White, Red, Green, Pink, Yellow and Blue. What are these colors? Those of a flag? I'm thinking to the rainbow? Or simply Adelscott drinking beer last night with friends of the CAI Bologna, after the presentation of the 2000 Villa Tamba, has left some train?
Not at all. White, Red, Green, Pink, Yellow and Blue are the dominant colors of last weekend, Saturday 18 and Sunday, September 19, 2010. When together with these friends of the CAI Bologna (Anna, Barbara, Elisa, Henry, Frederick, Gianluigi, Laura, Nara, Orlando) and three brave CAI Sansepolcro (John, Valentine, William), we ventured in the Val d'Ozola, regardless - or rather, conscious, but well equipped in case of bad weather ... - of unfavorable weather. 
We were thirteen as the Last Supper, but - apart from the fog, wind and rain did not give us respite until Sunday morning - there is nothing wrong happened. Indeed. We must blow the gloomy weather on Saturday morning, climbing the beech forests that cover the broad ridge that leads to Ligonchio Mount (1781 m). Once in the vicinity of the watershed Tirreno-Adriatico with a large cut under the Monte Sillano and Mount Soraggio we reached the main ridge at the Leek (1834 m). Regardless of fog and wind we marched at a good pace to pitch Romecchio and the delightful little church of San Bartolomeo, then - given the futility of continuing along the ridge - in a torrential downpour we headed to the refuge, and finally to Bargetana Rifugio Battisti, the final end of the day. Here, after having quickly "restored" - some have even made so bold a shower - we sat at the table at five and a half and we have not raised, but in a good way: first a snack of cured meats and wine red, which is then seamlessly welded to a gourmet dinner with an appetizer salad made with fresh porcini mushrooms, farro soup, polenta pork and milk, baked potatoes, wine and plenty of sweets, with a grand finale grappa and coffee. And one night of sleep robust, despite the rain on the roof of the shelter continued to roar.
The next day we wake up and nothing seems to change: more rain, fog, wind. We walk towards the Cusna (2120 m) - to be the top candidate Coppi excursion - but the giant angrily pulling them back there since Passone: not necessary in those conditions.
retrace our steps and - giving us one last chance - we decided to revisit the section of the ridge day before, hoping for better luck. And as fortune favors the brave, that's it: the rain stops, takes a first ray of sunshine that draws Ozola the rainbow over the valley, the mist also clears the ridge, swept by a strong wind from the northeast. And while kicking boots on the watershed, we open up the vista over the whole Garfagnana and the Apuan Alps to the west over most of the high Toscana. Even the sea can be seen clearly, with the Gulf of La Spezia and Portovenere promontory that plunges us into it.
Only the summit of Cusna and the top of its long ridge "over 2000" remain disdainfully covered by fluffy white clouds, but it is the massive size of the giant that holds these clouds driven by the bora wind so that they save the ridge where we walk and let us enjoy the sun of September, still vigorous. And here they are all, then, the colors that I told you before. The whiteness of the clouds, now harmless. The bright red of the leaves of blueberry in an infinite range of hues. The intense green of the beech woods at our feet and more faded dwarf junipers of hostility to the heath of the ridges. The pink cushions of heather flowers. The yellow grass cervina which now suffers from drought in summer and early autumn cold. And the blue sky.
A frugal lunch together on the summit of Mount Sillano and then again in the mist: The weather elements we have too much for granted today. Then away: first in the fog, then into the beech forest, then into the country and finally Ligonchio inside the car to the lowlands. Giovanni Mazzanti
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