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Promenade ski mountaineering - Tour of the fork of the Piz-Sagron

" Promenade ski mountaineering

- Tour of the fork of the Piz-Sagron

Here are some pictures of the "walk" made me ski mountaineering on March 15, 2007.

Departure: Passo Cereda

Arrival: Passo Cereda

Life "walk": 3,5-4 hours

It 's a known but unusual route by Primiero. It also carries summer and is soooo beautiful.

In winter it is essential to ensure the stability of the snow.

Although called walk, a path is rather technical and requires a good ability to read the first snow and a good mastery of skiing.

From Step take it towards Hut Fossetta and once reached, follow the path to Step Palughét (table at the start of grazing in the upper left corner)

The Fork Piz, once you reach the Palughét, is shown at the left top of the homonymous identifiable rising.

Forecella The Piz is reached by descending a steep gully which is located a hundred meters to the left of the pass in an easterly direction (towards the Pale Garofolo, following the ridge of the mountain pines), through the duct is raggiungel'alta Giasinozza val. Hence, in about half an hour to get to the fork of the Piz Sagron.

On 15 March, on the walls to the left fork Piz, waving and singing the beautiful Wallcreeper.

The descent to the canyon is pretty easy, of course, is essential to ensure the stability of the snow!

arrived in the vicinity of the first mountain pines, you should turn left and quickly extricating himself among the beech trees pointing upward Fratton far to reach the forest road which joins in that which brings us back to Passo Cereda and already traveled the first leg.

climb to the Passo del Palughét




Arriving at Palughet materializes Piz



Piz Piz fork of the Sagron Palughét




Fork Piz



Going to Fork Piz




Fork of Piz Sagron


View from the fork to the Piz and Sagron Agordino



Descent from the fork to Sagron

What Happens If I Drink A Bottle Of Scope

SIMPLY ... NERONE!
(inverted hemispheres)

Once upon a time, in the middle of a clearing in a dense and dark woods, the

... ... ... NO!
One can not begin this way, a story about ... CEDRONE.

CEDRONE: fluffy animal, turkey, chicken breast, thigh, bone fork, dark, TELIP-TELEP, FLAP-FLAP AND CRACK!

Mah!
... ... fades the battery, "said G. softly to my friend, while tricky in the dark and lacking in solidarity with the silence necessary, another branch broke beneath our feet, causing the characteristic sharp sound, so dear to Cedrone, which was instantly alarmed. Rather

... ... ... ...
could hit the sky, if clear sky in spring, it makes you feel trapped in a fishbowl, and where, far from the lights that normalize the urban system, as the constellations they tell you your As ...

Mmmm ... hard to decide ...
Perhaps so:
between science and poetry, sweating, cold and hassle, in the spring when I am in the early morning in the dark to wait for the Cedrone:

A person appears!
Paaablooo!?
What are you doing here, Pablo?
Dream or are simply hanging in the balance between day and night, between the forest and the limbo?
Where do you go out? Maybe that hole between the stones communicates with the Andes and the afterlife?
I almost slip there too!
Devil! is written (in English) ONE WAY! They are cut off! But
Pablo!
This is no place for you, you were wrong, you have confused the meridians and parallels twisted, you have to do it all!
too, I do it all, I have out of my mind these broad leaves dripping, slimy and these endless vines and the flowers too big, exaggerated to be our own. I must run away from this tropical forest where the drops are transformed into green emeralds and the phallic attributes in snakes!
I look at my watch, but I see only a slight ripple ... ... ...! What a joke this morning ...

things of this world, not to believe. I mentioned
Pablo! Provo
invented this formula instantly rearrange things:

"clear black feathers and pens, pens
hard and soft feathers, beak, and greedy
red eyebrows,
fighting force and equal eye."

Devil !
seems to work!

parallels and meridians are recompose and large conifers show again their sharp silhouettes.

I realize now;
to evoke the image of Pablo synergy image between Condor and Cedrone!
affinity between the two?
In the dark of night, why not?

"I am the condor flight
about you that you walk, and suddenly

in a round of wind, feather, claws, assault
you and raise you in a cyclone
hissing
cold stormy.

