Saturday, August 2 seemed a Saturday like everyone else. But Angelo, puolo and Max have managed to make it unique! Hours
5.30 Alarm. A glance out the window with eyes pasted to the lower parts and a scratch.
Wow, fantastic time despite the mega-storm the night before!
now begin the rounds of phone calls. Poul
answers the phone almost immediately. Angelo speak softly as not to wake Danny and Angela ... the appointment is for 5.50 by Angelo and then by Poul. The blue part
Alfettone shipped, I will stop by Angelo and then travel destination Tresivio.
We should not waste too much time because the walk will be long: Fountain Valley - Lace Ladder and back. Or so the program generale.Il first "problem" arises when the morning began to nagging stomach acc ... ... we have no bread or sliced. I am in my backpack I have a handful of cioccolatini, quelli che regalano quando vai in viaggio. Poul ha una scatola di pesche sciroppate, quelle che regalano quando non riesci ad andare di corpo. Angelo ha un panino solo, ma lungo quanto l’itinerario che ci accingiamo a fare, però almeno lui ha un po’ di affettato. Stiamo già pensando a come giocarci la divisione dell’affettato di Angelo quando la fortuna è dalla nostra. Alle 6,15 andiamo da un panettiere a Tresivio dove acquistiamo 5 “Sscccfilatelllli” e 4 brioche… fiuuuu… siamo salvi… almeno il pane l’abbiamo! Mal che vada come companatico usiamo erba o muschio… ma poi la bella idea l’ha Puol che dice: “Ci sarà bhè una mucca andando a Piz Scalin”. And then we start soddisfatti.Ci way towards the Fountain Valley. The Alfettone roars. Arrive at the flat of the horses, we try to buy at least a dairy where the cheese. So after a brief adventure between pigs, cows, donkeys and our salvation became man by the name of Henry, a pastor minutes, about 40 years, with the tail and the teeth to the board (a yes and a no). And 'he, in fact, that sells cheese, sausage and dried beef is so tasty that the salted anchovies of Cetara seemed Plasmon biscuits. Arrigo, before we say goodbye warns: "If you go by car to the bar, close it after it passed, or I fleeing calves." The journey continues aboard
dell'Alfettone, and after a mile after the Plain of Horses are forced to stop: there are calves everywhere ... someone did not close the bar ... now acc ... Arrigo s'incazzerà with us. Puolo down his racket and walking trying to push the calf to the bar and clear the road. The calves look at him while moving the stick, thinking, "what kind of animal is this?". At one point a cow s'incazza and fortunately did not turn to the puolo ol'Alfettone but heads towards the mountain. It starts to load and violence moves another cow to the sound of horns up to the bar. It 's our salvation, we parked the Alfettone and the adventure begins! Difference 1734 m the peak time uphill 5h Difficulty 2 + rating guides series Difficulty: EE +
5.30 Alarm. A glance out the window with eyes pasted to the lower parts and a scratch.
Wow, fantastic time despite the mega-storm the night before!
now begin the rounds of phone calls. Poul
answers the phone almost immediately. Angelo speak softly as not to wake Danny and Angela ... the appointment is for 5.50 by Angelo and then by Poul. The blue part
Alfettone shipped, I will stop by Angelo and then travel destination Tresivio.
