Monday, March 7, 2011

Pokemon Heart Gold 100% English

Val Codera - March 5, 2011


I have to please ... please ... I have to
I have to please ... please ... I have to
...
With this chant in his head trying to think about where go. I should not make too much difference ... and not too many miles (the reason is obvious: the knee is a tantrum: (Yesterday I was skiing and "he" was not too happy) ... but we know now how I did it!
This week came out of the drawer was the "usual" Val Coder, and when an idea in my mind not I can leave them.
For some, this walk is diminished stuff to pensioners, but there are about 1200 m in altitude over 20 km of development. Pesto not too much snow, dry and quiet walk.
's not really what today is my knee but being alone and being able to take my time I decided that the shelter is Brasca now that I review.
Let a bracket on the Val coder.
" on Lake Como for the truth of the Magna Ciavèna Valley, where the Mera Flumine puts it in the lake, here he finds et sterile mountains high with large rocks ... Hence fir, larch et pines, deer, stambuche, chamois, and terrible bears, you can not mount except at four feet. "Who speaks so
Val Codera is Leonardo da Vinci in his Atlantic code.
And indeed the beginning of the valley is very harsh. Before you open you must go from 300 m to 800 of Novate Mezzola Codera and continue.


The valley has always been inhabited, and still believe that it is not the only valley reached by a road permanently inhabited all year round.
Road. E 'for years that it is spoken. With also very funny stories (the death threats to people who have opposed with all their strength). A
Codera there are a couple of inns, two museums. More in the valley, near the bottom, two shelters and Bresciadega Brasca. The higher two camps: Casorate Sempione and Valleys.
L ' Codera Friends of the Valley has always tried to defend the valley and to organize initiatives to attend and make it known.
The first inn you'll find on Codera was run by a couple with 2 (or maybe 3, I forget) children. Wonderful people who prepared chestnut jams, cakes, cooked very well, gave hospitality also to Congress pathologists; In short we gave a lot of trouble and in fact we were full all summer. Then he died, at age 40, and his wife could no longer continue operations. Since then, the inn is closed.

They fought against the road.
The beauty of this valley is just that there is no road. Comes on a cable car. Stop.
Years ago there were bitter struggles to build a road to arrive there. We are mobilizing to stop this massacre many.
In part it seems we have succeeded. But now, just past Codera the way there. A carriage obscene, full of gray stones and a lovely trail that has replaced si inoltrava dolcemente nella valle.

Con la morte nel cuore ho percorso questo tratto di valle. Non credo ci tornerò più per il solo piacere di viaggiare in queste zone; se ci tornerò sarà solo perché ci devo passare tornando dal Ligoncio o dalla Omnio o dalla traversata Casorate-Valli.
Invece di spendere soldi per questa strada, perchè non hanno messo in sicurezza il Tracciolino? E' un itinerario fantastico che passa le dighe tra la Val dei Ratti e la Val Codera. Molto famoso, è interrotto da anni, proprio all'altezza di Codera, a causa di una frana. Se sistemassero quel tratto, si potrebbe percorrere ancora fino alla diga, sul lato opposto della valley where they now have built the monster.
But we are in Italy, do not we get there. We do not know their value to our shareholders.
The walk itself was quiet, with a little 'snow towards the end, just to wet the boots. The arrival at
Bresciadega excited me, it is always wonderful. From here on, for me it was always magical. The Brasca comes out as soon as you exit the forest, down in the plain at the foot of the Ligonchio and kissed by the sun.

is really long to get here, the signs give 4 hours, there I've used three and a half with my spared. The difference still substantial when you consider that with the end counterslopes are 1,200 m
I do not come down here very often, it is easier to Codera turns down the Roman bridge and go to St. George or to cover that increase from the Verceia Tracciolino . Routes that today I would advise in spite of the valley. Too bad ... really a great pity.
Departure altitude: 316 m
Arrival altitude: 1,304 m Difference
second Gipsy: approximately 1,200 m
Total time, including stops: 7 h 30 m
km covered: 22 about
Do not think, little man, to be who knows who, because before you were born I was already there and when you no longer exist I'll be there again (The Mountain)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

