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Monte Varadega 2616 m., October 8, 2009

the series "The Mountains FORGOTTEN no one "..... one has ever heard of ... not even an indication of gold to pay for it ... in fact wrong road and we venture into the valley in the direction of Grom Monaghan ..... of course is the only day I forgot the map. .. go back and "nose" the entrance to the Val Varadega should be this .....

still do not know but there is the Monte Varadega background this is rather below the Cima di Grom, 2773 m. Tirano this morning the weather was bad, we are the same and surprise "HEAVEN AND 'BLUE ABOVE THE NUVOLEEEE !!!"......... Valtellina is full of whipped cream, a show !
the whipped cream, behind the Bernina ... toh .... when we are almost there now are signs of at least ..... we hit it the right way, missing an hour to the top ... when top of the hill towards the Valtellina is really willing to throw himself on the soft blanket of cream ......

last part of the easy rocks .... but where's the gallery? there are so many remnants of World War I, this mount is aligned with the Storile and the defense was organized on these two hills facing each other in case of breaching the Stelvio

... here is the gallery that we must cross to get to the top ...

below ... not even an indication abounded up here instead .... mah .....

turn on the rechargeable battery to crank bought at Lidl and we venture into the hole ....

gaze to the valley of the tunnel entry Varadega

unlit tunnel at the bottom of a window, we need to get on top out of there, it's pretty close to come to pass have to take off backpacks and squirm out of giving birth outdoors in the Valtellina side ...

Lorenzo is about to be born of the mountain ......;-)))))))

few more rocks to climb and we are at the top, just forgotten ... not even a top gear they put a cross .....

Grosina the view over the valley, Bernina, Masuccio, basically we recognize also the step in front of the Storile, below the cream .....

of ritual self-timer, the do you see that someone does not agree .... but you do the same .... do not want to stay up here to eat .. grrrrr ..... do not go down the same route but improvise a descent to the east, down from the rocks and I lose again ... ganda a cap sticks .... THAT !!!!! IRAAAAAA

the bottom of the steep ganda find the path that leads towards the valley Rezzalo .... I think we lace around the top of the Cross, Dosson, the tops of Grom, but from behind the mountains Serottini do not see here, somewhere I read that they were filled with antennas .... vandals ...

we follow the path west and before long we rejoin road made to climb, this time there is a brave Ulysses waiting for us to bring them home ....

upstream Varadega hello, now we know that you exist ....!

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Pizzo Scalino 3323 m. Cederna and hut-Maffina, October 3, 2009 Monte

We start from Tirano to 7 and a half, we walk the Fountain Valley and at 8.30 we are Campiascio the bottom of the Pian dei Cavalli, losing a quarter of an hour to open my abundant defective sticks, make a flight in Maros ......

start to climb, we meet the beautiful waterfall in the Val Fontana pensavsamo the mountain that was the step, then after you discover the Painale (3248 m.) come to Cederna-Maffina, we stopped to eat a delicious salad Rice made the day before from my hands holy, we meet the two types of Lecco and while we decide what to do .... it's noon ... this should be the Painale Peak (3248 m.) think .. it is too late to go top of the stairs, my book says that it takes 3 hours to climb, then decided to go alone up to the outlet ... in the meantime there's 3 guys that night stop there to sleep ... to Cristoni and Madonnas, crawling on all fours and climb the steep climb to the nozzle .... ganda that I could cry but I go .... fog at the top you see nothing but fog .... ... we enter into the fog ..... here of the connector, a small glacier that we think is the glacier at the beginning of the step ... "that little ".... clouds and fog fog and clouds .... ..... it's cold ... I left the weight (backpack and poles) to the hut ... ... through the fog we see the top of the stairs, there is no going back one step from the goal, we decided to go ... "also goes up?" ...." "..... I also go disconsolate in the fog ..... is not seen na bat .... climbing among the rocks come to the summit cross, I was right to leave the rackets at Cederna, someone else comes in when you pull back but would have gladly thrown into the abyss ..... along with the backpack .... up here the sky is clear, down a blanket of thick fog .... timer rite ..... look at Bernina ... Campagneda the plan, the dam Sassomoro, Valmalenco .... ... more fog to the west .... ... And here it is the glacier of the staircase, beautiful!! At the bottom of the Puschlav, in the center Piz Cancian ... is divinely up here but it's late and we must come down, there riaddentriamo in the wall of fog, go over the Cederna where I get my backpack and go down at 18.30 , the setting sun and chilly temperatures, we are the proud Campiascio where Vivian is waiting for us and bring a little house .... I think the three guys who are about to sleep, but it must be nice .... the moon is full and full moon in the step is transformed into a manor e. ......

A Caspoggio are well aware that the Scalino Pizzo is not a mountain, they know and always know what is the exact moment at which it is manifested in its true essence. At midnight, when the full moon whitens the spectral glaciers, hidden on top of a bell ringing sounds heavy. At that moment, the mountain becomes a big castle on top of his tower rears up a cross of light shining in the manor notte.Il lit, soul, while on the glacier darting run horses ridden by knights, spectral figures shrouded in billowing cloaks blacks . Only when the moon touches the profile of the dark castle in the shadows and slowly back around the citizens of Casper in silenzio.Ma and the herdsmen of Campascio of Prabello of Campagneda have seen much worse. In the terrible night when the storm is raging on the mountain run knights dead in their skeletal horses running crazy on windswept ridges, screaming frightfully, colliding with each other in furious battles, illuminated by the glow of lightning. Better then to close the doors of the cabin well and retire in bed praying fervently Iddio.A testimony, downstream from the glacier of the stairs, under the Piz Cancan, there is still the Storm Plan