We should not waste too much time because the walk will be long: Fountain Valley - Lace Ladder and back. Or so the program generale.Il first "problem" arises when the morning began to nagging stomach acc ... ... we have no bread or sliced. I am in my backpack I have a handful of cioccolatini, quelli che regalano quando vai in viaggio. Poul ha una scatola di pesche sciroppate, quelle che regalano quando non riesci ad andare di corpo. Angelo ha un panino solo, ma lungo quanto l’itinerario che ci accingiamo a fare, però almeno lui ha un po’ di affettato. Stiamo già pensando a come giocarci la divisione dell’affettato di Angelo quando la fortuna è dalla nostra. Alle 6,15 andiamo da un panettiere a Tresivio dove acquistiamo 5 “Sscccfilatelllli” e 4 brioche… fiuuuu… siamo salvi… almeno il pane l’abbiamo! Mal che vada come companatico usiamo erba o muschio… ma poi la bella idea l’ha Puol che dice: “Ci sarà bhè una mucca andando a Piz Scalin”. And then we start soddisfatti.Ci way towards the Fountain Valley. The Alfettone roars. Arrive at the flat of the horses, we try to buy at least a dairy where the cheese. So after a brief adventure between pigs, cows, donkeys and our salvation became man by the name of Henry, a pastor minutes, about 40 years, with the tail and the teeth to the board (a yes and a no). And 'he, in fact, that sells cheese, sausage and dried beef is so tasty that the salted anchovies of Cetara seemed Plasmon biscuits. Arrigo, before we say goodbye warns: "If you go by car to the bar, close it after it passed, or I fleeing calves." The journey continues aboard
dell'Alfettone, and after a mile after the Plain of Horses are forced to stop: there are calves everywhere ... someone did not close the bar ... now acc ... Arrigo s'incazzerà with us. Puolo down his racket and walking trying to push the calf to the bar and clear the road. The calves look at him while moving the stick, thinking, "what kind of animal is this?". At one point a cow s'incazza and fortunately did not turn to the puolo ol'Alfettone but heads towards the mountain. It starts to load and violence moves another cow to the sound of horns up to the bar. It 's our salvation, we parked the Alfettone and the adventure begins! Difference 1734 m the peak time uphill 5h Difficulty 2 + rating guides series Difficulty: EE +
Backpacking, rackets in hand we start from 1600 meters to the first destination: the refuge
Cederna Maffina. The yellow indicates 2 hours 30 minutes, but if we try we can do it in 3 hours. The route climbs the left side of the valley Foramen. We climb some steep hairpin bend of the wire off, and we reach it with a diagonal pass by the river bed, right on top of the first and highest step of the rocky valley. The trail crosses the river here, we carry on his left side for some distance and then cross it before the second step of rock, from which descends a waterfall. Going up a grassy hill, we reach the 2186 meters Alpe foramen, although we would gladly call the Alpe "Slavazza, having regard to the industrial quantities of this herb on this plane. The walk continues through rocks and snakes. As we catch sight of at least 3 and it integrates a Poul, grabs his tail, but then when he saw that the asp is twisted on the racket, angry, finally crushed the head. Poul 0 1 snake. Continue. The valley is dominated by the dark outline of the eastern wall of the top of Painale (d. 3248). In the last part of the plateau, trail pointed out, begins to rise slightly to the right tending to overcome third step on the grass beside him.
Cederna Maffina. The yellow indicates 2 hours 30 minutes, but if we try we can do it in 3 hours. The route climbs the left side of the valley Foramen. We climb some steep hairpin bend of the wire off, and we reach it with a diagonal pass by the river bed, right on top of the first and highest step of the rocky valley. The trail crosses the river here, we carry on his left side for some distance and then cross it before the second step of rock, from which descends a waterfall. Going up a grassy hill, we reach the 2186 meters Alpe foramen, although we would gladly call the Alpe "Slavazza, having regard to the industrial quantities of this herb on this plane. The walk continues through rocks and snakes. As we catch sight of at least 3 and it integrates a Poul, grabs his tail, but then when he saw that the asp is twisted on the racket, angry, finally crushed the head. Poul 0 1 snake. Continue. The valley is dominated by the dark outline of the eastern wall of the top of Painale (d. 3248). In the last part of the plateau, trail pointed out, begins to rise slightly to the right tending to overcome third step on the grass beside him.
reached the top of the hill, if you find others with a few outcropping rocks, and they are over stretching to the north. The refuge (2583 m.), which is reached by slightly bending to the right, remains hidden behind the last hill, but it is also pointed at some distance from the visible flag of the League, Italy ops, post a few dozen meters away. The building was renovated by section Valtellina CAI in 1980, but its construction, funded by Antonio Cederna, in 1903. Very nice, from the shelter, it is the view on the eastern side of the upper Val Fontana, where you stand, from left, Val Sareggio, Valley of the Lakes and Valley Malgina, with the same name that allows you to step down in the valley Poschiavina.
The shelter is closed only by a bolt, we enter. Well maintained, clean and well ordered. Congratulations to all walkers for education. Max leaves the chocolate angel as a token of gratitude. It will then be the joy of the ants. We do some photos and then ... break croissants. In the meantime, we reach a dozen deer running along the path pace ... damn ... no chamois is a nice group of guys that made our own path. Too bad they were a bit more in the form of us, the company was a girl pregnant, a young diabetic, a patient, an ailing and one with a slight paralysis of the limbs. Yet the Scalino Pizzo gave us about 30 minutes ... sigh .. sigh ... backpack over his shoulder again, we share the shelter Cederna. The trail is almost vertical. Beyond a wide valley pasture at about 2700 m, past spectacular carbonate rocks. Their white is so intense and dazzling to confuse the view.
