Today the decision is in a quiet snowshoe in Val di Susa, but we do not know where along the way, we will decide. I call us, Susi and Corrado and party after the load of poles of strict French brand, poles and boots suitable. "Cotolivier?" "Cotolivier", a place or the other, just do a little 'movement. Parked among the powerful Beaulard Chateau, a beautiful little village with houses rather old, I would say old, we should be around 700 or so where there is a tavern in which it seems serve the best raw deer across the valley! (Meaning cooked correctly), it is a little flat and rubbery if you do not digest the stomach of Neanderthal man, who regularly ate raw meat, but since then time has passed. Let's go back to snowshoes, take the trail to the shelter where the trail Rey or better summer pass and now there are about forty inches of snow a bit 'turned the temperature to very high altitude and season, I think we will be around 5 to 6 degrees. The initial stretch in the woods decided to salt, snow holds well, I leave to Conrad batting track and control the progression of Susanna who have not much used to the snowshoes, if the quarry. Light rain at times, the crust snow crunching beneath our feet, there is absolute calm and the wood is very warm. Traces of deer fell down to look for food and signs of fox are the only presence on our path. The trail is sometimes steep and soft tick, and finally we see the silhouette of a solitary retreat, well maybe not quite as lonely stands near the ruins of the horrid old chairlift fuoriuso dismally and now abandoned. A pile of concrete, broken glass, scrap metal varies, a classic example of love for the mountains that certain communities and their public administrators regularly voted election after election after abbrobrio reproach. Snack sitting Rey in front of us as I want and only the fingers, think good of bread and scrounge toma expertly led by Corrado, the value of friendship ... eh At the bottom, beneath us lies a sea of \u200b\u200bclouds milky-white and the background to Turin a triangle wedged between the mountains of the sky, blue. Perhaps the beautiful you prepare to return.
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