Group decimated for this sunny, but windy, Sunday in January. To settle the direct troops on Mount Alps are Tutino, Domenico Di Domenico and leave Miraglia, absent Domenico Cantisani ( 'or Blonde) for the purpose of study, plus Henry and Fabio to form the trio of distinguished absent. It starts at the foot the massive mountain resort in the Alps Footer, 1070 meters, and immediately we head into a canyon, sometimes snow on the ground. Subentriamo successvamente in a forest, also snow, which finished us a break based blood of the area. There are no words to describe the view from here: to see the entire valley that extends to the foot of the massive Sirino is almost the feeling of being behind the window of an airplane to look from a vast portion of territory. But there is not much time to look around, so immediately you again, and, under the influence of dopante pudding, is imprinted suffered a rapid pace to climb, which henceforth will present more of the obstacle strong gusts wind, whose speed, estimated at sentiment from Tutino, would be around the 70-75 km / h. In the wisdom of Tutino, is not indifferent wind action today, so every step costs us twice, if not three times, fatigue. Come after about two and a half hours after departure on the summit, 1903 meters, the wind here is stronger, only sin we forgot to film the exciting moment of the summit, almost seems the k2, between wind and snow. We are forced to pause little, the time of some hasty photo on the ridge east, a little more protected, and then straight down into the wood that gives us the right protection from the wind. A new path, then that needs to be rebuilt as soon as combines the beauty of the landscape and amenicità limestone rocks where he dwells pine loricato, with the difficulty Altitude and the evocative presence of ice and wind, to make still our most heroic effort.
09-03-08-After a period of inactivity, dictated by commitments sovraordinati, rieccoci for an outing on massive Sirino. We start from the junction leading to the Shrine of Our Lady of Sirino, lagonegrese side, and we go through a dense forest of beech snow, in a climate that, as the road climbs, it becomes increasingly surreal. Once again we do not find the right words to describe the magical sounds of a mountain, the slight rustle of the wind, the snow that falls from moments branches of the trees and our breaths affannati impervious to climb. In the first part, our journey has followed a straight line, cutting so many turns that characterize the rise and which are submerged in snow almost confused with the rest of the slope. There appears for a moment in front of Mount Pope among clouds, can be seen on the left Val d'Agri, invaded the Petrusillo and the wind farm. And 'only a small respite, the sky immediately closes a hedgehog, visibility is poor to say the least, while the Monte Sirino draws near, yet hid
den from our eyes grey clouds. We came close to the Fontanelle, from here you should see Lauria, but this time we barely see the mountain that rises imposing front of us. Here we expect the last effort of the day, with a tear really challenging, between ice and snow. We finally spiazzale in the Sanctuary, for the latter half submerged in snow. We are at 1908 meters, and unfortunately this time we are deprived of the vast panorama that this mountain can offer its visitors. Without the photos rite on the sanctuary (unique background possible between nuvoloni around us), began sad descent satisfied to have reached a place so remote in adverse weather conditions.