Poul
Right here decides to take off his jeans and sweatshirt as we start to fatigue and too hot and finally wearing shorts ... we hope that those famous Desy Luch but we're wrong.
Right here decides to take off his jeans and sweatshirt as we start to fatigue and too hot and finally wearing shorts ... we hope that those famous Desy Luch but we're wrong.
Ritorniamo a camminare. Puntiamo alla spalla meridionale della montagna e, vincendo un ripido pendio detritico finalmente siamo in cima. Uno spettacolo si apre alla vista: siamo allo spartiacque fra la Val di Togno e la Val Fontana, davanti a noi Ladder lace ... fantastic. We take some photos to the surreal landscape, we are at 3068. After about ten minutes we continue the journey, the last tear. 
So we walk the normal route to the summit. Arriving at the base of the lace step, we meet Joan, a girl group that we have crossed the Cederna, not the pregnancy but that lame. The young man gave up the crest of the step and only later we understood why, indeed, perhaps only Max has figured out why, and Poul had understood last year while Angelo had learned in his youth. We try to convince her by showing him the ropes of Angelo, a green elastic casing normally used to lock your luggage. At that point John was convinced to remain in session. Instead, we go on. After the first ridge, nothing, the problem comes on the first bottles of the step. A panic stops Max for a few moments, but encouraged by Angelo and Poul everything is over (so to speak). 
He feels stench of shit, but we really wanted to get on top and so after 15 minutes, here is the cross ... WE ARE AT THE TOP! 3323 meters, Saturday, August 2, at 12.45. Write!
Il cielo è limpido e lo spettacolo è impressionante. Dopo alcune foto di rito è il momento tanto atteso della pappa: panin, furmàc e luganeghi… fantastico! In vetta ci sono anche 2 simpatici amici valtellinesi saliti dal ghiacciaio. Uno di loro si spaccia per fisioterapista e “strappa” il quadricipite destro di Puol, già affetto da crampi. Si scoprirà poi che era un piastrellista di Sondrio che stava leggendo il libro: L’Abc del corpo umano.
Among mega fun and belly laughs we have unwittingly given birth to something macabre: "Why do not we go down the valley ... look Togno Painale of the lake is just there! (JUST LI'!!!!) Then we stop for dinner and Katia Carnal us in Fountain Valley to retrieve the car. It seemed like a feasible proposal, moreover, was a path that was missing to Angelo. Perfect game!
Ore 14.00 lasciamo con dispiacere la vetta del pizzo Scalino diretti verso il lago Painale (APPENA LI’!!!!). Alle 14,15 sento Katia via telefono e le dico aspettaci per cena: alle 18.00 saremo a Carnale. Ignaro di ciò che avevamo detto… iniziamo la discesa e i cellulari saltano… non c’è più campo. A scendere dallo Scalino, sono sparite le vertigini anche a Max… accidenti un altro escursionista deflorato dalla montagna. Scendiamo dalla sella, una discesa tra terraccia e morena in discreta pendenza. Scendiamo e scendiamo ancora, arriviamo ai primi alti pascoli di Painale, ma accidenti il lago è sempre alla stessa distanza, non si avvicina mai. Proseguiamo scavalcando e raggirando 2 e poi 3 e poi 4 e poi 5 promontori verdi ma la piana di Painale è sempre là. 
Arrivati “quasi” alla piana, dopo 2 ore e 30 minuti di costante discesa, decidiamo di dare un occhio alla cartina. Abbiamo percorso 2 dita di tracciato e ci manca ancora una spanna… Puol dopo aver udito queste parole sviene… Forza dobbiamo riprendere la discesa. Ad occhio nudo di vedono dei puntini a valle… accidenti sono mucche… siamo ancora lontani… camminiamo… we walk and walk ... luckily we're having fun and laugh like crazy with laughter. Time passes. Then we finally find out why and downstream plain Painale is a green so bright it is only a swamp. But we realize this only when we are inside. So between jumps and shortcuts Angel and Max leaving unharmed puolo boots are full of fish ... and we stopped wearing socks puolo ASM. Waste bags, placing blacks in the feet and stocking new boots. Now is much better ...
