Jof autumn September has flown between commitments, bad weather and the flu, but now finally able to realize we design the tour for months on Miezegnot of Jof. Thanks to a rare synchronicity between my rhythms of sleep and the alarm sound jump out of bed at 6 o'clock in top form, preparing the last things, I have breakfast and childbirth. After buying a delicious bagel with cream, closing the lunch of homemade pizza, Federico, Cinzia and I go there to take John is waiting at home.
Val Dogna welcomes us cloudy, but as soon as we get to share the sky is painted blue and below us a sea of \u200b\u200bclouds engulfing the road that we've covered. A Sella Somdogna leave your car and take the path 609. The weather is stable, but the sun is hidden behind a dense humidity. The forest begins to wear autumn in all its range of greens, reds, yellows, and browns, and releases all its scents made from intense rains in recent days. Overcome the initial ramp at a good pace, but at a pace that allows us to experience all these emotions. Special sections of the trail are also well familiar to my memory and when we cross a large mule understand that we are coming hospitalization "Btg. Gemona Mountain" and the small war cemetery adjacent to it where we see a new crucifix erected recently.
decide to visit the remains of the first line of the Italian south-east ridge of the mountain that we reach through a path made it difficult in some places by channels created by the recent heavy rains, which cut across and force us to adventurous alternative routes through woods pine and small jumps of rock.
Legends and testimonies collected in the Friuli region tell of mysterious sightings of the Great War regiments wandering in the fog, here we do not see, but the signs of ancient human presence is very much alive. Barbed wire, shippers oxidized sprouting the gravel, cans, chipped and rusty tins, bottles of all colors, broken plates and dishes and many other things that not only tell human stories dramatic and far, but there are the touch, as the object of more other moves us: one of the parties that made up a plate recognition, without his precious cargo: the identity of a broken soldier.
In this alpine environment we also note the traces of the presence or animal. Along the path we find the remains of a goat, we will explain later, it was probably eaten by a bear sighted in these parts, while on a gravel, in a sinuous, creeping flight, I see a Viper makes me, as they say in Friuli, the "sgrisuj. Since
channels that cut the path that is higher from here seem insurmountable, we decided to walk the same trail: Once you reach the camp, we realize that is no longer that friendly and clean house we knew, but a refuge is in a state of neglect: the dirty floor lie the remains of food left by hikers scattered by a "rat" indifferent to our presence and has made the mattress, in very poor condition, its burrow, the offering box is often the subject of Alpine burglars, the fence that surrounded the terraces no longer exists as a beautiful outdoor table on which you ate in plenty of company.
In the open air, after clearing the pack the remains of squashed donut, eat our lunch. In the register of camp we find our signatures, I remember our winter ascent, and with no little sadness those left a few days earlier by Luca Vuerigh.
time is improving, the sun begins to beat, so John and I decide to climb to the top, to see if the path is still viable. The climb, after lunch, is tiring. As soon as we reach the saddle below the summit we see the sky in a strange and fascinating phenomenon: a huge circle in the bright blue sky, a large crown on the head of the Alps which I guess is a reflection of the sun on the atmosphere. The trail that climbs to the summit is not clean, but remains cautiously viable, proceed with care and arrive on Jof. For many years I climbed up here and I feel a bubbly feeling. The landscape, in spite of the clouds is always wonderful to be here. I see the same old dilapidated barracks when I saw them the last time many years ago, the mountain weather always seems to run slower, but here it seems to have stopped. I would like to share this moment with my brother and Sten are not that much in the mountains. After visiting a few locations, phoned home and said goodbye to Robert, who today failed to join the group, where we got to go down and reach out to others in the camp. After I rid of excess water that I carry around as usual, caliamo downstream, enjoying the autumn colors fired by the raking light of the evening.
After one last time to savor his lungs, eardrums and retinas in the autumn mountain saddle Somdogna reach the farm by car to the Plan of Spadovai where we expect a delicious and juicy frico with polenta and some biscuits, a recipe for Grandma of these places, very good.
The light of sunset gives way to night, the road runs fast under the wheels and fatigue begins to be felt. Satisfied and with a great desire to see the girls in my house, I let the emotions that pervade the mountain I can give, even after received the news that the little girl has taken a bad cold and then again, this night, no sleep ...
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