| IgorZlodej13. 10. 2011 19:03:37 |
Of course I stole the idea, I hope there are no consequences. Starting point: the town of Rigolato, from where I drive to Piani di Vas. Then I go past both abandoned pastures Campiut to the pasture Tuglia. Why there, to relive memories of last year's ascent to Monte Tuglio, and to check the terrain for ski touring. Then I return to the abandoned upper pasture Campiut and head uphill. A nice path soon brings me to a great viewpoint; well, views were present the whole time, mostly on local mountains. I sit a bit, then descend a few meters and I'm already at the junction for Monte Pleros; on the rock there's also an EE mark. Of course it's not my first time here, but the third time; this time I tackle the steepness. The path can be followed, marked with red dots and cairns; I advance with poles all the way to the ridge. There the little path drops a bit to the south side above the Pesarino valley, almost lost in the grass, so not along the ridge, but traverse across the steep grasses. On the other side I spot a passage; when closer, I see it's secured with a thin wire. It doesn't offer much support, but it's all short and not tricky. The continuation is grassy again; a bit higher follows the "hardest" passage: a horizontal, steep, exposed traverse, dangerous for slipping, which would end below in a rocky gully. Then it continues mostly on steep grasses; on rocks faded red dots show the way. Every step must be firm, concentration doesn't let up until the top, where a great panorama unfolds. At the top two crosses, obviously placed in memory of mountain victims. In the logbook from 1993 I find no Slovenian names. I stay up there more than half an hour. To the east the easily accessible Monte Talm shows itself, followed by the somewhat harder Mali Pleros—I've been on both last year—to the west Monte Cimon and Creta Forata, and the entire series of other already visited peaks. Nice. Of course it's time to head back; I tackle the steep grasses extremely carefully—if you slip here there's no rescue; crampons and ice axe would come in handy. Rope protection is almost impossible, as it's all grassy. Well, it still goes well for me and soon I'm down on the nice path 228, and quickly thereafter at the Chiampizzulon hut, which is still open, so I treat myself to a reward for the nice ascent in the form of a Budweiser. Less than half an hour to the car at the parking lot awaits me. If anyone heads to the Carnic Alps this coming weekend, there's no snow on the south slopes, the highest peak Coglians has some patches; how it is on the north sides needs to be seen.
And a curiosity from some spring visit when we were there with Marjeta. Already below along the path there were plenty of people in the forest and all were picking something. Since we were curious what they were picking almost from under the snow, someone says it's some kind of wild radicchio (I didn't remember the name) and why it should be so interesting? "For male potency," he answers. Women helped with the picking too; they knew why
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