After months and months of long winter and spring and a dispenser of uncertain weather, the heat has finally arrived.
And snow, reluctant to abandon the highest ridges, is going: so 
melting snows swell rivers and streams flowing down from the highest peaks of the Apennines and makes rushing waterfalls.
melting snows swell rivers and streams flowing down from the highest peaks of the Apennines and makes rushing waterfalls. Like all things that end up, even without the snow melts a bit 'of melancholy, but the season has to do its natural course and the snow and lovers like myself have to resign.
way we could finally see the amazing flowers of the highest ridges, the raids of the young marmots in the meadows, the flights of birds of prey silhouetted against the sky ever-changing odds of around 2000 meters in the closet and put away the winter gear (ice axes, crampons, snowshoes, etc.)..
remains, however, nostalgia for the white of winter hiking companion (and spring, see " post " Sibillini Mountains ...) and that slight sense of anxiety associated with the passage of time, another small piece of our long journey he's gone ...
Giovanni Mazzanti
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