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Bald Mountain Valley Mara da Fonte Crovella

Under the Tramontana wind conditions seem to alter much, although the snow had come the Gran Sasso appeared as an insurmountable bulwark. The winds swept over and shape the top of the mountains at their leisure, creating snow conditions are so different as to seem the same despite different originally exposure. Bald Mountain was safer on the mountain where we could go. Hand they climbed met very different snow conditions, but the place was always the one : can a few feet away you encounter snow conditions are so different? Easily switch to the icy snow, dust more steam to slabs of ice from the dry well and that allowed light to heavy to slide sticking. Even some open spaces were completely cleaned by the wind, discovered the frozen ground and the stones, so the ice frosted to look like white coral on the seabed. Giving attention to all these things was really difficult for someone like me , has just started to do cross country skiing. But it was probably difficult for everyone. Among the slopes, fog, rocks hidden flush with snow as the junipers with their infamous cursed tubes (I know because there are finite in), the icy surfaces and trees, I did not know which saint pray. And never forget that meeting took place in the romantic forest between me and Oak, who with his arm on my line gave me a sound whipping on her face. What a pain. But despite all this I would not change the day today with nothing in the world. Deep down in the end, stress survival aside, today I really enjoyed it! I hit a lot of the beauty all the views encountered: I was not ever climb from Source Crovella, this was for me a new way to learn about Bald Mountain. The fog evaporate the environment giving evanescent veils, and the wood under this lens became beautiful because it resembles the portrait of the setting of a fairy tale: the magic came out of their depth than those intangibles. The calaverna are modeled on each of those branches, with an endless series of billions and billions of tiny ice needles. Everything is a whitewashing of unique gifts, mysterious solemn and beautiful. Bald Mountain is a mountain really special.