Saturday, April 10. Time Trips. I spent the week with the Swiss 1:50000 map of the area Madesimo in hand, to assess what top do. In fact it was "love at first sight" for the lace panel. This is a summit of 3000 meters, with a beautiful valley north all to enjoy. According to the map (which shows the routes skialp) go up from Starleggia pace of service via the south ridge, then descendeth at an altitude of 2700 just below the summit and down the valley north. The road to Starleggia is closed until May, so we start from the camp just across the parking lot of the funicular Campodolcino. 7.00 am we start.
The first 400 meters are sparsely covered with snow and winding road (which forces me to go by foot). There is no way to cut as you go up in the midst of rocky crags. There is also a layer of ice that makes it particularly difficult and uncertain step. I'm struggling for an hour gliding like a skater with a 20kg rucksack on his back ... I'm impatient when, finally, the road back is completely covered with snow. Basically they tried to sweeping the road, with failure, then they withdrew. Now the piles of snow melt during the day, flooding the track, but everything freezes at night, making the path to disaster. Drain the split from the pack and start to proceed on track hard and well beaten (there were three snowshoe in front of me). Without the enormous burden now I feel like flying. Arrival in Starleggia. The country is sleeping under a thick blanket of snow.
I do not think anyone lives there during the winter. Many chimneys are sealed to prevent the snow came to clogging. I'm sick of following the road and you decide to cut along the path that passes through the houses. Arrive in a square linen with a wall. There a narrow staircase, but the split is not passed. Cutting off the wall. I go up ... and ... vuumm the snow gives way and sink full leg, blocked by snow on the half-press table. The other is left out and force me into a curled position and embarrassing. How the heck .... I hardly free ... I realize that it went well, I could hurt me ... sometimes it is feared so much natural hazards and then ... I leave
Starleggia and the road behind.
Once this rock band will open the valley. The view is enchanting. There are pastures here and there to stay up here ... must be a spectacle. The silence m'avvolge. We are at 1800 ... Party from 990 ... but I do not feel the fatigue ... the show that appears in front of me gives me energy. Before me, a natural basin. With the mind I guess the track ahead. Better to go there. There could not because svalangare. Step up and then around so the slope will be sweeter ...
are absorbed in these thoughts when I check the GPS track ... em'accorgo of being out of track of 500 meters!
halt. He pulls out the map. I orient new. I realize that I'm aiming to Pizzo Sancha. The lace panel on the left, but ... I can not believe it. Pizzo Quadro looks like a black tip, rocky. The last 300 meters would however, in skiing. I recognize the saddle, but the line of descent is not clear. There are grooves that are interrupted, rocks a bit 'everywhere, and especially avalanche falls a bit' everywhere, very hard snow, or worse, a lot of snow that has been hanging there ... if I had followed to the letter I would be around on that side without being able to see the full down ... so I'd just kicked in big trouble!
I turn to the top I was aiming for. It's called Pizzo Sancha, 2714mt, north-east. It is no less the share that I could do, skis, pointing to the picture. In addition, its beautiful hillside already makes me a foretaste descent. Fine, I get back in gear. Arrival in
2400mt. Missing 300 meters but the slope, stood at 30 degrees and the snow tends to run heated and moistened a bit 'by all parties. I'm tired and plow through with several diagonal and reversals. The snowshoe in front of me does not make less effort. For a moment I hope to use its track. I take off one foot and strength. I sink a few cm. All right, I take off everything, I take this opportunity to remove snow from a huge base of skins and childbirth. Not even a step down in the snow and are up to the knee. Can not move ... so it all redone. Now the skins are clear of ice ... but do not seem to grip. Every 10 steps I have to catch his breath. But I'm missing so little spending every ounce of energy left. Check the rocks where the trail disappears ... finally paving. The last 50 feet are more relaxed, but no less strenuous. Arriving at the top. I am 13.30. I'm just (i snowshoeing stopped to bivouac Ca Bianca, 2500). I look around and I am filled with happiness. I feel ecstatic mystic (probably a reflux of endorphins in the blood). Exhausted, I eat a sandwich forces hoping to get back to back down. I take a good half hour. I prepare. The first turns are a little 'uncertain. The snow is soft and compact, but my legs seem unaccustomed to the control of the board. I stop. I know that the descent will be rapid and can not play after so much effort. I get up and Parties shall focus on the curves. I recovered. Check on the steepest part.
The snow is excellent. I had studied carefully going up, I saw that right has been protected by the ridge. I did not want to ruin it even with the track up to enjoy it then. There's just me ... and my signature will be lonely for a while '. I stop just below to take a picture ... unfortunately from where I am not caught ... but it is vivid in my heart. A few seconds and I find myself on a more open and flat. Here the snow is heavily heated. I curse myself for not wax a board. I am forced to keep the speed to avoid getting bogged down.
arrive over the last change of slope above the valley Starleggia. I have two options: follow the trail up and down diagonally to the long and continuous plane inclined though poorly, or throw me straight into the channel that points to the center of the catchment area ... do not even think about it and pull straight up to the hump ... plan. M'infosso between the bends of the river now covered, now more free.
I have to walk out of here ... I turn to greet the beautiful summit. A long climb for a few seconds of joy, it is always worthwhile. The rest of the descent is not exciting ... even the wood has preserved the quality of the snow. Now go down is really heavy. Arrival at the paved road passing through a slot in use (mine warning signs make me a little 'worry.) The treacherous ice is now gone.
The descent is more agile, even if infinite. Check in to the machine. It's hot. The melting snow creates waterfalls and rushing streams. The coverage is still high but the heat is voracious. We must start from higher ... but after the trip today, I know that the season is still far from the end.
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