How To Remove Formaldehye Smell

febrero



more love in keeping me grounded


eventually
February rains from the fingers of those who have found a street rod
people
I always recommend
signed but not on the walls of the overpass
are tired of the dreams die
term projects
enhance my perspective
avoid falling
clinging to the rituals of washing
teeth clench
attached to the days of an Italy
who chose Botox





Monday, February 28, 2011

How Much Electric Does A Fan Use A Day

Monte Barbarossa - 2148 m / Monte Pizzul - 2.119 m - February 26, 2011


I will spare you for organizing this out ... Luke was forced to live out a small part, but Andrea is my friend and even if it is so complicated I'm so happy that you decided to come to the mountain today.
Despite everything ... despite what has happened to him personally and then that we do not tell, will he, if he will want to talk about it.
The fact is that we leave the choice to him and pulls out this Cimetta Bergamo. I can tell, I see that it is feasible, I see that they even climb the other day that, even with avalanche 3, we decide to go. To bad that we stop going to be leaving the hill crest.
The weather forecast is not much, patience. The difference is not much of that patience. The fee does not amount to much, never mind. The company, however, is fantastic and this is enough for me to make your day unique.
Meeting in Bione, where they are recognized and greeted by one of the madmen who were at dinner at Refuge Lecco (remember that madness just before Christmas?) And so that part.
Stop Teveno coffee and arrive to find the starting point. Turn the country far and wide with Andrea, who guides us to the football field where there is a small parking lot. There are already 4 or 5 cars ... but we do not have time to still come out of the car that car ... and again ... and again ... there are ... must get to park elsewhere. There are huge! We did not expect, it's Saturday, is a locking line ... but it is very popular.
we go. It's cold. The day is spectacular, there's a cloud in the sky ... but did not have to be ugly? Chatting
climb. Andrea you have further questions for him this year is the first Excursion and stops to look at the map does not relying on tracks. I leave him to do, I prefer to be quiet.
Stop banana and then we got out of the woods. Now that the temperature is pleasant, the view extends from the mountains that are coming into my desired (Redorta, Coca, Fireplace, Cimon of Bagozza ...)
putting on snowshoes between the 2 Huts and continue the climb in the middle of the ski mountaineers. There are many people to be Saturday. I know Andrea and I do not hurry, let him continue with his pace reassured by the fact that there is always someone around.
Meanwhile, try to understand what is our top. While we understand that we approach them is to the left ... crest with a very inviting. Most ski mountaineers stop someone on the crest of the hill but you see it. Beginning to think that Andrew will not make that ridge. I wait for him one last time: Andrea, you are comfortable with your step ... please! I glance over the phone, it takes, I start with Luca and the hill.
arrive and look at the crest gosh if it is steep! :)
increasingly convinced that Andrea did not rise from here start to go along with Luke, who is waiting for me, helps me, encourages me. We leave the snowshoes at the base of the steep climb. Very steep in places close to 40 ° (and hence why the F), but keeps the snow like a dream. It takes little, despite the effort, to climb the peak. Let the channel from which the ski mountaineers daring to fall after climbing the ridge skis.
We are alone, call Andrea on top of that is before us. Want to go here? I ask. No. All right, then wait for us to reach you.
We enjoy a few minutes for the top, do a little 'photo and then go down. The snow is spectacular and you go down well, although I'm not fast.
arrive and go up the hill from Andrea. Luca offered to accompany him on top, leaving the backpacks of the hill.
Excellent! I think I met, and I try to convince my partner. No, none of it: (
What can I say ... Once we had the same objectives, are now receding but this does not mean that we can not, however, still enjoy a nice walk together.
chewed something, and we are preparing to descend.
insist once again for the top and having had a refusal yet go down.
The snow is beautiful, the sun very much, but so hot!
Descent quiet, skiers are now almost all gone. We remove the snowshoes shortly after the Lower Hut. Now we are almost always in the shade (thankfully!) And the snow keeps well.
machine.
Gelato.
House.
I know, is not an incredible trip, but I'm happy. I'm glad for the day on the mountain in the snow, I'm glad for the crest and the top, I'm glad to have been with Andrew and Luke and I'm glad Andrea is finally back in the mountains ... even though I really fear for him is the last Output: (
We met thanks to the mountain and our friendship has grown thanks to her. Now we will keep cmq, although there will be no more mountains, but I'm really disappointed because certainly does not deserve a waiver so peremptory .
Departure altitude: 1,134 m
Arrival altitude: 2,148 m Difference
second Gipsy: approximately 1,050 m
Full time, including stops: 6 h 15 m
km traveled: about 10
not believe it, little man, to be who knows who, because before you were born I was already there and when you no longer exist I still I'll be there (The Mountain)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

