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Hi there. So it continue to be a strange winter so far. The Southern half of the Italian peninsula, still two weeks ago, was covered in snow which created some major issues and also, combined with the still ongoing earthquake aftershocks, it has been responsible for some tragic events and casualties 
. My side of the Alps here are instead still almost clear from it. Its rather cold anyway, these days it was about -5°C in the mornings, where I live. Yesterday I decided to go for a hike, with the idea to reach the peak of a mountain (Mt. Aga), which I have climbed sometimes before and be home before sunset. Family declined having planned for some shopping and a school mate birthday party 
, so I was on my own.
Left home early morning and parked the car in proximity of an hairpin turn (1222 m), just out from the village in the valley and immediately I have been bitten by the sharp cold, temperature -8°C out there. Frost played it like it wanted to be snow and was kind of successful in this. The first part of this trail is nicknamed the waterfalls trail, since it coasts the Brembo river which, in this stretch, runs quite fast and through some picturesque waterfalls. The track, until here paved and well maintained as a service road for a small hydro electrical plant, leads to an uninhabited hamlet (1314 m) and continues, passing near other waterfalls and entering a small valley. With a gentle gradient, the trail continues up to an Alpine pond (1654 m) where I met a grazing Alpine ibex and then it continues up to a cabin and, further, to a bigger lake (1790). From here the track took me coasting up along the lake, finally reaching a mountain hut, now closed for the season (2006 m), where I had a short break for a snack.
Given the worsening weather conditions and the fact I was alone, even if I had my ice crampons, I didnt dare to climb up further to reach the peak of Mount Aga (2720 m), this time. I instead wandered a bit in the surroundings of the mountain hut, looking for some good shots. In fact, just following one of the trails from the mountain hut, I hit a larch forest which gifted me with scenarios really looking like as if they were coming out straight from Hans Christian Andersen tale Snedronningen or, as my daughter Greta corrected me making me feel older than I am when showing her the pics - from the movie Frozen. Took some shots and made it home for mid afternoon. Knife with me the PM2, in rotation this week also . It just opened a bag of roasted nuts and cut my sandwich in half. It had an easy life
. Pics, just to share !
. My side of the Alps here are instead still almost clear from it. Its rather cold anyway, these days it was about -5°C in the mornings, where I live. Yesterday I decided to go for a hike, with the idea to reach the peak of a mountain (Mt. Aga), which I have climbed sometimes before and be home before sunset. Family declined having planned for some shopping and a school mate birthday party , so I was on my own.Left home early morning and parked the car in proximity of an hairpin turn (1222 m), just out from the village in the valley and immediately I have been bitten by the sharp cold, temperature -8°C out there. Frost played it like it wanted to be snow and was kind of successful in this. The first part of this trail is nicknamed the waterfalls trail, since it coasts the Brembo river which, in this stretch, runs quite fast and through some picturesque waterfalls. The track, until here paved and well maintained as a service road for a small hydro electrical plant, leads to an uninhabited hamlet (1314 m) and continues, passing near other waterfalls and entering a small valley. With a gentle gradient, the trail continues up to an Alpine pond (1654 m) where I met a grazing Alpine ibex and then it continues up to a cabin and, further, to a bigger lake (1790). From here the track took me coasting up along the lake, finally reaching a mountain hut, now closed for the season (2006 m), where I had a short break for a snack.
Given the worsening weather conditions and the fact I was alone, even if I had my ice crampons, I didnt dare to climb up further to reach the peak of Mount Aga (2720 m), this time. I instead wandered a bit in the surroundings of the mountain hut, looking for some good shots. In fact, just following one of the trails from the mountain hut, I hit a larch forest which gifted me with scenarios really looking like as if they were coming out straight from Hans Christian Andersen tale Snedronningen or, as my daughter Greta corrected me making me feel older than I am when showing her the pics - from the movie Frozen. Took some shots and made it home for mid afternoon. Knife with me the PM2, in rotation this week also . It just opened a bag of roasted nuts and cut my sandwich in half. It had an easy life
. Pics, just to share !
