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GO TO THE MOUNTAINS, MY WAY

LONG LIVE THE SLOW TRAVEL

shelters

Kugy Citing the teacher, "you can not really claim to know a mountain if thou hast ever slept on."

marry in all this theory, which has the honor to summarize different aspects of the way: first of all, slow. When you get up at dawn, you ride a couple of hours of busy streets or highways, walking with difficulty for five or six hours, maybe you fall in line, to make a miserable day off and then back to work 's Next day, we do not really a good service.

Slowness is relative of awareness and gives the privilege of knowledge: if you go too fast, it captures the risk of exploit and take advantage of the world that cross, returning home more bewildered than before. I know, we are all more or less hectic times of prisoners and pressing commitments, I first, and then far be it from me the arrogance of hope rhythms and ways of life hardly practicable; good Kugy was a wealthy heiress, who could afford the luxury not to work and hire a handful of villagers to act as his porters and a guide for any up and down the mountain range in the habit of exploring sting. Those who must work to maintain and maybe even take family is better than it put his mind at rest: days and days of alpine crossings sleeping under the stars are a luxury that can not afford, if not in the shriveled peridium holiday, in which, perhaps, legitimately expects some more comfort.

But there is no room in the city for twenty thesis and absolute white of snow, steep paths and challenges of stubborn frost, along paths that disappear, swallowed up by snow, and you need to find trusting only yourself and your ability to read and translate signals imperceptible. In the city there is no need to predict the evolution of time, in the mountains is a necessity. You do not have to worry about how many resources you have left and how many hours of light continue to recover the good way, lost to work around a canyon with snow gear. There's adventure, city, or how to really compete with themselves, with hunger, cold and fatigue. For this go to the mountains and can sleep up there to immerse themselves in a dimension of simplicity, in the daily life there expropriation.

summary: slow, knowledge, essential. We all right, so why not try? Why not treat yourself every now and then a brief period of a couple of days of crossing routes, with an overnight stop in a shelter? We will again look at life in his eyes, refocusing the right targets.
But now, notice pistolotti of the sociology of the mountain and return to fly low.

sleep at high altitude has only advantages and few drawbacks: they break trips, and so it may take time to savor the slower tracks as they deserve, you can watch spectacular sunrises and sunsets, and enjoy the starry skies free of light pollution; you have the opportunity to share with strangers simple pleasures like a hot soup or a cold beer, and perhaps unexpected encounters that will remain etched in time, then one experiences that do not wash, for once, it's not the end of the world and that it is important to know how much more direct and get to know their strength and determination. But

snoring and sleep in dorm night we've got them a few inches from your ears, no possibility to isolate. You can sleep little and badly, though dead tired, but once is not appropriate to make a play, given that it is rewarded by many other satisfactions. For many, the lack of privacy is a concern, but it is very easy to make friends, or just share experiences and information.

It 's true, there are hardships, but the balance is largely positive.

So let's start!

shelters, both private and CAI are usually open from late June to late September. In the Dolomites and in nearby Slovenia many shelters are open even in the winter and this is due to the great culture of hiking in these areas all year.

How can I find? Guide to print, web and word of mouth: you are spoiled for choice. After choosing a destination and then the shelter that could accommodate, it is difficult to obtain the phone number and check the situation: the refuge is open? There are no beds available? what is the status of snow and the trails? Usually the managers are trained and can provide all the necessary information.

What to expect from a shelter? Well, here it opens up a world: the three areas I know best are the region, Slovenia and the Dolomites. I regret to say, but at home the shelters offer less favorable conditions: they are strictly closed except in summer, apart from exceptions that can be counted on the fingers of one hand, the hospitality is often lacking. I happened to get soaking wet after a full day of walking in the rain and the manager of a refuge, for decency I will not mention, has refused to light the fire for drying clothes and limbs, with the excuse that he did not want " waste "wood. I wonder what to sip fuel, since it could not be used for anything other than a fire in a horrendous day of bad weather with a temperature of 5 degrees. Another bad experience has made a wonderful trip to a pasture managed in a kind of nightmare, because of the deplorable rudeness and arrogance by an evil manager.

