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| At the end of the street to the Tower Bulfoni Ezio Culina, with Paul, September 8, 1985 |
all happened a few years ago, one Sunday in September. I arrived just in town, I knew almost nobody and I was advised to visit Gianni, who, like me, was an avid mountain. Said and done: recovered a backpack and a harness, the day after John, Paul and I were already on their way to ... groped a new way! I did several climbs, but the new route was an experience I still miss it. Any doubts melted away, thinking that I was fit enough, only a week before I got the "edge Dibona" \u200b\u200bon the Three Peaks, and above all I was entrusted to two climbers navigated and enthusiastic. The new route without success: after a couple of lengths, we were blocked by a wall so brittle that they would accept pitons than nails, and reluctantly we had to get off. But all was not lost: the indefatigable John proposed to console us, a way of repeating his friend Marc, on a tower nearby. After such a way we could spend Sunday, and that path had to be nice! The wall is an experience without infamy or praise after about four preferred length untied and get everyone for its own account sull'aguzzo tower, which stands at the center of an amphitheater delicious, then unknown to me. For some minutes I breathed in deeply the joy of climbing, the company, the fact that my "baptism" with the friends of alpine valley had taken place so quickly and happily. The descent was almost more difficult the climb, but everything happened as it had arrived and happy for the Hills "taiut" rite. I was on cloud nine, I had repeated a way of Marcello and right in his reign, the Crode Longerin. I have reviewed the area a few more times, most recently in July 2010: the tower on which John and Paul offered me the rope and friendship for a climb in the company, by now is familiar to me even from afar. Twenty-five seasons have passed now, alas!
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