In my tower of snow,
to my black hole,
bear you, and live alone, and you cover yourself in feathers, and
flights over the world,
motionless on high.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "

(Pablo Neruda, The condor)

Curtains To Go With Dark Green Carpet

Interviews in search of the identity of our plants





Antonio Salvadori (Tonino)
Location of the survey and interview

Matiuz - Casere, June 18, 2003 I planted

= Plantago sp. Plantain
Strafoi = Trifolium sp. Clover
Djegol = alpinum Laburnum, Laburnum
Fiuda = Peucedanum ostruthium
Bertonega = If the spachea Falze
Bisigagn = Anti swelling
Slavatha = Rumex sp.; Cow tongue
Spin = Cirsium - Cardus, Cardo
Aorosch = Veratrum album, veratrum
sparasi = Aruncus sylvestris, wild asparagus
Sanzan = Salvia pratensis, Salvia wild
Gràsola = Chenopodium Bonus-Henricus, Dear Henry, wild spinach
Pan of mountain = Carlina acaulis
chicory Composite = yellow (not classified)
Slavàtha = Petasites albus, Butterbur
Sedol = Rumex acetosella, sorrel
Sonai = Trollius europeus, Botton gold
de Coda Music = Equisetum sp. horsetail, horsetail
Coca = Lilium bulbiferum, red lily, lily of St. John
Garnétole = Vaccinium vitis-idaea; Mirtillo rosso
Scìarandèi = Rubus saxatilis,Rovo erbaiolo
Fave = Senecio alpinus
Sopìn = Colchicum autumnale, Colchico (aspetto primaverile)
Belladonna = Paris quadrifolia
Aonèr = Alnus incana, Ontano bianco
Sacolèter = Salix eleagnos, S. purpurea
Coca selvàrega * = Lilium martagon, Giglio martagone
Théseroi = Vicia sp
Théser = Pisello
Arcàdene = Felci
Bitches = Lonicera sp.
Honeysuckle Cornàtha = Clematis alpina, Clematis alpina
Cariéch = Carum carvi, cumin
Radis doltha = Polipodium vulagare, sweet fern
Timo = Timus sp.
Timo = elder Sambucus sp. Elderberry






Erminio and Maria Salvadori
June 18, 2003


Belùdola = Calistegia sp. Bindweed
Verthen * = Stellaria sp. (Checked) =
Valeriana Valeriana officinalis, Valeriana
Arnica = Arnica montana, Arnica
Cantarel = Rhinanthus sp. (.. If 'at the Jack in NDEA Siege)
Tabac selvarech = Verbascum sp.
Fior head of malady * = mezereum Daphne, flower stick
Luth = Crocus albiflorus
Galet = Primula veris
Pissa mus = Primula powdery
Stus candles = Soldanella sp.
Fraga = Fragaria vesca, Strawberry
Ruosi = Rosa sp., Rosa home
Mùliga = Rubus idaeus, Raspberry
Giàsena mirtyllus = Vaccinium, Blueberry
Viligoi = classified
Pagògna = Viburnum lantana, Lantana Leucojum
Campanèle = vernum, Snowdrop



Marcon
Imelda Pante, July 18, 2003


Fior dele Noithe * = Lilium martagon, Turk's cap lily
Pugnoi = Mentha sp. Menta
Strope which = Rosa canina, Rosa sp.
Wild Rose Ducamara = Solanum sp. Dulcamara
Bodis * = mezereum Daphne, BU stick
Régie de lior = Silene dioica, Silene
Arcaden * = Pteridium aquilinum, bracken fern
Sfelth * = Ferns
Théntivèl * Intivel, Entivel = Stellaria sp.
Sposèi = Galinsoga ciliata
Aj = selvaréch Alium sp.
Garlic

The species marked asterisk are those whose dialect is two different interpretations. In the case of Turk's cap lily the version given by Imelda seems the most realistic but should be checked. Interesting is the rating given by Imelda always on the ferns. According to him only the fern is called Arcaden, all others are identified with the generic Sfelth. Actually fern comes from the morphological point of view very different from the others as branches.

