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Campanile Alto di Brenta Dolomites

(The bell bottom in a photo "vintage".
Here in the company of my sister.
I was about ten years, I think :-)

Yesterday with Dad up early ( about 3 in the morning) and depart for Madonna di Campiglio, more precisely to Vallesinella, the main access to the valley of the Brenta. Half of the day was the Campanile Basso, charming and inimitable perfectly shaped monolith, which has seen on the walls around the flower of the mountaineers, Trent and beyond.
The approach, though long and hard, takes place in a beautiful valley and, given time, still asleep. Come to see the sunrise, inexorable, and see the awakening of the slumbering earth is an indescribable experience.

(The massive Tosa, with the mighty rock of Crozzon,
at dawn.)

(The right bank of the valley of the Brenta.
With the vertical edge north-east of the low-lighted by the sun.)

Once the attack on the normal route, after about 1000 meters in altitude, we had a very pleasant surprise. As many as 14 people were grouped under the attack of the street, a group of course. This meant that the bell would have been quite busy that day. After a quick decision, mindful of the Max Bruno Detassis (which says roughly: "The mountains do not escape, if not the day you can always come back another day") we have chosen to change destination.

(The bass, the central jets.
In the middle top of the wall passes away Preuss,
masterpiece of early German prodigious climber 900)

(The Brenta Alta the fog)

So we climbed the normal to the Campanile Alto which, although less elegant than his younger brother, is equally scenic. In doing so, I'd never seen so close "down", I was able to study well the path of normal, on which they were committed to having roped in the morning.

(On normal to Campanile Alto)

(The low when viewed from the top of the Campanile Alto)

(Thoughts to the Tosa)

In return we have completed the central path of the jets, which offers magnificent views on the most famous of the Brenta, to the refuge Alimonta. From there we then dropped to the valley, under a scorching sun.

(Serial Climbers)

Approximately 1500 meters of altitude, in what is perhaps the most beautiful area of \u200b\u200bthe Dolomites. The low wait.

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Roberto Vecchioni to Fuchiade

(Thick public come. Splendido, in the background, the
the Pale di San Martino)

Friday, August 29, part of the "Sounds of the Dolomites", Roberto Vecchoni performed in Fuchiade, beautiful places to reach in half an hour walk from Passo San Pellegrino. The acoustic concert, which began at 14:00, was thus taken as in a charming and warm and on a clear day. Flack and pleasant music band that accompanied the thousands of fans flocked to the event (Tg of the mercenary was about 5000 people). As you said Ale, who was busy in the morning on Bepi Zac and on top man, that sounds wonderful event in the Dolomites!

(The "Elder")

(The acoustic quintet with background
dirt road that leads to the San Pellegrino Fuchiade)

(Gente. .. lots of people!)

PS: Thank you Ale for the pictures!