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touring the Middle Campotosto and Colle del Vento

clouds over us running speed unthinkable following long sinuous paths up and down: the strong wind at a height molded the heavens really superb games. Lower down the currents clashed with the peaks of the mountains, with much of that energy from being seen in the distance. A strike was primarily a view of Monte Corvo: the impression was to witness a clash of titans, a battle of wind so violent that was held with impetuous vortex, turbulent winds and furious Reel: swept the snow like dust, saw sbiferare peaks in a dance inhumane. The climb to Monte di Mezzo welcomed us with the calm and silence of his forest, everything there was perceived to be muted because white and full of snow. Some plants are made up so much of that essence to carve sculptures as bizarre shaped by the imagination, while under their pillows of snow rounded stones, roots and steep steps. I wonder which game will the wind ever done to model the forms. More and more we climbed the Gran Sasso discovered its majestic structure, so huge and powerful it was perceived in his profile, perhaps more beautiful. When I turned around to admire it for the first time I could not imagine it so wonderful, because it all together, all at once, all in one moment, the Tooth of Wolf Mountain shirt to the mountain of San Francisco, its beauty really breathtaking. Those colors were so sweet to give it a huge lightness: it seemed that it raised, raising it even further in his capacity as spiritual. No, I will never give up all this. The fields discovered in Colle del Vento were so cut by the cold currents, which were getting more and more share gains in strength. The peaks were almost swept the frozen snow betrayed many stones dal suolo, ma io non ero ancora in grado di compiere simili passaggi con gli sci d’alpinismo, per questo abbiamo evitato di salire in cima. La neve polverosa impazziva sotto questi scontri di forze, così striata dal vento correva da una parte all’altra come un’anima dannata. Come era bello osservarla, pareva animata da una danza tormentata.