Starting over .. finally we are at the shelter Painale De Dosso (m 2119) is closed ... damn ... then as if by magic you have two very kind person, he distance Henry seems it is just a hallucination. The two keys of the hut and we also offer a coffee with brandy. We stopped a bit 'with them and after a pleasant conversation we have a duty to share. It's already 17.30 and mobile phones do not take more. Mr. Bongiascia and his wife for the ride we compliment indeed advisable to stay on Cederna, the next time. But the problem is that the next time we go to the Porro ;-).
Starting over .. finally we are at the shelter Painale De Dosso (m 2119) is closed ... damn ... then as if by magic you have two very kind person, he distance Henry seems it is just a hallucination. The two keys of the hut and we also offer a coffee with brandy. We stopped a bit 'with them and after a pleasant conversation we have a duty to share. It's already 17.30 and mobile phones do not take more. Mr. Bongiascia and his wife for the ride we compliment indeed advisable to stay on Cederna, the next time. But the problem is that the next time we go to the Porro ;-).
The journey continues ... we finally have the lake to our left Painale, remember the famous lake "JUST LI'!!!!". I do not deign to glance and go on. The descent is long and we are not even in Val di Togno. Walk ... walk ... legs begin to give ... Poul having convulsions but not puolo spring ... BIG! Max has the outside of the knees that creak ... BIG UP!! Even Angel, who has coached the most affected by fatigue and his nails have become 10 only 4 ... GRANDE ANGELO!! In a moment of weakness Angelo confesses that one of the longer tours of his climbing career, only once has come home to the top 20 in output in the Swiss mountains but this time because they were the wrong way ... but this time ... the path is right! Panico. Imposed and then walk around again ... ... 20.00 finally we are almost at the bottom of Togno Valley, past the house of Gianfranco but fortunately no one, Poul otherwise almost certainly would have stopped to sleep. But we know that the warriors do not give up and walking and walking we arrive at the shelter Valley Togno. The manager's trust when we made the rounds are pleased with the high leg ... but does not know that the leg is not good now nothing left. 
then brings us to drink. Puolo a Coca cola per sfruttare l’effetto caffeina. Max un succo di frutta per risucchiare qualche vitamina e Angelo infine ha ordinato “qualcosa che rende” un bicchiere di vino rosso, sperando che la fermentazione alcolica gli facesse passare il dolore alle unghie. Tutti e tre ci siamo illusi. Al momento del pagare è scattato il solito gioco del portafoglio mancante e così paga Max. A proposito mi dovete 2,13 euro a testa… Si riprende il cammino, sono le 20,30 e manca ancora l’ultimo tratto: rifugio Val di Togno e casa di Carnale. Un’ora di sentiero, che dopo 12 ore di cammino, è come percorrere la Grande muraglia a piedi nudi. Nell’ultimo tratto il delirio. Risate a crepapelle, Puol che ulula nel bosco buio. Non si vede più nulla. 
Sono le 21,40 e siamo alla prima cascina di Carnale. Katia fa l’ennesima telefonata, per 2 volte aveva cucinato risotto e dopo averlo usato come collante ci chiedeva dove eravamo. Mancava pochissimo… ancora 15 minuti ed eravamo a casa. Ore 22, siamo a casa a Carnale. Gaia e Lara ci accolgono con un abbraccio, Katia con una padella. C’è altra gente che ci aspettava, forse si era sparsa la voce che ci stava scappando il morto. Purtroppo dalle ore 15 alle 20 le comunicazioni con i cellulari erano nulle a causa dell’assenza di campo della Val di Togno. Nel pomeriggio, infatti, era partito un tam tam di chiamate tra Franca, Katia e Angela. Fortunatamente Veronica ed Elena erano all’estero altrimenti ne sarebbero rimaste inesorabilmente coinvolte. Sempre tra risate e racconti ci siamo rifocillati con spaghetti ed affettato. Poi Katia che ha portati a Sondrio ed è risalita in vetta. Una doccia e alle 00,45 siamo andati tutti a nanna. Quella notte avremmo dormito anche nell’acqua senza svegliarci. Il giorno dopo Angelo è tornato in Svizzera ad attaccare quadri mentre Max, Puol e Michele sono andati in Val Fontana a recuperare l’automobile. Un’avventura a lieto fine che non dimenticheremo mai!
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