What Causes Pedal Oedema

Mambretti Refuge - 2.004 m - February 23, 2011 San Martin


Sitting in my kitchen before the tart with orange marmalade and Muscat are discussing what to do. Feather
the night we decided to go walking tomorrow, there is only so much wind ... wind!
Mario keeps us company tonight but only actively participates in choice when it comes out of the hut Mambretti agree with Julian that the area is really beautiful. I recommend it.
I swallow a toad does not make the top and that's fine, I trust my friends and accept the proposal and now on, all to bed!
Appointment usual Bione, Ristop usual breakfast and then down to Sondrio. We realize now that the wind is high and therefore we should not be much wrong then the goal.
arrive near the dam, go up a bit with the car yet, but we stopped at the bridge, put on your boots and we move to Agnedo where, in summer and by special permission, you can 'get with the machine .
I do not feel too fit today ... I still complain ... I'm excited because I know that Julian is fast ... but no, it is this: are not fit and just.
So much so that we get about an hour and a half to get to the dam.
And ... surprise here, but I here there are already!
I remember writing in that gallery ... but I'm quiet. Also because it was raining a lot ... but so much .... BUT BOTH! That memory is not text, for me it is still a new area.
We talk to the guards, asking the keys to the shelter just to look at (the time it will stay up there we will not even turn on the stove and knows, this season is colder inside and out!) and discovered that the track will find it only to Alpe Caronno, then nothing ...
Eh ... it will be hard to come up! It 'so much snow fall and there, with that delivered will be hard ... you arrive at the refuge ...
Those who continue to be discouraged is the undaunted guard: who wants company and lead us to stop them?
Well ... do not know Julian, who in fact does much attention to what is said and continued. I
behind.
I must be honest: today, very well behaved boy! He held my hand, I was encouraged at the beginning ... Yes, because nonostate is now a bit 'of time we know he has not yet realized that they are VERY slow ... slow carburetor ... but then I get my rhythm going.
In fact, you realize, just out of the woods, which are no longer enough business difficulties and proceed towards the goal.
As planned, after the Alpe tracks are gone ... we have to beat the beat track ... He touched the runway. Like a good hiking companion at some point I asked him if he wanted a change. As a good companion for trips I said no:)
When the snow was plentiful, powdery, 40 to 50 cm of soft snow where it sank and the slope was beautiful ripido, riuscivo a stargli davvero attaccata, al punto che ogni tanto inciampavo nelle sue ciaspole.
Quando poi abbiamo dovuto superare una slavina, quindi neve dura e irregolare … povera me … ma alla fine siamo saliti, abbiamo scollinato … ed eccola li, la piccola bomboniera del Rifugio Mambretti!
E' davvero in una posizione incantevole … peccato solo che non si veda il Redorta, uno dei miei nuovi tormentoni di quest'anno :)
La porta è semisommersa, Giuliano si mette al lavoro e dopo pochi minuti riusciamo ad entrare a dare un'occhiatina e a mettere il nostro adesivo sulla porta.
Usciamo di nuovo, per fermarci qualche minuto al sole. Siamo stati repaired enough by the wind, but here a little 'go and it's really cold!
We see two ski mountaineers who had before (we saw the tracks, have diverted to the bridge), which are rising in the channel Brumone.
We decide to go down. We know that you do not eat with Julie (dear grace that I was allowed the banana just before the dam!)
Now you feel the icy wind. Although the windproof jacket I miss my shell, I miss the hood when I shut completely when this air blows so cold but I do not think the case of stopping to cover myself. It should not last long in this situation to grit my teeth and go forward.
When I stop the chill descends to tighten the boots, then suddenly sunny and sheltered, and even a few minutes we stop for a drink and put your teeth a little bit of cake made yesterday evening.
The Lord of the dam is there waiting for us. He has a great desire to make 4 but we can not stop talking a lot.
I try to get off quickly, because if we get down early you could make a jump in the canteen of Mello's
But out of the woods, get on the road, not take it anymore. I take a great fatigue. I struggle, I am sorry but a big toe with the goal of a drug grit my teeth and go on. I finally
permission (he he he) to remove the sticks and then ... I run down! Ah .... that pleasure! Here you do not slip or sinks, is a way they do with the jeep so you can go fast so much so that Julian compliments:)
We arrive at the machine.
No ... we do not have time to go to the store ... ...
Sgrunt to have known before ...
:)
Stop jelly however, a paninetto and ice cream.
House.
Shower
Isi
JELLY!
Departure altitude: 1,034 m
Arrival altitude: 2,004 m Difference
second Gipsy: approximately 1,000 m
Total time, including stops: 6 h 45 m
km traveled: about 15
not believe it, little man, to be who knows who, because before you were born I was already there and when you no longer exist I'll be there again (The Mountain)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Safari Invitation Wording

