|Cimoncino parking place in the morning|
We woke up early on Monday 10/31. Vesale was wrapped in a thick mist. We had a generous breakfast, then we drove to Cimoncino, where the cablecar starts and there is a large parking place. We were now beyond the clouds! a white soft sea was floating over the valley. Here a glorious sun was shining in a perfect blue ski.
|Our way up|
It wasn't nice. First of all the area is full of scraps and garbage, wasted by the cablecar and the ski slopes. Then it was awfully hot! I was still a little sick so it was painful for me to climb so straight. Finally I was angry.
We took a breath at the foot of the last hard climb. Monte Cimone! it had been towering all the time just over me. It still looked far. I was feeling exhausted. I understood that if I had stopped I wouldn't had had the strength to start again, that's why I speeded up the rocky steps, a foot in front of the other, mechanicly. A strange euphory was pushing me up. Son and husband followed perplexed. They were stronger than me and quickly went ahead. All my energy was gone. The last meters were an agony.
|Atop Monte Cimone|
Monte Cimone, like many other peaks, was a holy place in the prehistoric times. Where the Earth seems to touch the Sky prayers fly straight to the invisble gods.
On the lower slopes of the big mountain shepherds and cattle have shared for ages a simple humble life.
The first ascents took place only in the late XVI century, when bold explorers climbed the mountain for sport and curious scientists experimented at altitude about pressure and the atmosphere composition. In 1892 an octagonal tower was built to serve as an observatory. In 1908 a chappel was built and dedicated to the Madonna.
In 1939 the Cimone's summit became a military area and as a consequence the project to build a refuge was abandoned. The military istallation gained importance during the 'cold war' and it's still in activity. There is a secret military tunnel linking the summit to the road in Pian Cavallaro. Monte Cimone is now and mostly a winter ski resort. And a profaned place.
|Monte Cimone from our way down|
My car was all alone and I had to drive to Vesale seeing almost nothing. On the bright side... there was absolutely no traffic!
|Lago della Ninfa|
|Lago della Ninfa|