Hi to everyone,
here we are in the middle of fall season, fortunately the weather save us days where we can still enjoy the beautiful of a nature that play to became old and die before born to a new life.
Yesterday morning I gone with my friend Nicola to Nino Pernici's refuge, it is a small and pretty refuge that overlooking on the west side Busa. We departe at 7:00 AM from my home without destination but after a very long discussion, about 2 minutes, we were agree. In 30 minutes we have arrived to Mezzolago in Ledro valley with rucksack on back rea
dy to go. Soon our chat left place to a deep and persistent short of breath, we have asked to the other, with smiling face, who have had that morning the good idea to depart from there... meanwhile the climb have gone on but this didn't stops our conversation that have returned to keep company.
After one hour, we have arrived to Bocca di Dromaè. Busa was opposite from us and Ledro valley was behind us, we have arrived on the path that will bring us to Pernici's refuge, the cold kiss of Fall's wind have remembered us that were batter walk and never stop.
We have followed the path that remain in quote (about 1500 mt.) and after about one hour we were set down on a bench outside Pernici's mountain refuge (unfortunately it were closed!!!). The sun have hidden behind the clouds we have disappointed. After we have eaten our minimal packet lunch we have ready to come back. When we have arrived to Bocca Saval curiosity have knock (again like every time) to our mind so we have decided to take a new path for the return. Then with a map in the hands we was ready to lost, like almost time, in the mountain... :-) . The sun have become to show its pale cold face, the afternoon become bright we have relaxed on the field, the wind have become gently and the silence have had the voice of the shoal grass move by the wind. It was the soft voice of autumn that sang a delicate song for us. We won't depart from there! After a while we were in the naked wood, on the return way, where some last anarchist and egoist trees tried to keep their leafs for them gift us the very last beautiful autumn colors before the wind and chilly will blow all away.
After about seven (!!!) hours we were at the parking ready to come back to home, were waiting us a good wine and some maroon. What I will wish more from yesterday? NOTHING!
What I remember jet of yesterday? The Fall's song that sang with the soft and gently voice of the wind through grass, that sang the whisper of leafs that fell down like a red-yellow rain that didn't dip, that didn't came from a beautiful sky.
Thanks to Nicola for good and peerless company and everything else!!!
Say good bye,
Mio
Yesterday morning I gone with my friend Nicola to Nino Pernici's refuge, it is a small and pretty refuge that overlooking on the west side Busa. We departe at 7:00 AM from my home without destination but after a very long discussion, about 2 minutes, we were agree. In 30 minutes we have arrived to Mezzolago in Ledro valley with rucksack on back rea
dy to go. Soon our chat left place to a deep and persistent short of breath, we have asked to the other, with smiling face, who have had that morning the good idea to depart from there... meanwhile the climb have gone on but this didn't stops our conversation that have returned to keep company.After one hour, we have arrived to Bocca di Dromaè. Busa was opposite from us and Ledro valley was behind us, we have arrived on the path that will bring us to Pernici's refuge, the cold kiss of Fall's wind have remembered us that were batter walk and never stop.
We have followed the path that remain in quote (about 1500 mt.) and after about one hour we were set down on a bench outside Pernici's mountain refuge (unfortunately it were closed!!!). The sun have hidden behind the clouds we have disappointed. After we have eaten our minimal packet lunch we have ready to come back. When we have arrived to Bocca Saval curiosity have knock (again like every time) to our mind so we have decided to take a new path for the return. Then with a map in the hands we was ready to lost, like almost time, in the mountain... :-) . The sun have become to show its pale cold face, the afternoon become bright we have relaxed on the field, the wind have become gently and the silence have had the voice of the shoal grass move by the wind. It was the soft voice of autumn that sang a delicate song for us. We won't depart from there! After a while we were in the naked wood, on the return way, where some last anarchist and egoist trees tried to keep their leafs for them gift us the very last beautiful autumn colors before the wind and chilly will blow all away.
After about seven (!!!) hours we were at the parking ready to come back to home, were waiting us a good wine and some maroon. What I will wish more from yesterday? NOTHING!
What I remember jet of yesterday? The Fall's song that sang with the soft and gently voice of the wind through grass, that sang the whisper of leafs that fell down like a red-yellow rain that didn't dip, that didn't came from a beautiful sky.
Thanks to Nicola for good and peerless company and everything else!!!
Say good bye,
Mio
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