Saturday, March 15:
forecasts are not good, but in Milan it is spring: warm and sunny!
after a grueling pulls and loose with the rider that says: " we leave in the morning, not in the afternoon, we go to the river, no mountain, but if you want to boh. maybe. " Finally we decided to climb to Mottarone , climbing sector of 'ossola much loved by me.
prepare the backpack glad to finally be able to get some 'of sun load climbing summer clothing (vest and knee-length trousers) and I am upset because I can not find the cap alone ... is not serious will not beat so much. go!
from one means already be too late, do not distract the sole distributor and gas found on the highway, it means having to turn all stresa looking for a pump and a further loss half an hour.
but the place is beautiful, no sun, it's hot, we're on the lake there that looks nice view ...
finally we take the road that leads to Mottarone and find that the toll is increased (oh you know, the adjustment ... now go that way disaster costs 6 eu for cars and 3.50 for motorcycles.).
continue.
come up, the parking lot of the ski in the middle of colored people in padded jumpsuit and we realize something was wrong: there is plenty of snow around and we are inside a cloud. a cold breeze refreshes us ideas.
are not exactly ideal conditions for climbing, but we change ourselves and let's see: the path down the cliff is not see, is covered with snow, we know the road and continue ...
staple is looking street birthday and street guides , respectively 6c and 6a +. but it is crazy? moreover are three in the afternoon, we are in the fog and is bitterly cold. deter easily.
Needless to say we are alone, there is not a soul around. from the ridge in front of our stands up in a daring glider: he must have a screw out of place!
then decide to stop in the field of owl: Is there any shot possible and in any case we are not going to stop for long!
attack the first pitch and I realize I could not move: long inactivity, sinusitis and dizziness from arctic cold block me, and hands and feet have no feeling. mid-wall and decide to go down the rope bud. he goes up, comes down, the division I tried again a couple of steps back down, put the rope in your backpack and run like wild goats. the rider wants to go looking for the attachment of the long way: he goes, but I prefer to start towards the car to change.
along the climb, I choose a passage other than to get done, and I find myself walking in a snow Conchetta knee shoes and light summer pants are not appropriate. I stop to take away a bit 'of ice from the shoes and ankles before it becomes water, then I take a brisk.
dream a hot tea in the bar, but I closed and sealed, there is no one in the yard, I just feel that the cat hitting the slopes, but I do not see why the fog is dense. the thermometer of the machine marks the 6th: I thought worse!
I change in a hurry, I eat half of the biscuits and I finally reached bud, in time to eat the other half.
turn on the machine and it heats up and it runs better.
today did not go well ... we will do tomorrow?
Sunday, March 16:
susanna, flake, seas
first telephone appointment with buds at nine: the sky is overcast, the temperature discourages outdoor activities.
we update at noon: it seems that you are adjusting to the weather: we opt for the descent of Ticino happens to be looking at existed. I also feel
susanna and the two are ready to go.
we find ourselves existed and leave a car at the station for recovery.
one, two and three ready to go boarding! are the only one to know: I'll take ioooo!
is not true to reach happens to be looking is easy, but then find the road that leads to the river seems impossible. After some roaming the countryside and asked for directions to everyone, we finally reach Cerano beach!
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order some goodies here before boarding:
- susanna system that the camera on a rock, to photograph the group with self-timer, and then when The resume should be passed over and not find
- seas marta warns that the group will be landing within an hour
- first shipment channel with 20 cm of water and after 20 meters raschiera unsurpassed
- long transfer to reach the water of the River
- staple that can take a picture until the fourth attempt
- seas that notice not be wearing a life jacket when they enter into the canoe
- susanna that you realize you have lost the bag sealed with phones, money and documents during the transfer.
- seas within the van crossing the channel hopping to get the jacket, while he susa buds and seek (and find!) Lost the pouch into the river bed
a little 'training, a chat and relax.
a pretty descent!
buds and seas 
susanna 
Finally, a prey to hunger cramps (have you ever seen susanna hungry?), we ended up with Martha and gigio existed in the worst of the whole bar to eat a sandwich, before undertaking research in the dark of the shield, was boarding.
we found it without the help of satellite or helicopter!
good!
here the story of Susanna!
oggi sono un poco indolenzita (tra malattie varie ero inattiva da molto tempo); però il fatto che senta tirare anche i muscoli delle gambe, significa che ho pagaiato correttamente!
brava mari
bella lì
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