At shrines, white fir, from Front Wheel to Cugno dell'Acero
I now know quite well wooded slopes that underlie the ridges of Serra Crispo.
Yet there is still a magical place that I had not seen, if not from afar, from the rocky heights of Serra di Crispo and Stone Castle: yes is the forest of firs Cugno Ruggeri Front-wheel, which surrounds the east slopes of Serra di Crispo. In fact, as I discovered later, had also mentioned Braschi in one of its routes, in the book "On the paths of the Pollino": "... the path ends in the large level clearing bordered by swamp Grande upstream from the forest fir.
us into the woods following a clear track in front of the path that starts at the end of the road between large pieces of fir "(1993, p.. 140). This place gave me the impetus for the trip I had in mind, to be done entirely in the forest, away from the burning sun peaks shrouded in mist and in recent days. To accompany the Buck trust, which eventually may follow, after the many times he had been left at home dejected, when hiking with friends.
The first part of the trail is really tough: swarms of gadflies do not give me respite. Do not even need the cream. The only remedy is the wave of the traditional branch 'tree that acts as a fan and move them away. The most tedious part of the excursion is obviously that the stretch of road where the trail begins to Lake Fund. Meeting in Milan three tourists who provide guidance and then a Maremma dog of that breed of Buck. As soon as he sees us run away scared. The Maremma can be frightening because of their size, but are generally shy and never aggressive dogs. Obviously, simply doing their duty instinctive barking at strangers near the property, or defending the flock.
The path leads through the forest takes refuge after the Sawmill and climbs through forests characterized by the association of oaks, beeches and small fir trees. We arrived in Pantano Grande: Buck cools wallowing in the mire, in the tall grass. The fir trees, high, peep with their tops on the forest. We arrived at the door of the sanctuary. From the forest to go to the forest itself: entry is characterized by open spaces populated by monumental silver fir, tall and straight, some bent sideways. Behold, here I can really feel the authentic spirit of wilderness. " The show continues through til the rest of the route. The trail starts climbing, wandering between the mighty roots of trees. We arrived near a stream and Buck quenches thirst. I hear the heavy tread of animals in the woods. I recognize the sound: they are wild boars. I realize I first dog. Approach and begin to see their ears sticking out vegetation. They are a pack of wild boars of all ages.
I also see some small wild boar. The dog has now authorized the ears, and he too has noticed their presence. And then I saw a wild boar in the air and jump in fright with a grunt. Afraid to run away right away, chased by my dog. Boars furious if they can attack and kill both dogs and wolves, but only if attacked. In this case we are taken only to a scare, because it went straight on their way and are seen in front of two strange beings, buildings like ghosts near the stream. I call the dog, but is not. I hear her barking away. Since it is not a hunting dog should return immediately, and it comes back down along the wooded slopes. Awaits us after this meeting, another wonderful place: a clearing in the forest punctuated by a group of fir trees. He spread his arms in wonder. I still feel lucky when I can find for the first Once places like these. This is the ideal place to stay, eat and rest. My room is at the base of plums and chocolate, that of my dog \u200b\u200bwith bread and sausage sauce. We continue along the Front wheel: the goal now is to find the path around Serra of Crispus, and then proceed to Stone Castle, reached the north ridge, plunge into the forest towards Cugno dell'Acero Plan of San Francesco. From north ridge we must find the way alone, because there are only faint traces of the path that get lost and reappear. Ensued, but it takes me a bit 'too much in the west and in fact, emerged in a clearing on a rocky note as I can be pushed Timpa towards the thief, or the southwest side of Crispus. 
dog I'm sorry, we have to go back and continue to the east ... I get down in the woods bypass of the rocky ridges. The forest here is labyrinthine and silent, even if by now familiar with these places and I know where I should emerge more or less, that subtle sense of disorientation and anxiety pervades you forever. The forest offers unforgettable views: I find strange rocks that appear to be composed of many blocks ... Meeting dried fir killed by the fury of lightning.
And here I am in a place where I always come by chance, on occasions like this where vague in the forest on the trail. It 's a stretch of Cugno dell'Acero Channel and along the banks of huge fir trees dominate this corner of the forest. Now I should be close Floor San Francisco, which passes just below the stream. Continue east to reach (as sometimes happened m'รจ) near the water Tremola preoseguendo west you will find the path that leads to the Plan. And in fact I find him, even if you are about to be swallowed by the forest is now crowded with many small trees.
And here I am in the Plan of St. Francis, since I discovered the first time with my father at the age of 15 years ... Here too, the tree is the master. Now we just have to continue along the road and then down the mountain, leaving behind the first fir, and beech, and then the turkey woods and pastures that surround the villages of Valle Frida ... It 'was a challenge for Buck, travel companion that always followed me stay by my side, despite the heat (the dogs as furry as he suffer a lot!), Fatigue and the length of the path.
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