Whites volumes Plans Pezza this morning dressed in a heightened innocence: the snow was the veil of a bride, so virtuous and chaste seemed to have a feeling of times past. 
melancholic gaze traveled every point of escape, slipping away along the flat, rising up to its mountains. Each pad to protect the belt and the mother with a hug 
poured into a quiet immaculate. I was very sad to contemplate now, so helpless in the recent human aims. They want to speak a language other than Abruzzo 
know, want to turn this into an industry of tourism. According to this article is approved a proposed redevelopment of the area, taking advantage of so hypocritical 
resonant echo of the disaster of the earthquake. But to connect with Ovindoli Campo Felice will to power "grinding" Plans Pezza. The richness of Abruzzo lies in its wilderness and 
not populated, throughout its history, its ancient mystery and safeguarded by the distrust of the people. This is a country that is derived from the shepherds, where people have a hard character 
as the stone of the Little Horn, which has always been suspicious and hostile to anything unfamiliar. How can they promote such a thing here? Every time we tried 
have failed miserably, leaving Abruzzo only on the bodies of concrete and rusted iron. I could do a lot of examples, but I will not embitter beyond. There are many structures 
here to recover and restore degraded, because attention does not dwell on those? We spend a lot less money and much more would safeguard the environment. I found a 
very interesting article about who deserves to be read. 
nessuno mai avesse fatto prima, perché non solo ci osservava, ma conosceva già la nostra storia. Quella faggeta sopra Pescasseroli era una delle più belle che avessi mai visto. Solo un’altra volta 
l’avevo percorsa, in autunno, ma me ne ricordavo solo ora. Sembrava assurdo ma riconoscevo la stessa sensazione che provavo allora guardando quegli alberi, quelle rocce, quei 
tracciati: quel bosco ci osservava ed io l’avevo riconosciuto solo perché now I felt the same thing I felt then! Silence fell on the snow, and when I stopped to listen, 
did not know whether to feel intimidated or satisfied: all the energy was just for me, with its immense potential, welcomed me to do with breast, aware perhaps that even I understood. 
trees were harvested from the sky all that energy, they were the focal point, through which, thanks to the thick of their branches they did join with the earth. That was an ancient cosmic dance 
act of love, and the forest as a cathedral, it contained everything. The Valley of the Court saliva channeled through the trees and snow, they went hand 
rose on its side walls, while its ditch it messes up jumps, holes and uneven up and down, back to the fun (though difficult). It was not the goal the objective to be pursued, but the 
path and everything that composes it, because only by living it with love you could go anywhere. 
are not popular. All trying to go higher, to demonstrate how its major point of contrast with the sky, to have importanza, di possedere considerazione, ma una 
montagna è sempre una montagna, ed un uomo a confronto è sempre troppo piccolo. Sopra qualsiasi piano, sopra qualsiasi livello, sopra ogni cosa, è necessario possedere una struttura . 
Non esistono montagne impossibili da scalare, ma solo uomini che non sono in grado di farlo. È sbagliato non dare importanza a tutti i punti di passaggio diversi e sequenziali che compongono il 
nostro percorso, perché noi siamo il percorso. La nostra vita è una lunga strada che si compone di salite e di discese, con aree di sosta e punti di sorpasso. Dobbiamo gioire di tutto per 
comprendere il meglio, just observing every nuance will be able to recognize colors, to hear them vibrate along the wavelength of their visual spectrum. I love everything that is 
wild and untainted by man, the places where no one goes, where I can finally contemplate the silence, feel the ground, feel the sky to find God while I same. This does not happen on top of Corno Grande, always too busy, but the mountains small and anonymous objects. Points of contact points are those where the soul 
diverged vertically along the head of the mountains without disturbances and alterations, where finally with your body you can make the link between the earth and sky. In the silence of the wind 
composed a melody old, who can reverse to be able to listen is a bringer of dreams. 
recognized as the most large whole Apennines. The hanging valleys were making then the rest of the drawing, tracing back the smooth ups and downs on the next buttress. 
immense mountain ridge looked like a baluardo insormontabile, uno spartiacque naturale tra la Piana del Fucino e quella delle Rocche. Dal basso dei Piani di Pezza quello che si 
osservava era percepibile solo con il progressivo spostamento dell’orizzonte: i punti di fuga salivano così come saliva la montagna. Era davvero bello scoprirla in questo modo, passo 
dopo passo, sembrava la confidenza di una nuova amicizia. La neve incantava ogni più remoto angolo, era immacolata di un candore rinnovato in grado di attutire la cupa percezione del 
cielo, così ritmato di nuvole e malumori terrestri. Non poteva esserci altro luogo per noi oggi, destinati ad essere altrove abbiamo trovato solo all’ultimo questa direzione. La cresta del 
Costone della Cerasa si orlava cornices of snow, which, shaped by wind, the mountains stretched into the sky. The perception was beautiful three hundred and sixty degrees, turning everywhere He made inquiries as to why the actual beauty. Occasionally the sun would give us an indication: with his flight in the clouds showed more spaces to look . Landscapes 
winter are really beautiful. From the valley of the suspended fluid and vaporosissime Genzana rose clouds, were making plays on transparency disturbing, muffling all in one perception, 
why we went away, do not wait any longer. The snow crusted shaped by the sun and the wind began with many cuts, it was beautiful to see, but much less by skiing. Not to mention the 
down in the woods, where trees composed tantissimissime barriers collapse. How challenging skiing in the woods, even if ten plants you can dodge the eleventh, there is always that you care. 
, and the grass seemed to revive again, so called from the sun, everything seemed numb as the prelude to a revival. A report focused on the snow Fugnano plans, we could not miss this opportunity to go skiing 
hiking. I do not know what an old romantic appreciate more and more awareness of all things in their final location. The Plains of Fugnano was celebrated as a last stand in the spring, its area was holding 
few inches of snow. Little Lake fillet was structured in an unusual freeze that saw painted on its surface profiles of large circles, each marked by different shades of blue. On the side of us, while we continued to 
Fugnetto, the amount of forested Mount Ruzza was our intermediary with the sky, so clear, so clear, so hot. The sun hit us with all his energy, infusing a pleasure to spread throughout the body. That was the air of Spring. Too 
unmistakable and too out of context. Powerless in the face of all this we could not help but enjoy it. Among the many interesting things to see around here, my intention is directed towards Monte Carpesco as usual. 
elevation is not important, few know that mountain, but I have always been fascinated because of its shape and composition. I remember the first time I saw that mountain, about last year, when all around was covered with snow and white, stood out above all 
Monte Carpesco points of view with its black color due to the vegetation that covers it. Although his form was very special, it seemed the back of a dinosaur, a ridge in perfect position to draw a profile armoniosissimo. We climbed up to its smaller peak, but we had him cross-country ski equipment and also for this who was with me had decided to postpone. But the beauty of the mountains is that they are always there, waiting, will certainly a good time to look 
perfettamente la superficie: questa particolarità permetteva la visibilità di tanti fori disposti perfettamente nel terreno, ognuno equidistante dall’altro, tanto che apparivano come una texture puntinata di un fumetto giapponese. Da come mi hanno detto, 
in quella zona sparavano granate e cannoni, in alcuni punti ci sono addirittura accantonati i resti di bossoli e granate, però mi hanno anche riferito che solitamente tutte queste esercitazioni si svolgevano nel versante a Sud. Questi fori erano troppo 