There are many exceptions, of course, where the managers are competent, efficient and make you feel at home. Of all the courses I will mention, where I arrived one evening a few years ago under the Flood: the dining room a bright fire was burning and the operator, while recovering from a fever and a fall resulting in a sprained knee, however, turned the tables presenting to all guests and asking for news of the excursions planned for the next day.

In Slovenia, the music is different: the shelters are a constant of the mountains across the border are essential but there is always the need, many are also open during the winter, most often in the peridium holidays and weekends, and the hospitality is always pleasant. Finally, and it does not hurt, even in the face of essential services, prices are considerably reduced. But the Slovenians are big walkers, so you'll always find them quite crowded and the risk in high season, is not to find vacancies. Always better to ask in advance, almost all part of the reserve beds for reservations, otherwise we have the principle "first come, first served".

The Dolomites are a separate chapter, including with regard to the shelters, many may confuse 3-star hotel with the comfort level that have, in spite of essentiality. The beauty of the mountains means that they are always located in scenic places and very impressive. As just one example, the refuge Alimonta Brenta Dolomites offers hot showers and great facilities, dormitories with "real" quilts and even bedrooms for two people, a room is always on the living room and kitchen hand. It is not the only one that offers many delights, the average level is still very high and prices are appropriate: a half-board is about 40 € (2009), hot shower separately. However, it is not much, if you think about the privilege of sleeping on the most beautiful mountains the world. Dolomite, very popular even in winter, many refugees who manage to solve the problem of supply of running water, lie even in the cold months, on the occasion of Christmas and other times when the influx of tourists, so you can enjoy the luxury of a ski mountaineering expedition or snowshoeing in the middle of February.

And now, what you put in your backpack if you plan to stay in the refuge? Of course, all that you have already planned for a day trip. For the rest, only a few ideas on the essential, considering that it is not my advice, but sharing personal experiences.

bag sheet you can not do without: do not sleep on the bare mattress on the respect for others and for obvious reasons of hygiene.

Then headlamp: the vast majority of refugees is dark at night, or because the generators are turned off, or because they are powered by solar panels and energy must be balanced. You can also use a common cell battery (which is charged!), But the advantage of hands-free move is indisputable.

to sleep, each can be adjusted according to the habits and the season: I use the clean shirt and confidential excursion the next day, only if the weather is inclement, a pair of pants suits, lightweight and compact. Usually you do not suffer from the cold: the shelters are equipped with enough blankets.

Almost all shelters, dormitories in which it is forbidden to wear the boots, slippers offer various styles and materials, of course, is used by all walkers. If you want all your costs, take the lighter and less bulky that you have, but remember that high altitude is cold even in summer and, in general, a change of warm clothing and dry should not be missed.

As for the cleaning staff would not normally expect to be able to do some kind of toilet, a mini toothbrush, a comb and a small microfiber towel, maybe not to take it below soaked, are sufficient. Where possible, a hot shower after a hard day's walk you transmit to the world and then with me in a bathrobe microfiber very small and weighs a few ounces. But I feel good even without the wash and the thing I have never created any problems. Many shelters do not have running water and cleaning staff in that case was postponed until a later date. In that case renounce all without major worries, except to brush my teeth. Maybe two inches of water in the bottle.

What else? I usually bring with me a book, for the long evening hours before bedtime. Most think it is a useless burden and probably right, but is my little obsession, and since the backpack I carry it alone ....!

