an unusual move, but sure to please, I open Geodisney a guest. And his public post. With some pride, however.
Good reading.
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not know if it's the right approach, but the things we have in common are still unknown and therefore I wish to begin to write something on your blog telling some anecdotes / adventure that happened to me in the mountains. This is a topic that I hope will stir up some interest.
groped decided that we could climb the gully to Blacks top Tosa in the Brenta, I started circling the poor Bernie, aka Charles Bass (as Bernie White engaged) Decant the absolute beauty of the route el'imperitura glory that would have won the company, failing which time I had seen the canyon during the summer was a bright green bottle.
After a careful study of maps, reports and information gathered from magazines and books, we start on a Saturday afternoon in late June. Period chosen to find the canyon still partially covered with snow and not just frozen.
The few tourists who find along the trail to the shelter Brentei, watching with a mixture of curiosity, admiration and pity the monstrous backpacks we carry, pretending to be comfortable with loads of 20 pounds.
At the shelter, we get rid of the weight and we look closely at the attack of the street. From beneath the channel does a great impression, because after a hundred meters, is shrouded in fog.
During dinner, we declare our intention to the manager and he tells us that we will be the second of the season to be careful on the knee, more vertical stretch of the climb, because there's already a lot of ice and exposed anyway out of the way before six in the morning, that "after they start to come down stones."
reassured go to bed.
At four of the way we attack, in view of the front does not even recognize a reference in the evening before and so we go a little 'accident. Now, Bernie breaks the ice surface of a trickle of water soaked to the knee. It will remain so until at home. However, we lose half an hour before finding the right direction and begin to climb with a little 'anxiety, the six are not far off. Everything is fine until it reaches the knee called, here we understand the meaning of the name: it is actually a sort of shiny ice patella and bombs, do not talk to face it directly. But there is a narrow passage on the left that allows you to stand on it. Here, the canyon opens up and the light of dawn we can see what lies ahead. An amphitheater of snow and ice in good standing, but with a slope that can tackle. Tool and a break with two nails and I say to Bernie, "Keep."
Guys, if you have never tried to get on the ice, it is time to do it. Proceed only by planting the front points of crampons and ice ax sticking out of me. Every ten meters screwing a nail, ie to produce a noise that seems to herald the division into two parts of the channel. I look down, as well as Bernie standing above the "knee" is not seen nothing, I'm hanging on to five pieces of steel planted in an ice slide which ends on the rocks a few hundred meters lowest: "What the fuck am I doing here? I am a galactic idiot, I have small hands that need to grow at home. No I'm not crazy, I'm alive, fully conscious of what I'm doing and I'm doing well. "At the end of the fifty feet of rope I stop and start to dig the pic with a little 'space for the feet and place a nail . Below me, Bernie, looks small. Fifty meters horizontally seem nothing, vertically, are many.
"Parties Carlo." When I call, my partner takes away the nail begins to rise. Without a meter, with one foot slips, which obviously was not in good shape and begins to swing hanging the rope over nothing. He loses the lamp on the helmet and he panics. The nail to make sure we are both moaning a bit ', but shows no sign of abating. Nice work. Almost immediately, Bernie takes control of the situation and begins to climb. Now we're together again. "Me so shit off, right wing is my dirgheo White. "No is to have in mind, boast vetu gave you?". "No, no far than me as he goes past you can still boast."
After a while 'is the exit of the gully, look at the time: 6:15. Slowly from the rocks on either side of the channel off the first one and then another stone, small, but rapidly gaining speed. We shook hands, smiling. "What do you think Charles?". "Belo belo". "I'll make again in a few anus, what disito. "Go in and you pussy el Hotel Montana goddess shear, where serchemo do abseiling and andemo home."
No more, no problem, we begin the descent, surrounded by an incredibly beautiful environment. The snow makes it even more fascinating place, but just to accept, it begins to rain.
The return trip takes place almost without speaking, we share the satisfaction of the climb in silence each thinking about how much truth to write home about.
Manrico.
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