Sunday morning September 12, 2010 at 06:30 am parked in front of my temprone Pomilio Refuge (1980 mt). Fog clears and that others are ready to replace them behind, 6 degrees outside, a wind so 'strong that it seemed to want to take down' all those
antennas, the sun was late to come out of that band clouds on the horizon but above all I was alone, terribly alone. Okay, do not I lose heart, I remain a bit 'in the car waiting for the situation. Spend half an hour, you do not see anyone, wind, the wind, total desolation, and think that just a month ago at this time I was already 'in full march towards the Focalone and there were lots of hikers. What happens, 'cause nobody does not rise,' cause I still stand alone. ok, ', the sky and' open, get out of the car, backpack and I go to the blockhouse, but there is no 'need them to come to notice
how muddy the trails. Here's the icing on the cake, too bad output among others. About turn, back to the car, and it 'in this piece of road that I'm thinking, I know that summer is ending, we briefly review the schedules, arrival times, clothing and above all destinations. I just know that this year the long walks are over, I know that we are talking trekkinghisticamente the halfway point. And certainly 'soon to start talking about the mountains as if a dry winter but a path through it with a simple pair of walking shoes, if snow-covered trail disappears completely or nearly so wearing snowshoes or crampons, but with the mud up to his neck What are you doing? The solution 'to change the route? I take the car in the meantime and not 'go down and no one came to the market until the close Passolanciano , A nice Caffeine at the bar and I stop to observe three riders who were warming their muscles before the coveted (I think) Sunday around (lucky them). Today, the loneliness I have suffered more 'than usual, are sincere, with a man behind everything changes but I'm sure the turning point will occur' in this sense. Until next time. 
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