A PATH AMONG THE ROCKS,
The word mountain, transcribed in reality, finds a multitude of variants whose definition and contextualization are, at least, problematic.
Everyone has his own vision of what the highlands represent for him. Often deep thoughts, parts of his own person are found on those rocks up there or he needs those rocks to make him feel good.
Freedom, emotion, well-being, purity, fatigue are synonyms of the same feeling. It is therefore a rather personal and romantic sphere, a world of certainties and doubts to which everyone, in his heart, knows how to give the right place.
My way of going to the mountains has always been very democratic, respecting all the experiences that have built up my being a mountain man. Like so many others, I started with simple walks with my family, visiting huts and comfortable ridges, and peaks that are easier to reach. Conquering the conquerable summits, I turned my gaze to those that required a greater thrust of enthusiasm, a deeper commitment. So I started to caress with my hands the verticality of the mountains of Friuli climbing the numerous via ferratas and climbing, finally, on walls and voids with the only rope tied to life.
Various degrees of a long love story that unites me to the many who walk paths or hug walls.
This is why I never disdain my alpine origins and I keep the same feeling for trekking or via ferrata climbing the steepest slopes.
The first walk, the first summit, the first via ferrata, the first wall ... Steps of a path of satisfaction in the most congenial environment for many.
These thoughts crowd my mind as I ascend from the town of Culzei in the Pesarina valley towards the Siera pass, the communication pass towards the Sappada basin. My steps on this road go up steadily to the small hut that someone has decided not to leave to a destiny of abandonment, bringing it back to its old splendor.
That's why I'm here today. Because this path has been part of my past and I want it to be also part of my future. An itinerary that I would like to recommend to anyone who believes that caressing the mountains is the next step in his personal growth at high altitude, after hiking.
The Corbellini path, which starts near the Siera pass, is not a path like any other, because it is equipped and unique in all the Carnic Alps and beyond. A path that hangs in the balance between hiking and mountaineering, accompanying along little-known slopes in that unique planet of the Pesariis Dolomites. A particularly fascinating "journey" for the ingenuity that the valley inhabitants had in its accomplishment. This equipped route, created in the 1920s, saw an incredible use of energy for its construction: four years of work required from the inhabitants of the valley floor, hundreds of mines used as well as hundreds of meters equipped with cables, walkways and ladders, 4000m of development 1200 of which carved out of the rock.
Traveling this route therefore becomes, as well as the best way to get to know these sides of the ridge of Rio Bianco and Culzei, a dive into history. The sacrifices and efforts of that time are imaginable by walking along these ledges overlooking the woods, passageways created between deep gullies and very high walls, where nature is wilder than ever.
Slopes where you can hold your breath and go through the concert of streams and crickets that chirp towards the sky. Equipped sections alternate with ridges of lawn with long and regular threads that make you feel like a flea moving on the back of an immense green animal. Here, the power of nature pervades you and envelopes you.
The track becomes a thread of Ariadne, guiding you through the maze of these young and landslide slopes, alternating ladders and handrails with walkways torn from the walls, one step away from gravity that swallows the scree. A path that grants the good fortune to be able to pass where, without the utopia of those valleys, the deep wild nature of the Pesariis Dolomites would reign. Lonely mountains, of a poignant beauty.
The passages follow one another between recessed canals that dig up the bowels of the mountain, waters that gurgle towards the valley, hanging woods where the encounter with wildlife is far from casual.
The labors end at the De Gasperi refuge, the last sentinel of the valley where human warmth welcomes and comfort the traveler who, tired, has the good fortune to enjoy from this panoramic balcony a unique point of view on Carnia, a view that will impress deeply in thoughts as well as the path just traveled.
The descent to the valley floor is a path of canals, of old pastures and woods. A sweet way of returning to everyday life, a goodbye written with the bulk of the Crete of Mimoias that watches over the immobility of the Pesariis valley, also called the valley of time.
Indicative path - Google Earth