Ring (Square Hut) - 767 m - February 19, 2011 - Ascent Tecett - Descent Pizzetti


difficult week. Despite the expected time do not feel very nice to go away.
the proposals we arrive. What do I do? I'm so indecisive when I leave the choice to fate, I put just a prop: I do not drive more than an hour alone.
And so it ends, as I had already thought of this week, I'll go alone close to home. Better that way, not in the mood for entertaining. Then people get tired ... or ... if you do not understand the snout is better to be with yourself, the limit on one or two friends but nothing more.
not going away I get up quietly, calmly eating (Isi and I), fixing things at home, prepare the backpack and go.
Where? To see this trail is a loop that I am thinking for some time. I think I know where the path connecting the two points and I'm not worried even equipped to do the path downhill. Only
only sad and inconsolable. The day is amazing ... and I'm here instead of 200 m to 2000
Vabbeh, I keep saying, there will be more beautiful day when my head will work better.
Today I took the camera "bigger" and which, for the report, I thought of the photos with a description as to write here how to get there is a landslide.
As for the trail, I have not found much. If I do a lot better the ranking of Pizzetti Tecett. Both paths are kept really well, but the section on Tecett (moooooooooooolto longer) does not have as much room. We are always on the SS36 and rumore delle macchine si sente sempre in sottofondo. Il bosco è piuttosto sporco e stona davvero con il sentiero sempre ben tracciato.
Sempre ben tracciato: c'è solo un punto dove mi sono guardata in giro un po' perché non trovavo dove continuava.
E' inoltre una sorta si saliscendi, visto che attraversa il costone.
La discesa dai Pizzetti non è stata complicata. Ho usato a volte le catene ma solo come sicurezza.
Insomma, un anello senza infamia e senza lode.
Avevo voglia di farlo e l'ho fatto.
Non so se lo rifarei.
Una gitarella da mezza giornata.
Poi sono andata a fare la turista a Mandello. Una delusione … da quello I was told that the town I was expecting something more.
And then ... the ice cream to console Introbio (which seems to be the only ice cream parlor opened this season!), The good ... as always!
Isi ... then home ... and as someone has expressed a desire to see my big cat ... here it is!





