Tours of several days in mtb I've always been fascinated and attracted. They have the ability to isolate myself from the rest of the world, only focused on the prize, I enjoy the leisurely route, surrounded by nature. This year, the spot chosen for our mountain adventure is the beautiful park of Gran Paradiso. There will be three days of healthy cycle-touring in large part within the park incontaminata Granpa. The park was the first to be established in Italy on December 3, 1922 by King Vittorio Emanuele III. Present
adventure are members of the esteemed MFTT: Ruttok, Avofabio and of course myself, the most popular guys right at the time of departure: Balvenie, Lancelot MBC, and Alpika Salukko.
Day 1 (Ceresole Reale - Bien)
It starts from the village of Pont Canavese, defined by some of us as the worst country ever seen, where we leave the cars for recovery. In fact, the journey begins, at least chassis, just above the village of Ceresole Reale, and then will be needed to retrieve the other car left at high altitude.
The air is brisk, there is some clouds on the horizon, but all in all the weather seems to have turned in our favor. Not bad if you think that only the day before we were caught in a storm slap machine. We leave beautiful clothes and allow ourselves to be guided by the "local" on the trail Balvenie Reale, a driveway that allowed the king to access his personal hunting ground, which consisted in the current park. Soon the slopes and incredible views of the valley supported us warm the body and soul. We are all charged and ready for the many challenges that lie ahead. The climb is progressing smoothly and thanks to the smooth straight Balvenie we have also avoided many miles of asphalt hated.
The view enjoyed from the hill Nivolet artificial lakes and Agnel Serrù is breathtaking and thanks to the rains of the previous days the sharpness of the landscape is incredible.
The first goal the day will be the refuge at the Col Nivolet Savoy. Shortly before the first snow of the esplanade are certainly not let us escape, raid risking every meter the rollover.
hungry come all to the shelter on time for lunch. The initial idea is to take some sandwiches and quickly resume the journey, but as always things are not going in this direction.
let us get carried away and order groceries without restraint as there was no tomorrow .... and so on polenta with venison, sausage, mushrooms ... tanning or not! The wine of course could not miss ... all portions monstrous to say the least!
That's it, I'm full as an egg and I am still waiting for the ultimate brow at 2800 meters, the hill of mind before arriving at the first stop in Bien ... I'm about to burst! Damn deer, there is not a fur die of congestion!
As we climb along a beautiful trail along the valley hillside Meyes, to our right the mountains of the Gran Paradiso Group accompanies us to the majestic hill. I have no words to describe the beauty of the landscape, where the imposing mountains sloping down to an unspoilt valley created by the flow of a stream annodatissimo.
Ginta finally to the hill of Mind si para davanti a noi la valle Valsavaranche e il lago Djouan accerchiato da un bel gruppo di mucche al pascolo. Sin dai primi metri si capisce che la discesa non sarà una passeggiata. Infatti numerosi tornanti strettissimi ci aspettano, se poi ci aggiungiamo che è tutta una pietraia mortale siamo perfetti. Purtroppo qualche tornante non è precisamente fattibile, a meno di non avere la mtb di Automan, comunque il sentiero rimane godibile e incredibilmente ostico.
Siamo comunque sopravvissuti tutti anche se Salukkio decide di dare inizio al suo personale record del mondo di forature.
Giungiamo così al casotto di Orvielle dopo una bella discesa molto pietrosa che ci frullerà un pò le braccia. Prendiamo quindi un variante suggerita da Salukkio che ci ha assicurato ci piacerà non poco. Devo dire che la promessa è stata mantenuta in pieno, il sentiero che si annoda in un stupenda pineta è strepitoso. Il singletrack è molto scorrevole, le ruote corrono veloci in lunghi rettilinei, le curve sembrano disegnate per le mtb. Una vera goduria, siamo esaltati e andiamo "full Throttle". Peccato solo per i numerosi pedoni che ci costringono a rallentare perdendo un pò di ritmo. Siamo così giunti, come sempre troppo velocemente, alla frazione di Eau Rousse. Per oggi il divertimento è concluso; ci dirigiamo verso Bien per dormire e recuperare un pò le forze spese. Doverosa la sosta nell'unico pub della zona per recuperare sali minerali persi nel corso della faticosa giornata.
2° giorno (Bien - Rifugio Vittorio Sella)
Dopo una colazione super abbondante, si parte per la tappa più corta, ma decisamente critica come dislivelli da affrontare. Raggiungeremo il punto più alto di tutto il tour, a quota 3.300, in prossimità del col Lauson. Il sentiero parte subito bello incaxxato rimanendo comunque ciclabile. La salita procede con una serie interminabile di tornanti, tutta su singletrack, un susseguirsi di strappi e pezzi in piano perfetti per recuperare fiato. Una delle salite più belle che abbia mai fatto. Giungiamo al casotto di Lavonaz, un posto incantevole dove facciamo l'inaspettato incontro di una fox. By now you have left almost tame easily approached without fear. A meeting so close I had never happen, the emotion was strong.
