Fork of Piz Sagron II (Keeping the Marten)
We go with the skins, my friend and I ALE, direction Sasso off. Out of the woods, where in summer the big Pietroni a recent posting makes the street rather sinuous and irregular, we proceed now blissfully on a wavy surface of hard snow and just dusted with fresh snow, soft and pleasant.
cutting the slope-as-usual for cross country skiing right now and now on the left, ALE asks me what are those footprints, which cut after cut cross our director. Silhouettes of legs, paired with each other but staggered and positioned to over a meter from each other: Marten! In the race.
After some "polished" explanation of the alleged enormities of jumps of the marten, we address the ski tips to the fork of the Piz, clinging to the edges that support us (almost) perfectly on the slopes really hardened by the cold night.
After some challenging cross we are on the head of the canyon that leads to the fork. First, the base of the canyon, a large and regular permits to operate with confidence while rife a strange snow that sometimes calms down, reassuring. The fork is sometimes set against a bright sky or even peaceful, sometimes disappears, confused, in the fog.
As you climb the operating space is getting smaller and we are sharing it (again) ... .. with the Marten!
That veil of fresh snow reveals the secrets of the inhabitants of the mountain and we take advantage, we recently developed human senses, to try to understand how animals manage the land and their lives. But the most striking demonstrations of practices that can cause discomfort if we discover that the animal should not be doing what we would expect him to do. Yes, because travel and travel throughout the length of a channel of snow and rock sterilized for reasons other than just the fun or the pursuit of vainglory - certainly not shared drives with sable-at least for us is inexplicable.
At one point, the slope has been done so steep and unstable snow we took the skis to proceed on foot, and Marten always ahead of us! A pisciatina here, a turnaround there, a passage at grade of a rock and then off again, always aiming for rolled up without weights and ridiculous shoes. 
