Sabato scorso, trovandoci nel basso Piemonte, abbiamo aggiunto una nuova escursione a tutte quelle già affrontate in questa ricca stagione. Scorrendo le pagine di un libretto di itinerari abbiamo deciso di andare a scoprire una vecchia diga sul fiume Orba , oggi abbandonata in seguito ad una disastrosa piena risalente agli anni '30 ( vedi qui la storia della catastrofe ).
Con qualche difficoltà l'abbiamo raggiunta e abbiamo ammirato lo spettacolo di affacciarsi su oltre cinquanta metri di vuoto, dove prima scorrevano le acque del fiume e di un grande lago artificiale. Quindi siamo discesi a monte della diga e abbiamo risalito, in un silenzio quasi irreale e in una conca verdissima, il old bed of the river, until you reach the point where a collapse had created a frightening new road and the magic and frightening encounter between old and new path of the water.
After a refreshing bath in a pond deep encased between two wings of a high rock and a hard climb among boulders and rubble caused by a landslide that blocked our way, we had little desire to go back over the same path, and then, as can happen only in a few special days, we lost , along the side of a wooded hill on to lose the orientation.
E 'in these moments that I realize how lucky to have a partner like mine: serenity, smile unshakeable and quick step, asking for information on some farmer and a few isolated house, my Gi was able to lead me with joy to cross the river, climb a mountain and back down through a path consisting of a thin strip of grass trampled in a dense forest and inaccessible. We joined
beautiful farms and homes in the quiet and surrounded by meadows and, after a half hour walk, we managed to claw back, tired but happy, the starting point, where our faithful dueruote waiting for us eager to bring us back home with a new adventure to remember to shut inside our backpacks ...
E 'in these moments that I realize how lucky to have a partner like mine: serenity, smile unshakeable and quick step, asking for information on some farmer and a few isolated house, my Gi was able to lead me with joy to cross the river, climb a mountain and back down through a path consisting of a thin strip of grass trampled in a dense forest and inaccessible. We joined
beautiful farms and homes in the quiet and surrounded by meadows and, after a half hour walk, we managed to claw back, tired but happy, the starting point, where our faithful dueruote waiting for us eager to bring us back home with a new adventure to remember to shut inside our backpacks ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment