diverted from the sun that penetrates the haze and lights up the last of these rocks Lucan Dolomites, between the beautiful peaks and crevices that create unnatural strange characters: smooth rock and inviolate that whispers thoughts we like to keep climbing in the world of fantasy. A few words and thoughts are with us sussurranno to mind as the path leads uphill to reach absolute place where you can have our little meal that tastes as always very special at the end of a slope: the sun is really hot and dry sweat and as usual I'm amazed to think how little it takes to suck the air moments of happiness and feeling in the soul to be happy and, above all, aware of this wealth which Providence offers us.

The secret of these walks is always the same look with your heart, far from any delusions of grandeur than that offered by the simplicity of things and people.

Even today our inner treasure has been enriched by something that may not have measures, but only be appreciated by heart before moving on to the pages of memories that we hope will not ever fade.

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Among the scents of autumn (Duglia 17,102,010)

Among the scents of autumn

I never tire of affirming that every human being, whether man or woman, boy or old, should be able to spend at least one day for each season between the paths of a forest, perhaps to a certain altitude. A day in the woods with autumn now borne by its smells and its colors invading everything through it, is an opportunity for rebirth is simple and modest to the intimacy of his own being and to the rest, at peace and rest.
So to find this "opportunity" we move under the Duglia in Pollino, a place very dear to many of us trail in all seasons, I believe that everyone has special places where it's always nice to come back and where there are always souls and new atmospheres to be rediscovered.

photo of Stephan S.

few drops of rain washed sky and leaves and the air is so light and pleasant to breathe the destination of today, from Lake Duglia is the old route built by Rueping privileged to be the path to get to the top Cardone, Toppo Vuturo to them and lean on the basin Raganello, great scenery and colorful now more than ever that is drawn from the crest of ' Infinity and the forest of sottostnate Fagosa, from Serra of Ciavole and Timpe of Falconara, San Lorenzo, Cassano with the background of the two humps of Mount sellar and a bit 'further east along the ridge of Forano Lake and Mount Sparrowhawk.

The sight of the forest is now characterized by much presence of fungi of all kinds, colors and different scents, from the red dell'ammanita muscaria (mushroom of fairy tales, or as Luke says of Snow White) to pure white of Vesce not yet mature and, therefore, firm and fragrant.

A nice pig all just waiting for us (and we will welcome dinner) as we cross the path of the shaded Rueping where today, unfortunately, there walks a terrain of a Russian car manufacturer: the Russians and even the Pollino motion: it seems that the saying "adda wines mustache! "has materialized only in the heart of the Pollino National Park in the open A?

Now that the new road under Vuturo Toppo, a layer of dark asphalt and still smelling of bitumen, the trail crosses the old machines will be reduced to get more than a day until the Great Gate? In the silence I think back to this incredible work man, already denounced by most anyone and I can not regret that too. Near the source of some Chedichemo wild plum trees slightly larger than cherries give us a little 'taste of the past: I make a good feast with Luke likes to think and to serve others with great enthusiasm and now the walk comes to an end and the air begins at sunset to give us the thrill of the first cold.

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That it would seem a birdwatching excursion: in fact even the shadow of eagles in a beautiful warm day in October, a day-based hard rock and cliff faces. But the latter are those from which we systematically facing to enjoy spectacular scenery and breathtaking, although to be honest, for myself my breath has cropped up that the most natural spectacle. It starts at around 600 meters above sea level or less and now entertainment exalt the soul begin to "scramble" for free, walk with all grade I (?), I think, no more: but we find some nails left with rope and quick link to those who must have been deployed in the room: at this point sicuramnete we are no longer able to go down and our only proceed uphill until you reach the crest rather sharp in an ideal position to see the scale of the barrel that is on the other hand, the Timpa di Cassano, while below us the ' entrance of the gorge, and Barile Raganello only the gurgling of the suction.

It goes on as the edge of the ridge Start to accuse already signs of slowing down and the water we drink does not seem to be never enough: Giuseppe always in sight and never sweated before, unlike me who left copious sweat on the rocks as if they were a trail of passion, I realize My physical preparation climbing: the steps are getting heavier as more and more arms falling and we are not yet at an altitude of 1000! Now the day becomes for me an incredible grind for every inch gained, the mind wants to go up but the body, heavy weight, tends to crumble down, so I often find myself sitting in a deep breath: there's not much to do Today, almost stumbles breathing in unison with their feet! But it goes on, not a spring day where the sky seems to be placed on the ridge. The other stretch now and desist from attempting to recover and try to make my ascent, with my hand, with my thoughts. Rocco is with me, we have the same difficulties but also the same desire to reach the top: every now and then you move on the edge of the ridge to breathe more discovered these incredible spaces below us. So after 4 hours of climb scarce here we are, reach out to others sitting near the cairn that marks the highest point of this mass of rock called Timpa San Lorenzo: even today a little prayer and a thank you through my head and heart: this mountain so hard, unlike the futile, it shows everything in a different light, and the satisfaction of not having given up even if "physically broken" drives to give thanks for the thoughts we've done it once.

