Rifugio Venezia - 1.947m slm Hello! We had to go to the shelter
Cima d'Asta, however, there have been a last minute program changes that have altered and meta group.
So we ended up in Borca di Cadore, near Cortina, in six: Mike and Al, me and Ede, The President and First Lady Sgarbo Roby.
(Stino last-minute defections that would like to thank my colleague and Bernad)
The refuge is the chosen Venice, at the base of Mount Pelmo. A memory recalled that it was little more than a walk. Difficult, but not much. I did not remember, though, that I had made for the east side, that is, the quickest route. This time we got to the western side.
So at 11.20, from our house, at an altitude of 990 m, we move to the shelter.
With all respect Friends of Puglia and transplanted in Milan, occur in the mountains wearing long jeans and Prada to sailing is always a certain effect who are in a group with you. Anyway we start and the climb looks daunting for everyone from the beginning.
After the first hour walking through the woods came close to Ciapela hut, a sort of refuge from which emerged the smell of cheese and sausage ... Before resuming the march
borrow a vital sign for those passing through the fields for the group photo.
way we enter the second hour of travel. And the beginning of a problem. Suddenly the trail disappears and we get lost. A laugh! We pass among plants of every type and kind of looking away, the first vultures circling above us, the Prada is dirty and salt despair.
The road is steeper and Robi and Sgardo lag behind. These are 14:22 and the last time we see them. We stay in four. The weather is cloudy and there is no trace of the refuge. A child returning with their parents instead of telling us what is missing, we laugh in the face and we should let it go ... is too hard.
Do not give up and passed the third hour we see the hut! The energies are coming back and doing the last few yards rushing, ignoring the cold and hunger that we are attacking.
Soon Mike and Al are the first Sun beds on the lawn at the shelter. We get myself and the Ede ... that satisfaction ...
At this point we are reminded of the President and First Lady. They had an hour delay and pass on us. They were totally inexperienced in the mountains. A sense of guilt assails us: that something has happened? What have you lost? We wait over an hour at the shelter. Then, when we give up for dead and we are on the verge of calling the rescue, we hear echoing in the mountains: "... N
iiiiicooooo .... "
Come on! Do you want to drink a Milanese Milan starts shouting among the mountains with a rough mountain? But no, it was probably a sound that made us remember Sgarbo.
The return would be very fast and to the 20 we are back home, where we see the surprise in terrace, the presidential couple smiling more than ever! They had returned with a little 'in advance, but they were shouting "Nico" on the other side of the valley!
On Sunday we went in and relaxing after a stroll in Cortina, we went back to Padua. Just five minutes just after the tornado had passed!
Nico
ps. along the way we asked ourselves: Fausto but, someone has heard more?
