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Diary - August 5, 2010

Serra Dolcedorme from the ridge north (Pass Ciavole)

loricati monumental to the glade just above Ciavole Pass, on the ridge north of Dolcedormeloricati below: 1. small pinus leucodermis background Monte Pollino, 2. view from a few meters below the summit ... the mist runs away fast, 3. loricati emerge from the dry forest of beech, which cloaks the northern slopes of Dolcedorme ... Serra is behind the Ciavole.

five years were missing from Dolcedorme Pino and when I asked me to choose the goal to reach for the next trip I did not hesitate to think Dolcedorme. The goal was to reach the top from the path begins to descend to Passo delle Ciavole the classical pathway in Sella Dolcedorme and to Piana del Pollino. We arrive in just over an hour to the plans. Grazing cows. The flat and we see three pastors on a rocky hill, sat down to chat. It looks like a scene of yesteryear. Gone are but one of them seems to be a pastor of my acquaintance. He approached us and barks a Maremma.

I know these dogs as suspicious but I try the same approach the launch of a biscuit, eat it stops barking and looks at me curiously. But it does not come close. Another cookie but the dog is kept at a distance: it is a good watchdog, as it does not yield to the lure of strangers. In front of us the pass that separates the two mountains. Pass Ciavole is near. We climb the hill of stones and then We come out in the beautiful clear the ridge, populated by monumental loricati pines. I am in love with this place and get here already worth the entire trip. We met another pastor who went down alone. I ask the minister if we've seen before is what I know, a native of my own country, and he gives me the confirmation. How many times have we met, both solitary, the paths of these mountains. Since I was the age of 17 years and plan to sbucai Iannace for the first time (I went to fungi alone and I was pushed into the forest wanted to know if the road leads somewhere). We did not know and the first thing I asked was, "these dogs are good, no?" "If when they sleep ... .." I had answered him ...! few bars and Meetings men of few words. The pastor understands that the Dolcedorme climb on top and says that yes there was, but only once, many years ago ... and in addition to horse! The shepherds do not like much the tops of mountains ... the Pollino as perhaps anywhere. I say goodbye to the pastor Joachim (so called) and continue along the path. Again, there is a spectacular beech forest, which then gradually thins with altitude. We note that the steepest section of the beech trees take on a twisted form. That's probably the weight of snow, we think. In the last part of the ridge of beech stains and intricate as they are low bushes. Always the last stretch, the trail becomes steep and is carved into the rock.

We see a strange purple powder on the ground. We dip the index, look at him and on it I can see the tiny insects that escape from all directions. They are insects! A huge pile of tiny insects moved by the wind! Scholars of the insects in flight the ball. Explain this mystery: that insects are and what they do together beneath the Dolcedorme? The trail eventually comes out on top, next to the dry pine which indicates the track. The path then is linked to the backbone of Dolcedorme. Now we must not do is climb to the top. The clouds race by touching the crest of the mountain. They come and go and sometimes overwhelm us.

loricati Meeting the many small pines. Some resist, others do not make their needles and blushed as is their funeral. Among hundreds of years will change the landscape here and there around maybe monumental pines, each with its own "personality." At the top we go a bit 'under the ridge to shelter from the wind. Somebody put the Tibetan flags. It is not the first time that I find. Also I like, but we did not in Tibet! Let it free is the top ... If each of us there is the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving something to the top becomes a sort of museum ... Dine a few feet below the summit.

look at the clouds crossing the mountains. Clouds that run fast. The descent is made along the classical pathway, which winds along the ridge west to lead to the Sella. Before coming here you must contemplate the monumental pine loricato behind the beech forest, located on a slope.

But my gaze is focused towards loricati dried sprout away from the beech forest, skeletal and slender. The beech has invaded their territory and they now seem defeated but still proud of its ancient splendor of the past. I make several photos of the scene: I had never seen before, but I've been here many times (but maybe did not have enough zoom for finding!). We arrived at the path that will lead us to the Plain of Pollino. Before popping in the light of the plain, let the old beech secular find myself torn in two by lightning. Once I had drawn in my notebook to remind me of the entrance of the path (or one of the entrances). I climb over the tree for a souvenir photo. Nothing is ever as before and even in the mountains, everything changes ...