Monte Cuarnan: Year-end connections 
finally arrived the Christmas holidays and with them the traditional year-end trip, a good opportunity to enjoy the depth and the slowness that is often denied by the superficiality of our hectic lives. The only ray of sunshine in the midst of a rainy day decide the time of our trip. This time I was able to quickly and easily prepare a light backpack, in the midst of days of intense home. Everything is ready. I note with great satisfaction that the juice is bubbling, the fermentation has started and spring we'll have a beer with which to toast the end of new adventures. Greeting I expect my puppies at home and happy delivery, driven by the rising sun behind me, towards the house of Manar and format. The goal now is close, so our meeting is not morning person. Before eight and a half we have a direct Gemona with C4 Manar. The day is sunny and cold. We realize immediately when the car left the road leading to the hut and walked all numb to the low temperatures that characterize the shady side of the mountain which we climb. In short, however, the movement gives us the degree that we have left on the street, walking very slowly and the accompanying peace of mind and with the pace of our long chats. We talk a lot now and our progress is slow, we realize that we are lagging behind the schedule, but so we can enjoy a longer time in the mountains. Near the hut take a mulattiara cobbled climbs through beautiful forest, slightly covered with snow, with which we gain a plateau, from which vantage point one begins to see a part of the magnificent landscape that we enjoy higher. Finally we are kissed by the sun, as we go on the back to catch a glimpse of the mountain to the summit, marked by a church, the walk becomes more difficult on the steep ridges end, but the effort is not as breathtaking panorama of the view that opens in all its extension to the sea and the spectacle offered to us by four griffins that with their long wings to take advantage of the updrafts to sway in the wind. Let's see their silhouettes against the blue sky and after next, below us, against the gray-green of the plains: a meeting that is worth the whole day. The current and turns them away from our sight and our admiration, then continue to the summit that we share with other hikers Austrian, Italian and Slovenian two climbed the steep and crumbling east side.
While walls of the church to protect us from the wind, eat our light lunch, admiring the landscape that stretches before our eyes: the Friuli plain, its rivers, its main roads leading to the sea and villages lit by shafts of light let through by opening granted by the clouds from the south mountain. The landscape also extends to our shoulders and eyes we see all the karst mountain ranges that go from the Dolomites, in recognition of the mountains here and the most expensive and popular as the Mangart, canine, the Coglians and perhaps the Three Peaks. The sun is not enough to warm and the wind cools us, so we decide to go down to the camp below the summit, to drink something warm indoors. Crossed by two guys with Laika, a German shepherd that you cherish and that Laika reminds me so much of my childhood. Entered the camp surprisingly comfortable warmth and an inviting aroma of sausages. Well equipped a group of friends, between 64 and 74 years, every year you find them, we are welcomed with gracious hospitality. You exchange a few jokes and warm us, drinking barley kept warm by the new great thermos that I gave my brother Max I hope soon to warm up his company in the mountains. So, after turning down the sausages cooked with eggs, generously offered to us, we come home, always with admiration for the landscape that is slowly disappearing before our eyes, as we go down. Returning to review some beautiful homes nestled in the mountains, one of which comes out thick and calm smoke from a wood stove: we all want to be there to make something warm to eat and lost before the hypnotic language of fire. The day comes to a close, we got to the car and go back home. Three things, however, remain clear in our hearts, the lightness and the depth with which we shared the work, the spectacular landscape that is unrolled before our eyes, and some curious coincidence with the final exit last year with his uncle on Matajur Dario: a meta close with unexpected emotions and postponed a meeting to cut more of my thick hair.
A beautiful day that ends with a hot dinner and a pleasant tiredness and serenity that makes me fall asleep gently, always in the company of my little. PHOTOS