Also essential is not any, apart from specific drugs, if ever you need it, or some other special need: food and beverages can be found on site, where you will find a lot more, but it is not wrong to have with him some energy bar snack or some other space-saving for emergencies.

a chapter of the many camps are found at high altitude, which I unfortunately with limited experience, but all extraordinary, as an unforgettable night of August at the bivouac Stuparich. The premises are absolutely essential: a few cot with no mattress and bedding, lack of light and of course water, except for rare exceptions (I mean water) and sometimes there are heaters, but you are totally alone under the stars, and is a unique experience that everyone deserves at least once in their lifetime. Of course you have to be completely self-contained water and food, should provide a sleeping bag suitable for the season (at night in the mountains it's cold even in summer), but it is difficult to get equipped. Only increases the weight of the backpack, but even in this case, the balance is positive: you can enjoy the luxury of absolute solitude and the privilege of the most authentic essence. Although the camps are all registered runners and several websites, and use it can be a good choice, as well as a necessity.

The general care of the essential problems and do not be useless in the mountains are absolutely necessary for good shoes, a head on her shoulders and a light heart.

of everything else you will realize they can give no regrets.

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'New Year' arround 'Gorizia'

still a dark and foggy day of sirocco , which is suffering from the aftermath of an unnecessary S. Sylvester. It makes no sense to get up early, you just hope for a truce of persistent drizzle to hope to raise the butt off the couch and walk.

The truce came in the early afternoon, aided the unexpected absence of Nico, who started training for a festive lunch with team attached. I am free to leave and to choose the destination, that alone puts me in a good mood.

missing from a lot 'of time from the Holy Mountain, which I always prefer the Sabotino when there are only a couple of hours of time, and that's where I decide to go on this day that leaves no room a clamor of any kind. Then when I get a few hundred meters to gostilna Skalnica, are now submerged in the clouds.

Everything is gray and a few meters on the asphalt paths worries me, because cars do not see me, dressed in black as they are, and I can not wait to get into the woods.

on for long beams of the southern flank of the mountain there is only moisture that wets the hair and rags of cloud muffled the thin shrubs that ooze moisture. The world is invisible but smells like it's hot and wet woods, until I remove the layers one by one and remain in their undershirts to puff.

When the slope becomes more determined to display a ball of liquid light and white, in a moment, I am above the clouds. The groove of the river is choked by a thick gray blanket and only the crest of Sabotino see you leave, while the sky is a sea of \u200b\u200bswollen heaps of rain. For a moment, shafts of light through the leaden clouds to light the raindrops beaded branches.

The heart beats fast for lifting and for a quick thrill that lasts the duration of a hairpin. Then everything goes back still and hushed. Only the ringing of making New Year's Eve shows the arrival at the shrine, crowded with worshipers. Inside the packed church there is a dark shade and a "real" crib with waterfalls and pools of aluminum, stunned by the shepherds prodigy and keep soft lighting.

I'm going to berms and sweet orange drink in the nearby gostilna warm, smelling of fish and the memory of New Year's Eve dinner, silent between patrons and waiters exhausted.

While advancing a pre-dusk, through the new sanctuary awkward, too big and pretentious for this rough top of hard limestone karst, and then walk down a new path alone, with his eyes glued to the ground to avoid slipping on slimy stones worn.

Arrival at Skalnica in a dense fog and a step away from the night, pierced only by milky fog.

DEPARTURE

Gorizia from entering the crossing point of the solvent in the Red House, following the signs for Bovec and Tolmin. No longer the center of Nova Gorica, you reach an intersection at the bridge over the river Isonzo. Ignore the directions to Bovec, Tolmin and Goriska Brda, take the right path for Sveta Gora (our destination) and Lokve. Climb with twists and turns to a restaurant (Gostilna Skalnica) with ample parking right where you leave your car. Then take the paved road in the direction of Sveta Gora (Holy Mountain) and follow it until the first cross of the Via Crucis (m. 360), where you turn left a clear path reported.

PATH

The path, overlooked the first right turn, through long and moderate slope on the south side of the mountain, up to a signed fork , where you take the right direction. Now go up and carried out with greater slope for 200 meters in altitude, until you come out again on the road. Just before beginning the final steps leading to the sanctuary to share in a short 681. To descend, you can follow the same path or take the paved road (3 km) where, for some reason, you do not want to walk in the woods.