Fast way to group photos and the descent, another beast to watch out for trying to keep my legs which now have no master, they seem to show a couple of sessions unwanted "on the slippery stones. But two hours after the terrible descent is also abundant done and now we look with satisfaction, and a certain disbelief, the route developed: I do not think True, watching parts of the route, which was attacked a few hours before it hands and feet on steep slopes: the last walk on the road that leads us to the car is almost a stretch as I think of what my body will be sore tomorrow. It matters little, the soul of today has had it magical, unique and serene and this feeling of inner fulfillment will always delete all the effort.
Thanks to all for this day, a master G. for driving carefully and waited along the route to the mountain to give us happy hours and welcoming us today.

    

                    

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Some of the photos are of Angelo B. and Stephan S.; details IGM and elevation profiles have been developed by Stephan S.

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is the experience and skills on some mountain hiking CAI Castrovillari now I find myself alive, they say, an exciting trekking experience on a via ferrata in the uppermost walls of the gorges of the tree frog.

The impact with the first tracks next to the empty, just passed over the highest part of the Stone of State Property, I bring a certain anxiety: the gap can be felt (at least for me being the first experience like that) and even with a sufficient safety margin I move with a lot of tension in the legs and whole body seems to me to see others so light and yet I so clumsy and every rock, blade of grass or even wet soil layer of abundant rainfall I spent the day inspire apprehension. Even the shoes do not seem have more grip and feet seem a painful to be already perfect as we move in a row spaced from the experts. That brings us very quickly to the attack of the first section is more exposed with a jump of a few meters, however, assured by the appropriate wire rope anchored firmly to the wall: the experience of who is behind me now when you hear comes the suggestion (from the team leader, I find out later) a bit of banging 'shoes to clean them from dirt before putting their feet on the rocky plates.

The first jump adrenaline is now fact and beginning to overcome the phase of apprehension to move to the fun: the body inicomincia to give positive signals (finally!) and start to feel the rock as a foothold friend Louis, the great giver of good suggestions and teachings, I advance and, in a sense, acts as my guide: observe carefully how to do all that and more in other situations today I stop to read the footsteps of those who share with me this day.

Max Ga (tt) or the careful guidance of the head group and explore a bit 'before they reach the other, opening-psychologically- the road while Tonino closes: the movements of the fluids are now, I realize that others besides myself have undergone the first impact with the void, that-there 's not much to do-is on your side and you can hear everything now But the empty space without the feeling of freedom, the scenery and splendid views on the walls of Raganello exude positive feelings even when only a few obstacles or cross the path a bit 'more exposed.

so fast minutes and then the hours get small so the first stop with his feet firmly anchored to the ground and first small shares as some simple foods, dried figs, bars, a drop of water are means of communication for first hand knowledge. This site brings us together regardless of the very know: you look in your eyes, under the protection of helmets and the looks do not cut it facilemnte as often happens in everyday life, here takes on a whole new dimension, a different, deeper.

We are the first group picture, all very relaxed and happy: Mimmo never stops, take pictures and search angles that are never enough to satisfy his desire to stop when a shooting and breakers of this Research tells me some detail about what we are going through.

Our group outside the CAI Castrovillari, already in motion from 6 am with all the special attention given to new materials and schedules, sometimes it stops and we exchange quick glances, and for a covert form of conservatism is to exchange mutual satisfaction to be in this place in this beautiful sunny day None of us has ever drilled a well paced and exciting journey and the various gestures that seem to highlight.

So we arrive close to the channel Caccavo, one of the channels that drain water from the forest in Raganello summit, then return a little 'back and prepare a more uphill climbing by a parapet of about twenty feet a bit' more feasible, especially by beginners: need refreshment stop before the long climb from here: the "key", with the top part of a rope and a lynx as I see him on the shoulder as if he was overwhelmed camminado on the landings of a building: under his feet with his mastery of all Sounds easy, almost as soon as a path steeper. A few minutes are enough to get to the end of the steep slope, and from there send some signal to launch a rope secured for those on low, signaling the start up: a show today for me, unforgettable.

Meanwhile, Max and the "blonde" Dominic prepare the equipment for a climb a bit 'longer assured, a climbing climbing together they explain other information on various strings and other metal parts that now begin to be less unknown: I see, the first nails into ropes and handles for references, see the arrival of my set up what it means to climb a stop and then secure with a lanyard, I see especially as it strives to help others climb, I understand how important it is to move without disturbing inevitabilemnte stones that can roll, roll, and then taking off on who is still at the bottom.

just go up again and see what awaits me about twenty feet and so I climb up on rocks and grass up to the top of the forest that borders the Santa Venus: the canyon ended up here but the show is still incredible to stop wherever you look: I'm so happy right now and watch others who are coming and have recovered and put in order all the equipment that has allowed to live this experience that I think of the immeasurable passion for the mountains , a passion that it is difficult to explain to those outside of these feelings, a passion that unites all those who want to feel like life and liberty outside the norms of everyday life.

 

 

 

Even now it is gone, "great" and never will be the most sincere gratitude and felt for those who organized and struggled for this extraordinary experience, an experience they will remember today as never having been to over ... over the path.