Small Piece Of Corian Countertop

About Mis-Sagron: trying to understand what drives us to choose to live in balance on a pinhead

talking about Sagron of Mis-what I have to admit not be immediate. It is not subject, as sometimes happens, around which, in a spontaneous and instinctive is able to weave such comments go met; essential ideas, direct, useful to capture the essence and the spirit of things.
Maybe talk about Antarctica or deep sea of \u200b\u200bgrass, the Celts or the Ainu Japanese might be something more affordable for foreign elements to the concept of "Endocosmo" would say Fosco Maraini. If
endocosmo mean everything that gravitates, in fact, orbit, inside of our mind as an expression of personality due to aggregation of various experiences, our physical environment is of paramount importance and if the physical environment that welcomes us is the same that we saw the birth and growth, this becomes crucial importance, and probably a major impact on objectivity. At first glance, this prevents your thoughts and run with it to let them roam in the folds of those things piled form the soul almost Feltrosa "of a place.
The soul of a place tells you certainly do not draw up a list of its affairs and events. Historical research is certainly fascinating science that with regard to our little corner (I'm not going to call Sagron-Mis ....) Was not even that study, but is part of a different way than what I would like to tell , which will certainly be part of and .... shamelessly biased!
What is the present appearance of this corner of the world? What place is in society? What are the thoughts of those who live there? Where we started, but also where you go?

(I hope that the reader knows at least part of the reality of this area).

Turning the world, spontaneously manipulate the tiles to remember that our brain carefully bundled and placed where the safe was believed to complement the images of that moment, and thereby making a comparison, an evaluation to find, as is done in some games puzzles differences.
In poor countries, the reality is miserable-it says the same adjective-but the reality is true and pure, where economic conditions, human situations, landscape, go hand in hand, are complementary, are the result of the indissoluble historical moment, the 'subsistence economy forge people and at the same time shape the landscape. Everything is closely related through strong relationships of cause and effect.
Megacities Western as well as those of the East shows the opposite face of our cards and compare it with our corner of the ever changing realities of modernity, where billions of other tiles, variously bonded, create one with that reality as real and present where human activities are reflected in a tissue Urban propagatosi the basis of certain interests. Again, the reality is contingent, as a container for the Megatown expression of humanity today.
In the midst of all this, a gradient of regression in many facets all the rest of the planet, with its memories full of tiles, to compare its extremes.

As I see my corner?

If we separate, as we did above, the container, ie the Civitas, the social context from which it emerged, the result is a kind of bulb, still partially full inside, but hanging in space, where the inhabitants and their seem disconnected from the surrounding tiles, no longer related to the initial project that has shaped our container. If
, to give shape to our container, have contributed over the past centuries, hordes of coal, handling of miners, stubborn work the land reclaimed from the dense forest, and if these are our ancestors, we, now, what we are doing here?
What are we doing in a container designed especially located in a geographical context of center compared to the economic activities of today, far from the crossroads that stimulate the existence, side to real life that puts you in the circle with the company today, with the new trends in art and culture, with opportunities of any kind they are.
What is the purpose of remaining to give substance to this container without ties to the surrounding environment, mining has run out decades ago and there will be little hope for his recovery either the short or never; cultivation forest is not more practical and general satisfaction here, no one could live only for wood, not to mention agriculture mountain that is pure folklore or herd doped transfers from provincial and community.

Why then fill these spaces out of time, remaining as objects left on the track, from a caravan that is constantly moving?
How many examples of those who have followed the flow, current, going elsewhere in search of opportunities, lifeblood, just in case any cross from the Alps to the Apennine mountain environment to run into ghost towns, just leave ... home! Everything could be solved
Fosco Maraini quoting again: "The more a thing is simple and is more refined, but not of Simplicity the first type, that is, who their steps back to the simple, but that of the second type, that is the one who comes to having a simple path around the circumference of the complicated. "
We, the inhabitants dell'angolino, content of the vacuum, we will be the first or the second type? We will be the deep thinkers, for intellectuals, architects of life, poets, or stupid louts from chromosomes convoluted, and returned, ax in hand at the beginning of our little plot?
At this I can not answer. Or maybe I do not want to answer? Perhaps
answer as well.