Now the games are serious and begins to pull up much. We are in a glacial valley where the rocks reign supreme. The path is not always cycle makes us gain altitude quickly. Meanwhile, we begin to see our destination, the Hill Lauson. The final climb of the hill is terrifying to see, almost overhanging a wall.
Everyone is asking where it can pass the path will be hard, but not defeated. Meanwhile, while I drag the bike on your back I can also see in the distance a chamois searches suspicious to me. The environment is extremely wild, are galvanized and began to walk up the ramps very hard concentrating solely on the final goal.
finally arrived to the hill, the view from here is moving. The effort leaves me as if by magic, leaving room for a serenity and contentment than ever. Meanwhile
that we enjoy the view of the Sella refuge expect to shrink the group.
The descent seems to be very exposed in the first half and then sliding into a gutted now that makes me mouth water. Let's start, the first section to be tackled on foot because of the steep and narrow path. As the path widens as we set off there was no tomorrow. The trail is a real show, not even a stone, sliding in a few words fun!
Within minutes we are at the base of the valley that will take us to the shelter. We are all excited, like happy children. Mamma mia what fun!
try to rest as much as possible to the shelter, partly because the next stop will be the longest and most tiring. Sleeping in a room overflowing with people with bloating is not easy.
Day 3 (Rifugio Vittorio Sella - Pont Canavese)
I have to say that he had slept little, perhaps in the throes of a daze from methane sleep real . The alarm clock is at 6.30, not ideal for resting, but perfect for enjoying sunrise and take some pictures of the beauty of the place.
Now we are facing a tricky downhill mortally. Leaving behind the "flow" of the previous down, you go to a land strewn with rocks and water ditches. The path becomes more more challenging and technical. The word "Trialist" fits like a glove. Click here for all the love in me the paths to be addressed slowly, thinking about each step, choosing the right path not to fly straight into the rocks.
Once in Cogne are already cooked, even though we did practically all downhill. The commitment was total and miles already have some paths improved our strength.
After a short break in the country for a second breakfast, we leave. Now the climb is steady and gradual. Do not delude ourselves, however, slopes, length of third and fiaccherà last stop for good. We begin to gain altitude and then first on asphalt on a dirt road. The valley that runs through and virtually uninhabited. Too bad only for the presence of high voltage pylons slightly ruining the feeling of isolation and quiet of the place. We arrive at the shelter Dream Bertz, practically throw the bike on the ground and head immediately to the restaurant to order. We begin to be tired and we are very pleased to be able to put your feet under a table. A nice plate of cold cuts and cheeses, watered by a very good beer in the Val d'Aosta we call into effect. The efforts are certainly not finished and the arrival is still far.
The path starts to climb immediately forcing to walk long distances.
Our next half box Champorcher to 2500 meters. The descent is not relaxing, numerous Pietroni stirred along the way are insidious. The final part is a little smoother until you reach a comfortable carriage. Hold on and quickly reach the last refuge of the tour, the Dondena. Now we really are the fruit, we allow ourselves the inevitable moretti and we on our way again. We must return to an altitude of 2500, another 300 meters of ascent, the last of the day provided that will take us to the hill Larissa. Our hopes are completely destroyed when we realize that our efforts have not yet come to the conclusion ... In fact, after the ascent of the hill we're not. We still have to go down and then up. Morale begins to break down a bit due to the tiredness of the day. Not give up and soon conclude the final ascent. Meanwhile, the weather begins to deteriorate and the clouds surround us. When you reach the hill clothe ourselves and begin to descend through the mist.
The path is bad ... rocks, tight turns! Fatigue forces us to several stops to rest in his arms. The environment is wild, it seems to be beyond any kind of civilization. The views are certainly not incredible, but the rugged nature of the place draws me irresistibly. The track is not always feasible in a bike and then decide to follow an alternative route through the meadows along a ridge-style freeriding. Once in a pasture consisting of a herd of cows in a sense brings us back to civilization. The descent is sadly marred by the passage of animals, forcing numerous sections on foot. We have become zombies, but fortunately our labors are now over. Route is a dirt road that will take us to the beautiful village of Pianprato. As a final test will miss the twenty kilometers of paved road that separates us from Canavese. Luckily they are almost completely down, otherwise the chances of survival of the group would be decreased drastically. Also this
avventura è terminata, impagabili sono state le emozioni che ho provato in questi tre giorni intensi. Importantissima anche la compagnia che, al pari della bellezza dei posti, ha reso il tutto semplicemente perfetto.
Fulllllll throttleeeeeeeee!!!!!!
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