I waited patiently. The snow continued to fall, in these days of celebration, and my thoughts were always turned to my beloved Alpe Devero. Imagine the splendor of which had to be cloaked, he savored every corner reset from visions of my memory.
Then, finally, comes the big day: wake up at dawn, sleepy faces and groans of several children, but part of it. The car trudges up the hill leading to the large parking lot, fit the chains in no time, I do not want to miss a second, I want to taste them all, without exception.
And what unfolds before our eyes is something wonderful, almost touched by the violence with which he greets me this beauty.
sweep with our snowshoes in the silence of the place, and sense of infinity is still growing.
E 'highlight the presence of God's hand.
We continue our march, conscious of being immersed in a fairy tale .
Devero Lake is frozen, I always wanted to cross under these conditions: the kids are excited, we are able to convince my wife and depart, with a thousand aderenalina, below us, no less 20 meters of water, over the moon looking at us.
could not forget switch to say hello to our favorite cabin.
Our hearts, however, remains with her ...
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