The alarm clock has moved forward and, despite this, someone manages to get even with considerable delays . The pure hard and show more or less openly dissent. You never know exactly who he is because someone is added at the last moment and often have to supply equipment for those who do not possess. "Bring your old coat for a friend of mine, who can I borrow a couple of boots, a harness, helmet, snowshoes? "But something, inevitably, it lacks the same.
Shrinks the machines to save on petrol and those sitting behind you have to squeeze between the backpacks that do not fit in the trunk. Already during the journey begins a busy and cheerful chatter: what did you do during the week, that shit Mastella has dropped the government pause for coffee at the bar.
got out of the car, before attacking the route begins a fast-paced activity that resembles that of a North African bazaar. "Did you bring your coat? The gaiters are fastened inside or outside? How do you fit 'ste rackets? Put my stuff in the otherwise your bag weighs too much. If you want to put in your backpack, do so before. " After long negotiations and the preparation we go. Now small groups that come together in any order to climb the slope and debated on the most diverse subjects. There is talk of religion and secularism, immigration, ecology, but also sports, shopping and gossip, such discussions become heated, others remain more calm. The pace allows you to keep breath for words, and we chat a lot. Soon it's time for a break because someone is thirsty, hungry or both. "Someone wants of bitter chocolate, Venezuelan Fair? I brought some dried apricots untreated, without coloring, farmed organic farming. Its tea is very good because it has more lemon. "
Luckily the sun is already high and mild temperatures, with equipment patched because of certain people, even a breeze can cause frostbite. The pure hard and complain about the heat: "The other time, right here, there was -20". A pile of stones in the sun, where the view opens, offers some excuse to stop. "But as the summit is near. Go easy on top of you, here it feels so good. " The others continue with his usual calm, the last effort and we are at the tip, although it is rather rounded. There we cover enjoying the landscape, but we prefer to get by others to eat, where it is repaired.
From backpacks out the most amazing things: the usual ham, salami and more tomini anchovies in green, and set them pizza. But the fun comes with the sweet when someone comes out with a cake, another cake made the day before. "Man, we forgot the wine!" We are unable to leave the vices, but good habits are lost immediately. Downhill proceed as always in groups, and those below from time to time to stop throwing snowballs waiting, the others follow. Finally, the ritual of the bar is repeated, but this time it's a way to prolong the pleasure of the day. Those in a hurry can be convinced easily to delay the departure.
Time to say goodbye lasts a lot: crossroad of kisses and hugs, then all at home.
Shrinks the machines to save on petrol and those sitting behind you have to squeeze between the backpacks that do not fit in the trunk. Already during the journey begins a busy and cheerful chatter: what did you do during the week, that shit Mastella has dropped the government pause for coffee at the bar.
got out of the car, before attacking the route begins a fast-paced activity that resembles that of a North African bazaar. "Did you bring your coat? The gaiters are fastened inside or outside? How do you fit 'ste rackets? Put my stuff in the otherwise your bag weighs too much. If you want to put in your backpack, do so before. " After long negotiations and the preparation we go. Now small groups that come together in any order to climb the slope and debated on the most diverse subjects. There is talk of religion and secularism, immigration, ecology, but also sports, shopping and gossip, such discussions become heated, others remain more calm. The pace allows you to keep breath for words, and we chat a lot. Soon it's time for a break because someone is thirsty, hungry or both. "Someone wants of bitter chocolate, Venezuelan Fair? I brought some dried apricots untreated, without coloring, farmed organic farming. Its tea is very good because it has more lemon. "
Luckily the sun is already high and mild temperatures, with equipment patched because of certain people, even a breeze can cause frostbite. The pure hard and complain about the heat: "The other time, right here, there was -20". A pile of stones in the sun, where the view opens, offers some excuse to stop. "But as the summit is near. Go easy on top of you, here it feels so good. " The others continue with his usual calm, the last effort and we are at the tip, although it is rather rounded. There we cover enjoying the landscape, but we prefer to get by others to eat, where it is repaired.
From backpacks out the most amazing things: the usual ham, salami and more tomini anchovies in green, and set them pizza. But the fun comes with the sweet when someone comes out with a cake, another cake made the day before. "Man, we forgot the wine!" We are unable to leave the vices, but good habits are lost immediately. Downhill proceed as always in groups, and those below from time to time to stop throwing snowballs waiting, the others follow. Finally, the ritual of the bar is repeated, but this time it's a way to prolong the pleasure of the day. Those in a hurry can be convinced easily to delay the departure.
Time to say goodbye lasts a lot: crossroad of kisses and hugs, then all at home.
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