{"id":3653,"date":"2013-07-19T08:58:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-19T08:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=3653"},"modified":"2013-07-19T09:39:59","modified_gmt":"2013-07-19T09:39:59","slug":"walking-on-the-clouds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/walking-on-the-clouds\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking on the Clouds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\">The wind curves over the ridge tearing at shards of cloud and dragging them down towards <strong>Lago Santo<\/strong> which lies way below us in its natural amphitheatre. The ragged fragments of cloud dissolve amongst the pines and beeches. We are enveloped in a bigger cloud, visibility drops to a few meters. This draws our attention away from the spectacular vistas and towards our immediate surrounds, a kaleidoscope of alpine flowers, surreal in their intensity and dimensions. Aquilegia, Ladies Mantle, Gentian, and Alpine Roses carpet the steep mountainside to either side of the rugged <strong>sentiero<\/strong> (footpath) which we are doggedly following towards <strong>Il Passo dell\u2019Aquila<\/strong> (The Pass of the Eagle).<\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" width=\"535\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6090.jpg\" aria-label=\"100 6090 Thumb\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" title=\"100_6090\" border=\"0\" alt=\"100_6090\"  width=\"537\" height=\"403\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6090_thumb.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">Serena follows the sentiero towards Monte Marmagna<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\">&#160;<\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" width=\"535\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6103.jpg\" aria-label=\"100 6103 Thumb\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" title=\"100_6103\" border=\"0\" alt=\"100_6103\"  width=\"537\" height=\"403\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6103_thumb.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">Lago Santo at 1,500 meters in the Appennino Tosco Emiliano<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\">We\u2019re at 1,700 meters in the wilderness of the <strong>Appennino Tosco Emiliano<\/strong>, the sun is low, it\u2019s nearly 7.00 p.m., and it\u2019s time to make the final effort to reach the summit of <strong>Monte Marmagna<\/strong>, a hundred and fifty five steep meters above us. The wind up here is much colder than we expected but we\u2019ll save our final layers of clothing until we\u2019ve reached our destination and sit down to eat our <strong>cena al sacco<\/strong> (packed evening meal). We follow the narrow trail along the ridge, surely it can\u2019t be much further. Suddenly the cloud up above us is torn aside by the wind like a great curtain, and before us lies an almost theatrical apparition, <strong>La Croce del Monte Marmagna<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" width=\"535\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6115.jpg\" aria-label=\"100 6115 Thumb\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-right-width: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" title=\"100_6115\" border=\"0\" alt=\"100_6115\"  width=\"537\" height=\"403\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6115_thumb.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><em><strong><font color=\"#646b86\">At around 7.30 p.m. Don Lorenzo holds mass before the Cross on Monte Marmagna<\/font><\/strong><\/em><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\">Around one hundred of us have made our way up to the summit for a special celebration: the 150th anniversary of the foundation of the <strong>Club Alpino Italiano<\/strong>, or <strong>CAI<\/strong>. We are a mixture of CAI members from Pontremoli and Parma, walking enthusiasts and mountain lovers ranging in age from 7 to 70. We meet friends and acquaintances, amongst whom are Don Lorenzo, who has come up to hold a mass, and the mayor of Pontremoli, Lucia Baracchini. I chat with Proff.ssa Baracchini, mentioning that I hadn\u2019t imagined her as a <strong>montanara<\/strong> (mountaineer) and she explains that as a child she spent a lot of time walking up in the mountains, but now, unfortunately, she never has time.<\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" width=\"535\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6118.jpg\" aria-label=\"100 6118 Thumb\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-bottom: 0px;border-left: 0px;padding-left: 0px;padding-right: 0px;border-top: 0px;border-right: 0px;padding-top: 0px\" title=\"100_6118\" border=\"0\" alt=\"100_6118\"  width=\"537\" height=\"403\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6118_thumb.jpg\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"535\"><strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">\u2026 it\u2019s something that words <strong><em><font color=\"#646b86\">really <\/font><\/em><\/strong>can\u2019t describe<\/font><\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p align=\"justify\">At around 7.30 Don Lorenzo holds mass, followed by a sermon in which he talks about his spiritual connection with the Appennino mountains. He tells us that he usually visits these peaks alone so that he can be in contact with unspoilt nature, and wonder at God\u2019s creations. And here, above the clouds, far from the noise, smell, and confusion of towns and motorways, with the sun completing its daily journey down towards the distant horizon, one certainly feel a sense of \u2026 well I suppose it\u2019s something that words really can\u2019t describe. You\u2019ll just have to come here and find out for yourselves.<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">I wrote a blog article about CAI back in 2008 which you can find <a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/a-walk-in-the-mountains-2\/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong><font color=\"#0000ff\">HERE<\/font><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<img width=\"350\" height=\"263\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6118_thumb-350x263.jpg\" class=\"attachment-post-thumbnail size-post-thumbnail wp-post-image tmp-hide-img\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6118_thumb-350x263.jpg 350w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2013\/07\/100_6118_thumb.jpg 537w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><p>The wind curves over the ridge tearing at shards of cloud and dragging them down towards Lago Santo which lies way below us in its natural amphitheatre. The ragged fragments of cloud dissolve amongst the pines and beeches. We are enveloped in a bigger cloud, visibility drops to a few meters. 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