Departure altitude: 240 m
Arrival altitude: 767 m
second Gipsy Gradient: 670 m about
Total time, including stops: 4 h 20 m
Km covered: about 7
not believe piccolo uomo, di essere chi sa chi, perché prima che tu nascessi io già c'ero e quando tu non esisterai più io ancora ci sarò (La Montagna)

Monday, February 14, 2011

Of Mossberg & Sons 195 12 Gage 2 3/4

Chilchalphorn - 3.040 m - February 12, 2011


La mail di Ewuska parla di una gita con Francesco, il mio primo 3.000 dell'anno.
Perché no? Inoltre ci eravamo fatte un programmino … ma come si sa, Ewuska ed io non dobbiamo programmare.
La gita che pensavamo per pochi intimi viene pubblicata su Hikr con la proposta di un raduno.
Acc … non è che sia entusiasta! Ma ormai non mi posso più tirare indietro.
Dico subito che ne sono stata felicissima di non tirarmi indietro, scanso equivoci. E poi, quando ho visto che partecipavano anche Grandemago e Lella non ho avuto alcun dubbio: si va!
Mentre per il programmino delle donzelle, ci si sono messe le previsioni meteo avverse a farmi tirare indietro a fermare il mio we al solo sabato.
Alla fine la partecipazione è massiccia, avrò l'opportunità di conoscere un sacco di Hikriani che per il momento conosco solo per le loro relazioni.
Ovviamente per noi la mattina inizia in modo rocambolesco: arrivo in dogana e Aldo è li. Ma non Luca. E' strano … di solito siamo in anticipo entrambi. Iniziamo a salire al bar quando arriva la telefonata: sono in ritardo a causa di un incidente.
Va bene, non c'è problema. Prendiamo un caffè, andiamo in bagno e appena usciti dal bar ecco Luca tutto trafelato. “Tranquillo!” Se vediamo che siamo in ritardo mandiamo gli altri avanti e noi saliremo dopo! Cerco di tranquillizzarlo ma non c'è niente da fare, alla fine arriviamo perfettamente puntuali all'appuntamento :)
In macchina ho lasciato davanti Grandemago … e ho fatto male. Alla fine ho dovuto far fermare la macchina e fare cambio con il risultato che poi ci ho messo un sacco di tempo a riprendermi e l'inizio della salita piuttosto veloce per i miei standard non mi ha aiutato.
Cmq, torniamo alla cronaca. Saluti. Non chiedo i nomi, tanto non li ricorderei.
Ewuska shows Amedeo ... I'm so happy! He found a way and tonight she gets home ... I feel a little less guilty:)
changes us and we go. Without the ready way and the result is that Max has left behind. Fortunately, the phone takes, call Cristina and the bottom of the group lingers for waiting.
I stay a little 'bad for the ginning of the group, I would have preferred, at least initially, go together but I try not to make a break and I loiter with Grandemago, Lella and Luke.
arrive for the last alp, where we first stop.
's not a question of having arrived last, is that those who are not party Grandemago and saw that they were still bustling with manciucchiare Lella, so they are left behind.
I kept turning to see if it came, but to no avail.
head trip and I was not, I repeat, I did not want to break the bales, so I'm holding my concerns and I have continued to rise, chatting with whoever happened within my reach:)
Luke is with me and that comforts me . I know I'll be around all day and are so quiet.
Climb the gully, but others have chosen other avenues to us this seems the best way.
By now we are 3 or 4, the others have disappeared. I'm so happy I almost do not have to submit to the step of anyone:)
arrive ahead of the summit, Francis began to be concerned about the tail of the group and tries to contact the "tail" with the phone.
look at the top. Luca leads me: I go straight up.
Well, the answer, I'll see you at the top.
I repeated his intentions.
Finally I understand: I am proposing is to follow.
Mmmmhhhhh .... I look at the top, look at the slope that he wants to go, I look at the slope that run the other ... I have little doubt: go to the steep!
I take off my snowshoes and follow Luke. If I remember correctly, we also follow Bertic and Francis, plus some other ski mountaineer. In fact
There's nothing complicated, too steep, too icy or too snowy. In short, it's just steep and it is really so hard!
Exhausted, I accept the proposal to bring Luke to the cake that I have in the backpack; Grignone obviously, with the malaise of the car in the morning, left their mark. The backpack weighs, so much, and when I feel it means that they are so heavy with fruit.
Luke comforts me and assures me that I get to the top. Is close to me so I feel morally and quiet again. I go with the backpack lighter and better as the summit approaches I pass even fatigue.
Eventually we get together with those who took the turn off so I guess che o non eravamo troppo lontani oppure il giro era molto più lungo. Scendendo poi mi rendo conto che il giro non deve essere stato poi cosi lungo per cui alla fine vince la prima ipotesi: non eravamo troppo distanti.
No, non è ansia da prestazione. E' che ho in mente delle mete, ho dei progetti che se non mi alleno per bene, sia come dislivello che come tempistica, non posso realizzare.
Arriviamo. E' bellissimo! La giornata calda ci permette una sosta molto lunga in cima.
Fraternizziamo con un gruppo di sci alpinisti con cui, tanto per cambiare, mi metto a chiacchierare.
Intanto penso a Lella. Mi sento in colpa. Se l'aspettavo sarebbe salita con me invece mi è arrivata la voce che lei, Aldo and Henry stop. But
Lella is a myth! Gradually, following in our footsteps, comes smiling! I run to hug her! I'm really happy! At the end we are in the top 13, missing Henry and Aldo to which we devote our victuals.
So we have: 2 cakes
a pie
a bottle of red wine
a huge salami
a whole wheel of cheese cutting board and knife
complete kit so that ski mountaineers known top take us around: where is the pasta?
Photo Rite, to them, to us, put together 13 people is not easy and I do not hold back here: I'm a guard dog and I go around collecting all the sheep to pose.
Pero 'I finally reached my goal: a beautiful photo of the top!
But it's time to get down, 2 of us are waiting for us down.
By Luke decide to get off the direct path, steep but much faster.
Ewuska and Amedeo face: no, it's too steep. They were on snowshoes, crampons us.
go down quickly, and certainly much earlier than the others. We reach the 2 (and Billie) and expect everyone to come. It lacks
2.
chat.
still lacking 2 until someone says we expect the Alpe.
Well, get ready and get out. And we discover that it is only an idea, we're not sure. Eventually Cristina called Max and find out they are still up. They're fine, everything is fine, then Alpe appointment.
Luke and I have yet crampons. Everything's fine until a few tens of meters from the Alps.
And then the madness ... hole up hole ... I scared for those suffering a knee ... feet! But finally we come and we sit and wait for the last, munching, chatting, taking photographs.
I'd love to have a photo together, but I'm the only one to think so, why do not you ... Aw, Snap!
Descent. The last piece is always the ugliest, most obnoxious, the longest.
Ewuska I chat with, trying to organize our summer gitarella on Rosa and so we do not realize that we go down the country.
reuse lose:) but since the town houses are 2 and 4 find the car stalls.
time to change, wait until the last, to discuss whether or not to stop for a beer but then for us the road is long, we decided to greet everyone here.
What a day ... spectacular!
A big thanks to all!

