After breakfast we packed our rucksacks, met outside, I moved Biscuit Tin away from the pine tree, which was dropping bombs (cones) on the roof, and then we walked down to get the chair lift up onto the hill to the east of the village. I quite enjoyed the ride once I got used to the idea that I wasn’t clipped in to anything and at great height
Biscuit Tin.
Switched to the second chair lift, then the others went off to do their thing up on the tops, while Paul and I sun creamed up, walked the short distance uphill to the church, took some piccies of the Marmalada and then headed off to the south on Route 15.
What a glorious morning!! It was an absolute joy walking along at height admiring the views all around. In fact I would go as far as to say that the whole walk was a joy; glorious sunshine, fabulous views, walking by the river for two-thirds of the time, practically all downhill, what more could a girl want in a walk. Perfick.
Looking back to Pedraces
Looking southwest towards Corvara and the Gardena Pass
Went down for happy office hour and ended up in a presentation about via ferrata, which was actually quite useful for a couple of tips. They’re off tomorrow to the one on the Gardena Pass that we did last time we were here. The others joined us in the dining room for dinner. Boyd did warn me that it was four courses, but I couldn’t believe that the lasagne was a starter and ate it all (it was lovely) and was then faced with the main meal – aagh! The food wasn’t bad, plain and simple and plenty of it if you wanted. I was completely over-faced, needless to say.Went and sat in the bar after dinner, by which time my bowels were revolting.
Paul wants to do the walk the others did today, but I’m seizing up and the thought of the same height gain as loss that we did today is scary.
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