Between the walls of this pit, which comprise the Torrioni Magnaghi and Cigar, is affected by a long vertical groove. We leave the bags here, we help eachother with a hammer, nails and hooks, we tie a rope fifty feet, and so on. In the groove and do not encounter major difficulties from which we reach the fork, with two or three meters of split, we pass on the cigar.
I'm leading, and as the partner makes me safe, I move right to the edge of our stops at a crack. I look at the judge: for me. The attack directly, planting three nails, as well to make sure, I need for progression: there is plenty of footholds and the crack is quite steep. This brings to six or seven meters until the thin slit die under a small ledge in the corner I grabbed it with both hands, move right. I'm reaching out for an outlet, the key, return to former position.
"It's 'careful' warn his friend, even though there is no need to recall it. Since the outlet seems to me good, I gently stretched and grabbed. Then leave me hanging on the wall with overhanging and decisive move reach the edge. [...].
Gained the edge more easily lifts me up to a narrow shelf on which I assure you with a nail. Finally rest: the above steps have cost me no little effort.
"I come?" Asked Sora.
"Wait."
"How are you?" He adds.
"The wrong".
During the climb the words as well as their movements are kept to a minimum, nothing less and nothing more. Everything is functional. [...].
Allocation. Staying on the edge, lifts me up to a comfortable second landing, under another overhang. Find the spot where the nail to make sure which, but for the look and buttons, can not find it. I can drive one where the surface level of the balcony on the corner with the rock beyond the vertical. The nail enters singing and is very solid, but its location is not the most won. [...].
But it is time to resume the work. The rock for a while 'sticking salt, then, after the lip of the small cliff, take the configuration of a small dihedral, with negative slope and desperately packed. There are no cracks, no cracks or holes, nothing to do with the unique surface. And yet ... by trial and error I can fix a nail rim, so we decide to groped the technique called 'pyramid'. Sora s'aggancia to nail the landing and I, clinging to the iron that I have driven to the brink, I stand with one foot resting on the shoulder of Sora and the other the rock. [...].
brings me to the last serious obstacle, but I really do not have reason to succeed. Not indifferent to the hardships of the day, the steps of a higher order, the inexperienced and the rudimentary system of climbing we were exhausted. We were sure to win and we are forced to give up. Such a reality there must be a genius. Get back on the shoulders of the friend that is secured to the nail of the gallery, but ... nothing to do today. The Cigar pulling them there.
match lost? For now, but the beautiful way must be ours and it will be if we can renew the attempt. There caliamo with the bitter taste in the mouth of a waiver and a burning desire for revenge. WHEN? About