threatens to be good weather. It's amazing that the closer the Good Friday there are no clouds in the sky and the rain is not imminent.
This year is the 45th of the Cross and most likely time does help to calm us celebrate our anniversary.
not remember it all, after so many years that rise to the Cross carefree, and have not counted how many were the times in the rain or the sun, under the snow (twice we found our steps) or the wind, I never missed. It almost seems to sing even when writing: "... if the rain will fall ...."
early in the morning are Piero and Luca on the spot and then come even Josef, which has now become a regular.
Also in the morning are presented clearly and Gianluca, but for business reasons will fall in the afternoon, except to go back at night. Even
Giancarlo, Franco and Beppe are present in the morning. They proceeded to set up the field by placing the cloth over the tables, always in anticipation of bad weather that may come suddenly, and the network around it to keep out the boring VP that will surely come in the evening.
They then dug up the bottles of wine aged in the ground. They were buried last year and are dusty and, one might say, full of cobwebs. The content will be an unknown quantity but from previous experience should definitely be good.
The field begins to take shape, the first tents are authorized by their colors that will brighten the wood.
Franco and Beppe have collected a series of strains twisted by time and weather and planted them near the tepee. Give an idea of \u200b\u200bgoblins that have approached curious to see what happens in our field. Some others are taller, slender as elves that are intermixed with goblins in a strange fantasy characters.
The old cross is there, in the field. They positioned behind the tepee, still in good position, because it is the memory of many years of living together under his wing. It was time to replace it and because its base was abating and threatens to fall, and because it was also worn by time.
New Cross is already positioned, soaring in the sky, of wood as the previous one, but a little higher and made of round poles, impregnated with a substance that should protect it from weathering.
The lake in the background is gray, thick with a mist that dulled the colors wet horizon. But who cares, we sit on the Balota and we look around, including from the silent space around us. For lunch there's also
Flavio and Richard, who shall assemble their tents. Do not miss
Mottarone, which has become a symbol, although it may not be used.
Franco's mother sent us lunch. A good salt cod stewed with olives and red pepper to the right point, in the manner of his land. As a second Franco still preparing the cod fillets grilled with herbs.
to drink good wine unearthed that confirms the goodness to let it mature in the ground. Unfortunately, the corkscrew of boxcutters not go deep enough and the cap is broken. It substitutes a long screw that is implanted in a span cork and pulled with the hammer. Just a little ingenuity to extricate herself from any nuisance.
After lunch, we are dedicated to replacing the yard of the flag. The old one is broken and is now too short and our needs. We find a pole again standing even if it is dead wood, and soon after we have a yard even more beautiful than it was before. Rather than fix the portal and on the ground, we leave him swinging, so that just when you rub off the cord again, we will have less difficulty in putting a new one, otherwise we lose precious time to make the flag hoisting.
come Enzo, Toni and his son Andrea freshman among the elderly, Fabio, totally unexpected Diego, there's also Mauro and Stephen and now we can say that missing a few of our great. Silvano
arrives as always brings everything you need for cooking and meals already prepared and the structure to illuminate the Cross. We need to commute to the camp to bring all their household goods from the base camp.
A small break on the way to photograph our lily resting on a bed of moss.
On seeing the photo, if you do not know that it is moss, you might think of a monstrously large badge placed on a stretch of palm trees.
go down to the Cross and assemble the structure with light bulbs, making the usual illumination, demonstrating our presence on the mountain and our desire to bring upon us the attention of the One who watches us from above. Toni
the camp is being done with the wiring system on the table and a beautiful lamp that will light our dinner all evening.
And here we are just in the evening. There's also Nereo with Eli and Julia, Andrea's Prize and get all stop to have dinner with us.
Silvano is being done in the kitchen (we have not lit a fire outside the tepee) and prepares a soup of vegetables, light because we are on Friday and the second will be thin.
On the table are two bottles, one with a yellow liquid and the other with a reddish liquid. Certainly oil and vinegar.
Someone put a little oil in the soup to make it more tasty, tasty but more than makes it "intoxicating", basking in the guts with the fire of life.
have become aware that it had no oil or vinegar, more or less, all the celebrated anonymous bottles.
