Location

  • One last climb

    The penultimate day of our walk was straight down and up affair with some navigation of via ferrata, a tunnel and one last long climb to Rifugio Locatelli. The track went up… And up… And up… And up… And up…… Continue reading

    One last climb
  • Morning at Vallandro

    Morning at Rifugio Vallndro waiting for the sun to shine on Croda Rossa. Light cloud swirls up its craggy red, grey and snowy slopes then disappears down the other side. A soft chilly breeze blows through from the north. We’ve… Continue reading

    Morning at Vallandro
  • Mountain collapsed. Detour!

    About to head off from Rifugio Biella when we learn that a big chunk of the Croda Rossa has collapsed and covered our route. Only happened a few weeks ago. Over two million tons of red rock sliced from the… Continue reading

    Mountain collapsed. Detour!
  • Walking on the moon

    En route to Rifugio Biella we traverse another stunning alpine limestone landscape. Layers of ancient coral reefs compressed, tilted, twisted and uplifted over hundreds of millions of years. Milky grey rock hardened through oxidation. Split and worn down through constant… Continue reading

    Walking on the moon
  • The forests that float Venice 

    The majestic forests of the Dolomites have been an important source of timber for thousands of years, and are still an important part of the local and national economy. Antonio Stradivari handpicked Norway Spruce trees from the Dolomites that he later crafted… Continue reading

    The forests that float Venice 
  • Kingdom of the Fanes

    Our next two days are wonderful walking. Over the top of a snow dusted rock plateau. A long, long descent through a deep narrow gully into tall stands of conifers.  An equally long ascent through the forest to an amazing… Continue reading

    Kingdom of the Fanes
  • About the bike

    Hoffy turned 40 last year. A light and sturdy steel frame built for me by Eric Hendren in Brisbane in 1975. I was studying part-time in Canberra and a mate convinced me it was a good deal. I saved up… Continue reading

    About the bike
  • Walking the Pale Mountains

    For a long time, they were known only as the I Monti Pallidi, the Pale Mountains. Home of the Ladin people, squeezed by German and Italian speakers much like the great squeeze of the African and European tectonic plates that created… Continue reading

    Walking the Pale Mountains