Day a little different than usual today at Palu: freezing cold and sun. I did not really want to ski but I want to do something different. Placed by the master of my 73 children CAI decide to make a trip to the lake Palu: I brought the camera, and I remember an old house with frescoes on the facade. Missing from my collection of rustic rooms.
Obviously access to the refuge Palu is possible only on foot or cross-country skiing, but I never stop in front of a ban? Down ... the lake is frozen and the view is worth the small trek with skis on his shoulder that makes me remember old times.
I stop at the shelter long enough to drink a hot chocolate, a bit 'worried about the fact that I could not see the path that leads to fine St. Joseph, a track for jeeps or snowmobiles. Who have not beaten this year? But the lady is very kind: it shows me a house, where I thought it was ten meters before the entrance, where you can go downhill.
And now who can stop me? I climb on skis to the stone hut where there is the entrance to the trail, I stopped a moment to enjoy the silence, the snow on Gembro. How much snow this year!
I love these tracks five feet wide, much more than highways FIS homologated with all the snow fired. I get down to small curves, but rather a snowplow, careful not to pick up speed. Crossing two ladies that go with the skins and fly to San Jose happiness and satisfaction. I get a little 'legs hurt. They are no longer used to be ... in all directions.
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