The weather helps us, not even the wind blows and the usual VP who come to make noise are reduced in number and are quiet.
is a very special night, because there is also Don Julian, brother of Beppe and pastor at that Pievedizio of that, we find a dialogue with him, has repeatedly taken his boys on the mountain of Iseo and in particular to the cross.
45 ° could not be a happier, because the good priest goes to the Cross that is already lighting up the night and the blessing, as then blesses all who are present at that moment and after stops at the field with us.
is not the first time a priest is with us to the Cross, but in many years is only the second time. Many years ago, had risen
Don Hermann, but the occasion it poured and stopped on the path that leads to the Cross, perhaps for fear of slipping on wet rocks and falling over. In the shelter of umbrellas of his boys, he recited some prayers and then he ran away without stopping at our camp, hardly even knew that there were scouts.
Don Julian, however, was with us, has stood with us and his blessing was extended to all scouts and scout.
As mentioned is the forty-fifth (long word like the past 45 years to date) and in the dark of night under the lamplight edited by Toni, you see a cake with "45 years, 1963-2007," 1963, was the first year that we went to light the cross and then be counted. The parents of Stephen
they thought, while not knowing of the anniversary, a cake that would please everyone and then they have sent two. Novices should always pledge to pay.
On the other hand are then appeared two magnum bottles of Franciacorta and led by black and the party has made it great.
Allegri and stuffed we went to the Cross for the evening greeting and see if there were the usual VP or, as it seemed and as it were, there were a lot less than last year.
Many were known to us, because they come every year and why they are always found in harmony with us. Warm handshakes, pat on the back and bottles on the fly. What content and images, not gas or mineral water.
The quiet night was spent, the field was silent and even the VP this year have not been particularly noisy through that at the most unthinkable. However
the morning we discovered that night-time Piero, Luca and Rudi, as they are always hungry young people, have switched to rummage on the table and they thought to munch on what's left of cakes and more.
Looking around trying to find out who snored more than others. All lies, no one among us Russians more than the others, although there are those who distributed as a precaution to others the earplugs.
The sun is not up yet that we are already standing, ready for the bath and the morning cup of coffee that usually diligent Silvano prepare.
We look sleepy and we count. There
Franco, who this time did not stop to sleep, but there's Giancarlo will join us again in the morning in time for the flag-raising, but primarily there is not Ottavio rose yesterday even , Friday. There is not because it failed to pass time for coughs, colds and bronchitis, which is probably going to take to Germany. To think that he would not be required to travel so long: he would just come to the Cross to take sick. However, we greet wire giving the alarm of the good days.
For the first time they stopped to sleep Mauro and Stephen, in a tent reminiscent of the old and glorious haired girl, now completely unavailable because superseded by a new generation of tents, but always charming and full of poetry.
The ceremony and, as always, simple and solemn at the same time. Although we sing out of tune while Giancarlo Italy Fratelli d'hoists the flag of Italy and our Group.
decide to make a shirt with a photograph of the Cross, because from now on will be our "Clan Balota of Coren. " Therefore requires a photograph that is suitable for this purpose. Unfortunately again, the lake is veiled as well as the horizon and this gray sad result. While
tinkered around the cross, placing the alpenstock with the pennant, to have our colors on the photo, comes an unexpected call from Franco, who welcomed the beautiful picture we are doing. Although it has not gone up in the morning, was present with us in spirit and noted the cross until they saw us. Meanwhile
Silvano has finished arranging the kitchen and lit the bonfire, where he presented his latest work: a steel plate, fitted with hooks and chain for hanging the wooden tripod. Not long before dell'inaugu-operation. Appear chicken, ribs and sausage and the plate starts to do his duty.
was also prepared the now inevitable twist. Sitting around the fire, Giancarlo and Luca do cook and, given the experience accumulated by now, this time much better and everyone will be able to race to eat it.
As always the fear of being without food and was taken to spare, and unfortunately they have also left. But we must not forget that we often have unexpected guests for which you can not refuse "a loaf of bread", although it is more likely to present themselves on the evening of Holy Venrdì, as indeed is duly happened this time too.
After lunch, with all convenient, we begin to dismantle the camp. Someone drops the charges before and left some luggage from the car near the base camp.