Departure altitude: 1,650 m
Arrival altitude: 3,040 m
second Gipsy Difference: 1420 m about
Total time, including stops: 8 h 30 m
km traveled: about 10

not believe it, little man, to be who knows who, because before you were born I was already there and when you no longer exist I'll be there again (The Mountain)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Leopard Gecko Tip Of Tongue Is Red

Grigna m 2409 North Via Comolli by winter - February 9, 2011

Fatta.


Departure altitude: 800 m
Arrival altitude: 2,410 m Difference
second Gipsy: approximately 1,600 m
Total time, including stops: 7 h 15 m
km traveled: about 12
not believe it, little man, to be who knows who, because before you were born I was already there and when you no longer exist I'll be there again ( The Mountain)
Here, my report was to be only this.
Then something happened worthy of being told, so here is the "tail".
I'm on, sitting on the bench outside the Brioschi, all happy because they just found a Labrador that was 5 days in a hole (is it true? But they really found: I saw it!) and because it took me "only" 3 ½ hours to climb, pull me without the neck.
lift up my eyes.
Hello Hello
As if we had gathered. It seemed normal
seeing them ... one that came from Piancaformia, the other dall'invernale. It seemed normal
propose the tour: to make you feel 1,600 m of descent? Then I'll take you to get the car to Cainallo
... Who was he?