CONSIDERATIONS

What about: Just 320 meters in altitude, little more than a walk and, personally, the sanctuary does not inspire me great sympathy: is too large, awkward and lacking in atmosphere. But it has a long history, the view on the north side of Sabotino and mountains to the north is great and the remains of the 1st World War are numerous and, for fans of the genre, interesting. I mean, why not? Among the excursions "arround" Gorizia, is not my favored but there's no reason not to go there from time to time, perhaps completing the hike to the nearby Vodice.

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wandering through the Trnovo FOREST

the first nice day finally comes, after so much rain and gloomy days sirocco. Meanwhile, I devoured the expensive guide on the forest of Trnovo, which offers a wide choice of routes in this beautiful forest a short walk from home and still do not know it deserves.

output with Cassandra Project, hungry for solitude and hiking in the woods, and the neo - Nicola mountain, which has to test his brand-new hiking boots.

morning cold and crisp, inviting to walk. At 10 and 30, after a very strong brunch, we are ready to leave for this new path karst plateau.

The snow is soon appear and sparkle in the sun in the morning. In the village there is ice on the ground and very little information, we are trying to reap where we can, since the guide is generous with its precise indications. Let's take a dirt road that seems to be the right one, and enjoy the silence of the snowy forest, broken only by the crackle of the boots on the frozen ground.

The snow has just covered the ground with a few inches of white, but the trees and shrubs are designed white and the sun shines the snowflakes swirling in the air with each gust of wind and glittering whirl.

Bivi and trivia one another without clear and without a chance to move the map drawn on the rail thin. Not bad, since everyone likes the landscape and the path is never too hard, with small ups and downs in the woods.

After an hour of peaceful journey we find ourselves in Trnovo, had found no trace of the bow lookout Sekulak and rock and I built the first defeat of the day, while my fellow travelers did not seem disappointed by the failure, and instead appreciate a glass of hot tea and a cigarette. We still lack the climb to the Kuk, which could compensate for not having hit the first goal is to reach by car the trail in the peaceful village of Rijavci.

still uncertainty about the path, but the sky was clear and powerful light midday splendor to the snow-covered plateau and no one cares much. The trail runs between thick walls and a tunnel of branches whitewashed, which is enough to touch off a light snowfall incongruous under the sky of enamel.

Then we enter the dense beech forest, following the footsteps of our predecessors. With a long, lazy loop circumnavigate the mountain to find free access and then We come out on the tarmac, just above a Rijavci.

Light, warmth of the sun and human encounters, we are back in the world without even reaching the second goal. It matters little: the balcony that opens before us gives a glow liquid in the direction of the Adriatic with the sky dotted with gliders, while Julian is a stretch as far as the eye of jagged white teeth. The stomach growls and the idea to drink a beer and eat something together. The Zogica is crowded, even though they are three in the afternoon.

go back home which is almost dark, cooked tired and dazed by the light and the dazzling white snow.

I'm writing, the day after its release, the warmth of my office, while outside it started snowing slightly. I can hardly find the words and go back down again in the magical atmosphere of the snowy forest yesterday.

I find it hard because I was not alone and in company with the senses and the mind is detached contemplation. You talk, inevitably there are concerns the welfare of others, all noble pursuits, but that distract from living the way it deserves.

There is no solution: try to convey the passion for travel and nature to those you love, but then the hard work and requires the sharing of the tax waiver.

DEPARTURE

enters Slovenia from Gorizia crossing point from the Red House, following the signs for Bovec and Tolmin. Now out the center of Nova Gorica, you reach an intersection at the bridge over the river Isonzo. Ignore the directions to Bovec, Tolmin and Goriska Brda, take the road on the right and Sveta Gora Lokve. At the inn (Gostilna) Skalnica must continue in the direction Lokve. Is reached after a few miles to the town of Trnovo, a typical Karst village of the mountain.

