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I come again, long awaited and yearn for the holidays "conscripted" by Christmas, so I organize with Fred, who was also at home, a nice walk. We decide to go by, as in the final days of the last years, in order to leave calmly and find a destination more suited to our poor physical condition. The choice fell on the hut Cuar under the namesake mountain. At eight are from Frederick and after two stops to take the food is excellent and fresh mortadella, Andreis and to continue on the road connecting the village to the hut to let the car continue on foot.
The day is cold, but fortunately not laid the Bora whips annoying as forecast: an excellent opportunity to test my new batteries, Gift of Darius, and the new softshell Montura that gave me and my parents Ilaria . Leaving the road we go down the path 815 through woods and crossing a very beautiful rustic cabins renovated; the only flaw in the landscape power line that goes from Lake Cavazzo. After the short run there so warms the body reaches the right temperature stable and well protected by my good jacket again, a good buy. At the end of the path cross the road to Forgaria and the Hills, but, having rejected an alternative route, we decided to go up the hiking trail that goes up 816 in the middle of a forest of black pine, used here in the past on an industrial scale for its resin which was produced by turpentine. Hot and without breath because of the steep climb we reach a small table with benches where we stop to enjoy the sun and a splendid view: a part of the Friuli plain, the sea in the distance, Cavazzo lake and ice-capped peaks of the mountains to the north. After a good warm barley and some pictures off again towards our destination. Unfortunately, our route passes behind the mountain and so we are no longer bathed in sunshine. The cold weather is being felt along a forest very nice and well cared for here and cut a great light. We also find good stretch of hard snow, which keeps well on the north side of the mountain. Just before arriving in the Hills are once again the sun that lights us and the Carnian Alps who appear before our eyes. Along the way we meet a van abandoned and wrecked that reminds me of some abandoned cars in which we played small to San Antonio during the holidays in the mountains. Arriving at the hut we eat Our room (the mortazza fresh is very good) and enjoy the sun going down behind the top of Cuar. The temperature is stiff, but the sun is not bad and I lean to warm up to a door made of aluminum which is very hot sun. Giving allacima tightening for the time we go down into the valley through the woods to 5 degrees below zero. For some photos I take off a glove and feel a quick finger ache from the cold. Around here even my phone is getting enough so I could hear Ilaria who called me to tell me that the juice of my new beer, bubbling merrily. Returning to the bench the first break we decided to go down the dirt road, a good alternative to the steep path. Here we see a kite that pass us and then flew over the road until it disappeared into the woods again. Along the final 815 of the path that brings us back to the car we are intrigued by some stone walls covered with green moss that run parallel in the woods. We decide to follow them and define them find an old trail that leads to a small group of houses in ruins and uninhabited for years. None of these has over the roof and the shutters on the windows, but some still have old wooden doors locked from the inside. Trees grew all around and even on the windows of the houses. In short then we are already in the car headed home. Time has passed
carefree and serene at this last walk of the year, quarter of this journal. In the evening I'm back with my girls, legs tired, relaxed, ready to go to bed happy because these holidays just started promising and tomorrow will be filled with a new and enjoyable trip in Austria with his grandparents.
