Friday, August 13, 2010

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holidays under a blanket of stars



pencil and his dad


This year we spend a few days holiday in S. Anthony, arrived Monday night after eating in Villach and visiting walls Finkenstein where Tos and climbed with my brother years ago. We went with two local kids (Laura and her boyfriend at the time) after seeing our shoes take the air at the window. It was a memorable trip ended with a better beer I ever drank, made with all the ingredients offered by that splendid day. I will always remember their kindness, their kindness and passion for the mountains, that he would first drive and then tragically divided.
That same evening, taking advantage of the darkness that has a lawn away from the street I admire the beauty of a sky that takes your breath away, it was not so much that I enjoyed a show like that in town you can not even imagine. I get lost in the contemplation of the wonder and patiently await the shooting stars that should fall into these nights. I'm lucky in three nights I can see a dozen Perseids, including some beautiful with lots of trail, a slip in the sky above my head and gives me a tangible sense of depth to the universe.
Tuesday to meet my parents, Lorenzo, Pasquale, Brian, Laura and Tim (some American friends) with whom we do a lap around the lakes of Fusine before eating a delicious lunch at the restaurant Edelweiss. Matilde weighs much more than the previous years and my shoulders are starting to suffer, he enjoys a lot with the stick that I made, happy flying stones in the lake "as the park's Cormor" he says. Going with my Paska and S. Antonio meet Armenian boys who ask us some information, they are nice Scout on holiday I decided to put in telephone contact with Elias, my uncle Armenian. The international day of meetings culminating in the evening after a short but relaxing trip to Villach. The children are having a lot of days, but would return in the evening at our house, its games and its habits.
The third day, the sun is shining, but our programs must be changed because you have taken the influence pencil and begins to show signs of restlessness. We wanted to make a trip to the plateau of Montasio, but we settled for a snack, with excellent sandwiches made in Fusina, we gather together at the monument dedicated to soldiers who faced each other in these valleys, more than two centuries ago, the armies of Napoleon. Not far away we see dozens of cyclists along the path that leads in Slovenia and lakes Fusine. The day ends with a nice evening in Villach. The last day we get tired and confused after an almost sleepless night for the little feverish. So we decide to return home immediately after breakfast. Before leaving, I can watch the confrontation between two generations during the killing of some sheep: Marco (our host) is very tense immobility while forcing the beast in agony, while his stepfather's actions prove intent in gore more quiet and peaceful . Back home
saluting the "field of Feo and his fifth: the Mangart.


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Sunday, July 25, 2010

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Alpine Valley Tour Colvera


Overcome the roadblocks for the triathlon Matilda, Ilaria and I head towards the Val Colvera to visit Manuel, Lauren and Luca.Con me Bring on the booties respond to the invitation of Emmanuel, which yesterday passed a nice 7b +. Time is discrete and the temperature and crisp, especially when we get to the magical village Polaz. Manuel and John leave immediately for the walls of Colvera Valley, where they must put some chairs made from a tree trunk, a luxurious comfort for their days of climbing. After the greetings and let Ila Mati with Lauren and other friends and I reach them, intent on finishing their work before turning to an hour of climbing. Manu and Gio start warming up for a sixth (to say their overrated) I also feel that at the end of the second. The route is beautiful, steep, but well ammanigliata. Alas I have not warmed up enough and already half way into my arms, not at all accustomed to this type of climbing, they are cooked. Arriving near the top, but I can not pass the last step, which senses the movement, but not have the force enough. I do decline with arms aching, still satisfied. While I was taking photos on their streets continue to climb even more difficult until Emanuele over again 7b + won yesterday, via a very steep roof with a pair of horizontal, very beautiful and very challenging. Turning back we celebrate with a slice of watermelon, while Mati enjoys racing at "breakneck speed" down the slope in front of the house.


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Saturday, July 24, 2010

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Climbing


I fell asleep with my little Matilda, for a short afternoon nap, so when he played the alarm to remind me of the appointment with Darius I woke up all dazed. The storm thundered away and this gives me hope that our trip will end with a farewell call before returning to sleep, but the optimism of Darius is Steel. So around 17 are home after a coffee and head towards Gemona. The storm rages in the south, towards the sea, while there seems to be Gemona even the sun. Rock climbing are just a pair of climbers who defy the wind that sweeps everything today. I climb the first half-hearted way, noting a certain rigidity in their movements. Dario follow me and climb very well, carefully chooses where to put your feet up and a staircase with unusual calm his fiery spirit, thus earning its climb in style and effectiveness. I toss on the second street and I already feel the urge to return. The movements are not secure and continue as long ago, but I can climb with ease. From the chain enjoys a splendid panorama, which is particularly clear and drawn by a splendid light, the effect of a particular provision of the traits clouds against the clear sky. We continue to climb until 19.30 the past, enjoying the scenery and mild temperatures in recent days. When you reach the car I get a text message "Tos" which has just released a 7b +: Tomorrow we're going to find him so we will celebrate.
accompany Dario at home sipping a particular landscape, made from light passing through the gap between the wall of the mountains west and a curtain of clouds in the sky and that sliding light clouds, hills and mountains.