Cima di Valbona (3033 m), Spigolo Gervasutti - 16 and 17/Aug/2012 photos by Donato Erba (D.E.) and me Photo Gallery
Rhododendrons and colors, and the bulk of the north of Disgrazia observing us impassively. It slips into the night and then slowly reappears out of the darkness.
Walking all day in a surreal landscape, among suspended lakes on polished rocks overlooking large curved abysses. The sunrise sparkles and the melting water flows down to form rivers that do not exist, to write water phrases on granite.
An overturned keel that sails on the border between Italy and Switzerland, silhouetted against the sky like a forgotten sculpture.
A strange planet, abandoned by the ice that has left its stories written everywhere.
A classic route that almost no one knows, almost no one repeats.
Dihedrals, cracks, abseils into the void.
Only four old pitons along a fourteen-length route. A great edge. A route that is an idea, nothing really traced on the rock. You know it’s there, but you have to find it.
The true sense of mountaineering. (For me, at least).
Virgin, intact rock, where someone has passed and told his adventure so that others could relive it.
And then descend among large unstable boulders, similar to refrigerators and washing machines badly stacked on top of each other. And see them roll down among echoes of their roars.
Taking home, as always, sensations.