|A sign on Monte Grappa - no sign of Dodici though, because of the clouds|
For many of these hills, part of the ascent is driving several kilometres up narrow roads with 20-30 'tornantes'. When the Italians say 'tornante' they do not mean just any old bend in the road, they mean a tight turning of the steering wheel all the way round. As I drove up Val Formica there was a temporary sign that I did not understand and I carried on regardless. Eventually I came to a stretch where they were felling trees and then round the next tornante the road was blocked by several large trees.
Damn - but just a minute, I can see cars on the other side waiting too. A few minutes later the forestry workers cleared the road and let us all through. Magic.
Maybe if I had studied the map more carefully I might have made a shorter walking journey than I did today. However, no matter, it was a grand walk throughout.
I set off on track 825 from Rifugio Malga Cima Larici (1658m)on what was little more than a steep cow meadow. Very soon I was on the ridge at Bocchetta Larici (1876m) - a right turn on track 826 meant I reached the first top Cima Larici (2033m P84) soon after.
|The day ahead|
|Val Renzola from Bocchetta Lanzoletta|
|Cima Dodici from Cima Portule|
|Two crosses on Cima Dodici|
|Prinz Eugen Strasse|
|Entrance to Bocchetta Portule|
The next morning, when I set off down the hill I hoped that there would be no forestry work trapping me up there. No, there wasn't and they seemed to have cleared up almost all the traces of it very efficiently. Phew. On the other hand what is that noise I can hear ahead of me? Around the next tornante I could see a small line of cars travelling very slowly in front of me and then I realised that in front of them were probably 200+ cows being herded down the hill, presumably for the winter. And the noise? Each cow had its own bell.
It took a while to get off this particular mountain.