EXCURSION

do not really believe that, after failing both the goals of the excursion, I can give you some indication of dreaming!

From the village there are a lot dirt allowing walks in the area: free day, then, as in travel organized. The forests and glades of the area are beautiful, as well as the fraction of Rijavci, reached the paved road (sign) that is off to the right of the center of the country.

Just know that if you do not know the area well, the forest roads maintained by the almost endless trails all look the same and lack of specific targets, being always in the thick forests of the plateau. Stray too far without a map and detailed directions, the risk of loss, there is remote.

But the forest of Trnovo is a magical place in every season: I love her unconditionally and I do not know her anger as well as it deserves! But to correct the account, perhaps by dint errors, as happened this time!

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Far breakfast bar, Saturday morning, with the company's local press, evening feast of crap with" Bittersweet "and" A Place in the Sun "spread on the couch, walk to S. Stephen and New Year are some of the pleasures that make my life bearable and which do not give up if not for reasons of public interest.

Nico decided to go with me today: I'll never know if genuine interest or to please me, but I will investigate. The end is near and low physical effort, but the Veliki Rob is always a pleasant Cimetta and then I itch to get up to the idea Kucelj and maybe try to come back with a ring.

overcast day with few people around now that everyone keeps quiet on the couch to dispose of excess heat of this frenetic days of Christmas. Me and my occasional traveling companion instead of going up to Trnovo, while a cold steel light rain on us.

intabarrato Nico is like an expedition at high altitude, in spite of this strange spring temperatures of December.

Climb in silence for the humid forest that leads to the rocky summit of Veliki Rob. Today is "slow travel", in every sense: slow steps, a little sweat, a few words, and finally at the top, and open spaces throughout the region before his eyes. It 's a great lookout what belongs to us, sitting on these limestone pinnacles that plunge to the valley of Vipava with a leap of a thousand feet, while to the north is all uphill in woods naked and graying to the Julian Alps. Quiet drink a sip of tea, looking east to our next destination.

down through dry grass and dark coniferous forests, always on the edge of the rampart overlooking the forest of Trnovo. He looks the Adriatic, a few miles south, an expanse of liquid lead, and then, in the opposite direction, the strongholds of the Julian whitewashed, walking always in the balance between two worlds, while the cry of a jay will turn off the arrival of a large raptor, probably a buzzard. The rest is silence and light gray, and even up and down, hanging on the edge of the plateau. We have not met a soul, but on Kucelj you see shapes in motion.

We did before, now a grassy dome covered by limestone and low junipers, we could be in Croatia, Macedonia and Greece. Same tough grass and sharp white rocks and tormented them, the same wind-blown vegetation: the Dinaric Alps, the Balkans, East. Everything starts here and leads inexorably eastwards, towards the minarets and the troubled republics of the former Yugoslavia, a handful of worlds in the balance, too, between the Mediterranean, rugged mountains and the Pannonian plain.

At the top we find a lone walker and two pairs of Slovenian talkative which is pleasant chat and get take a picture of the summit, my son and I, a strange pair of hikers.

He pointed out to me that when I chat with my cousins \u200b\u200bSlovenians begin to speak with Russian accent. We laugh as we seek a spot downwind for a sandwich, looking at the plain and the Veliki Rob seems far away.

By indicating cousins \u200b\u200bSlovenian, back with a new route on makadan which, along with around a bit 'lazy, takes us back to the starting point. The forests of Trnovo always give absolute silence beech trees and mossy rocks. They are fairy woods, and Nico also not immune to magic, although this is perhaps the best season of light and stingy colors.

Back at home, in the warmth of the car, which I keep at bay the overwhelming joy of having shared the mountain with someone precious, and he just seems tired, but who knows?! Who knows what lies behind the silence of a twenty year old!?!