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Hands on the Rock (Eianina 19,092,010)

A video, photo gallery of cuts, to remember feelings and emotions of a special day, the kind you never forget.

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Over trail (Ledge Raganello - goat path 05,092,010)

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.

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Beyond the Sunset (nightly 28082010)

was necessary to seize, without thinking too much, the chance of these flashes of summer already waning moon and take at the chance offered by these hot days of August in the sky, without thinking too much, in fact. So here we are just in time to relive the excitement of the sunset from the ridge of the Madonna del Pollino, where they begin the path of the rocks, now illuminated in red: a race with old friends to meet the last warm evenings of August and summer coming to an end, even this night seemed to be destined to the world of dreams as happens when a series of commitments and setbacks force you to slave rimanre the city where you live, but this time a bit 'of stubbornness and sound belief we do find, at 1500 meters or so, waiting for the sunset and some other friends that disengaged from work after the party winds and later for us: to 22.30 or so just after we walked with the moon already white, luminous and high horizon. The valleys below us seem almost sealed by a blanket of muggy up here that shines like a magic blanket under the last rays of sun. We finally this year it's time to be "out of everything" and there is moving: how meta is fixed Serra of Ciavole where you can see the sunrise with eyes ranging between sea and mountains.

The earth is warm as the air around us: thin gusts of wind almost burned from the summer heat We caress the body and soul while the moon is always visible in the woods among the leaves of beech trees: the march continues and sent Alexander, who so wanted this excursion into the night, it moves fast and without a murmur, like an adult expert: from only carries his backpack, his sleeping bag and its necessary equipment for mountain and for the night.

In less than an hour through the woods and we Fosso Iannace "Plan of Grilli," Morano as they say: here are some hikers have camped in their tents and sleep in their sacks. The moon lights up the Serra di Crispo and "Thief of Timpa" shines with its rocks, we are caught in a from the "rice" of one or more foxes: Franco points out how this feature distinguishes the verse over the sound of foxes but no meeting despite the fronts are substantially off the moon is a beacon to guide our steps and it is sufficient to way.

We now turn to quench our thirst pitt 'accurc' (I have not yet figured out exactly what the name indicates) are always fresh and abundant water although the soil is very dry: after midnight in the arms of Zu Peppu (always like to put Morano), white ghost in the night we first receive a camp a few hours, those few hours that separate us from dawn and the desire to review yet another sunrise on the peaks.

I tarry a little 'respect for others to slip into the sleeping bag: the wind is beginning to thin a bit' cooler but I want to fix the moments trying with little success, some photos in the moonlight. But I lay staring at the stars, but I do not know any constellation in the stars like to watch my thoughts, try to decant in the serene mountain. The cows are a bit 'lower rang, and still struggling to get sleep so I am thinking of those who could or wanted to be here tonight and that a number of unexpected problems have prevented, I think those who are now to exit groped a refuge for some long-awaited summit, I think those who have never breathed these feelings and continue to be a slave to unhealthy habits nell'afa cities. I reflect and think this gives me a relief as I rejoice to be found here again, as every year with old friends, to experience emotions that I can not hear in other places more comfortable or just more in keeping with contemporary life.

The effort that creates the mountain, the sensations in the breath, nellle legs and body in general are a source of pride and positive feelings for us and we exploit this opportunity to feel part of creation.

I wake up in the words of one who draws the alarm so that the dawn is drawing near, I just Pasate 4:30 and we begin to mettreci in motion: all is quiet on the shoulder and west of the Serra Ciavole cross backpack behind the realm of loricati: I, Ale and Nicola we linger a few feet further down with slower pace, while Rocco, Franco and Enzo are a bit 'higher; the last meters are a little' hard to Alessandro even somewhat 'sleepy says his, but the appearance of the first light on the crest are new to sap enthusiasm we have, we covered ridge and fixed to the best of a few hearty gust of cold wind, but we are so happy to be here to watch the colors of dawn and enjoy the landscape marked by the thin line that divides the land from the sea. The coast is perfectly visible, there is no haze in the East and the Gulf of Taranto to beyond the Plain of Sybaris everything is under our eyes as the sun slowly rises, leaving the sea.

Our silences are broken by small observations and curiosity, the sun has risen and now an inevitable group photo with timer and seals this day marks the beginning of the descent: within half an 'now we're back and we all agree the plans for a nap in the sun that is invading the lawn of Garden of the Gods, comfortable bed and hot as ever today for our bodies sleepy.

After a while 'someone moves to photograph the impossible: Dersu magician so, never subdued, and Alex is moving to hear the singing of birds away from wild boars who sleep on the grass!

Fantastic this mountain, this nature, our earth: the lives gave us little things with great serenity, a sunset, clouds that seem seas, family crests and bright: this' year round off the summer with the summer night: I am happy about the startup steps back, hoping to relive it again this mountain, like today, beyond the sunset.