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.
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.
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