[both the articles are only in italian at the moment, but the picture are understandable nontheless! 😉 ] . Those ones let you get just a couple meters close. But this group is also full of calves, such cute ones, who are always at the center of he group but who are so curios and spy on us until we are far away.
And after the boss, the whole family spy on us. We bothered them, better go
Greeted the group, it’s time to leave them alone, just the last slope is in front of us. We already see the peak and the steeper and harder part is already done. We stay on the edge of the ridge and little by little we get to the top on Mount Palon, 2.965 meters high towered by the majestic Rocciamelone, in a totally unusual brown vest.
Up on top of Mount Palon, the Rocciamelone seems only a small peak from there, despite more than 500 meters higher altitude from where we are
We are alone up here, in the deep silence that can you can only find in the altitude. If we really force our ears, we can hear a light rumble of the bigger cars and motorcycle which spin on the highway across the valley, but it’s just a faint noise. A nice good sandwich full of ham and cheese is our reward for arriving up here, along with the unequaled view over both the Susa and the Viù valley, and over all the peaks surrounding us.
Later after, another couple we have already met down along the trail, arrive. They have taken the long way passing on the fields, training for their next adventure in the Canary Island, the conquer of Teide mountain. They almost immediately begin their way down, just a couple minutes to take their breath. We are going to follow them shortly after.
A well deserved pause on the long way downward, between a field and some rocks
In some minutes, we too begin our way down, the short winter day unfortunately don’t give us enough time for long pauses and the way down is not fast. We actually decide to take the long path, mostly because the passage over the ridge, with the ice, would be too dangerous getting down.
We decide to take a shortcut for the long bend around the mountain and find ourselves going down on steep grassy fields, with the dry long grass pretty slippery which make us slip us more than once. Then we get again on the long easy path we walk on the way in and into the little woods before the last hill.
After the long way back, here we are back at our cars. Another adventure is ended but it leaves us with a great memory of brown peaks in full winter and lots of ibex.