Saturday 13 August - Via Ferrata Gran Cir (by Martin)
The 'climbing
group' next to us got up at 6:30 but were still faffing when the three of us
left at 9:10, having said goodbye to the nice family from Halifax, who left for
Lake Garda. Before we left, low cloud had magically vaporized and suntan cream
was needed. There must have been a magnificent inversion experience for those
staying in high huts nearby.
We strolled up the path to Colfosco, where bread rolls were purchased after the inevitable queuing. Then up to Ronn, from where a path led thrutchily up to a superb belvedere path below Pra de Tru Forceles. An alternative route could have been taken us past the Forceles Hut, which would make a pleasant amble from the
We turned left,
below a wall of rock with shouting climbers perched at intervals up it. Across the
valley, the VF Brigata Tridentina could be seen, (above, behind Martin's head) with a procession of people
ascending in the shade and cool of the north face, up to the Cavazza Refuge
at 2585 metres. We met lots of grockles on strolls from Passo Gardena, and we
stopped at a superb viewpoint at which we lingered from 11:30 to 12:00 at 2090
metres.
A bit further
along, Jimmy's Hut, marked as 'Clark' on the map, provided excellent hot
chocolates outside in the sun, but there were some threatening clouds (1:10 to
1:40).*
A bit further on we enjoyed a pleasant lunch above Passo Gardena, with good views south 1:10 - 1:40, before embarking on the steep ascent to the start of the via ferrata Gran Cir (CORV 1, page 80 in the Cicerone Guide - Vol 1), graded 1A and not requiring equipment.
Sue and I carried on past a broken cross and a yellow madonna,
then past lots of fully kitted up via ferrata novices (old and young) and up to
the summit cross at 2592 metres. 2:30 to 2:45.
New views opened
out to the
In view of distant rain clouds, we descended the VF section (just a few handrails) in twenty minutes and were with Julia at the pass by 3:30. It was a pleasant walk back to camp along path 650, finishing at 5 pm. Tea was brewed, and then it rained, so we all had a soporific spell before the rain eased and campsite showers called. It was inconvenient to do shopping for tea, so we drove back to L'Tabladel for another excellent meal there, by when the rain had eased.
The nearby
English speaking group arrived back at odd times during the night (12:45,
1:45...) to periodically disturb our sleep. Curiously no contact was made with
any member of this insular and inconsiderate group.
* We crossed Alta Via2 here - memories of a trip in the distant past, but a recollection of a scary ascent to the south! [I've reminisced, earlier in Lockdown, here.]
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