Dishes and cookware are properly cleaned, the field is left in perfect order in our usual style.
But before we leave is a final looming: a ride to the camp for the VP pick, as always, at least one bag of garbage. Among other things are still yet untouched bottles of wine or beer. Maybe it's the price you subconsciously want to pay us every year because we clean the VP where they left dirt and disorder.
off the fire in the tepee, and held off the ground outside, in the middle of the afternoon we take the road home.
This year is the 45th of the Cross and most likely time does help to calm us celebrate our anniversary.
not remember it all, after so many years that rise to the Cross carefree, and have not counted how many were the times in the rain or the sun, under the snow (twice we found our steps) or the wind, I never missed. It almost seems to sing even when writing: "... if the rain will fall ...."
early in the morning are Piero and Luca on the spot and then come even Josef, which has now become a regular.
Also in the morning are presented clearly and Gianluca, but for business reasons will fall in the afternoon, except to go back at night. Even
Giancarlo, Franco and Beppe are present in the morning. They proceeded to set up the field by placing the cloth over the tables, always in anticipation of bad weather that may come suddenly, and the network around it to keep out the boring VP that will surely come in the evening.
They then dug up the bottles of wine aged in the ground. They were buried last year and are dusty and, one might say, full of cobwebs. The content will be an unknown quantity but from previous experience should definitely be good.
The field begins to take shape, the first tents are authorized by their colors that will brighten the wood.
Franco and Beppe have collected a series of strains twisted by time and weather and planted them near the tepee. Give an idea of \u200b\u200bgoblins that have approached curious to see what happens in our field. Some others are taller, slender as elves that are intermixed with goblins in a strange fantasy characters.
The old cross is there, in the field. They positioned behind the tepee, still in good position, because it is the memory of many years of living together under his wing. It was time to replace it and because its base was abating and threatens to fall, and because it was also worn by time.
New Cross is already positioned, soaring in the sky, of wood as the previous one, but a little higher and made of round poles, impregnated with a substance that should protect it from weathering.
The lake in the background is gray, thick with a mist that dulled the colors wet horizon. But who cares, we sit on the Balota and we look around, including from the silent space around us. For lunch there's also
Flavio and Richard, who shall assemble their tents. Do not miss
Mottarone, which has become a symbol, although it may not be used.
Franco's mother sent us lunch. A good salt cod stewed with olives and red pepper to the right point, in the manner of his land. As a second Franco still preparing the cod fillets grilled with herbs.
to drink good wine unearthed that confirms the goodness to let it mature in the ground. Unfortunately, the corkscrew of boxcutters not go deep enough and the cap is broken. It substitutes a long screw that is implanted in a span cork and pulled with the hammer. Just a little ingenuity to extricate herself from any nuisance.
After lunch, we are dedicated to replacing the yard of the flag. The old one is broken and is now too short and our needs. We find a pole again standing even if it is dead wood, and soon after we have a yard even more beautiful than it was before. Rather than fix the portal and on the ground, we leave him swinging, so that just when you rub off the cord again, we will have less difficulty in putting a new one, otherwise we lose precious time to make the flag hoisting.
come Enzo, Toni and his son Andrea freshman among the elderly, Fabio, totally unexpected Diego, there's also Mauro and Stephen and now we can say that missing a few of our great. Silvano
arrives as always brings everything you need for cooking and meals already prepared and the structure to illuminate the Cross. We need to commute to the camp to bring all their household goods from the base camp.
A small break on the way to photograph our lily resting on a bed of moss.
On seeing the photo, if you do not know that it is moss, you might think of a monstrously large badge placed on a stretch of palm trees.
go down to the Cross and assemble the structure with light bulbs, making the usual illumination, demonstrating our presence on the mountain and our desire to bring upon us the attention of the One who watches us from above. Toni
the camp is being done with the wiring system on the table and a beautiful lamp that will light our dinner all evening.
And here we are just in the evening. There's also Nereo with Eli and Julia, Andrea's Prize and get all stop to have dinner with us.
Silvano is being done in the kitchen (we have not lit a fire outside the tepee) and prepares a soup of vegetables, light because we are on Friday and the second will be thin.
On the table are two bottles, one with a yellow liquid and the other with a reddish liquid. Certainly oil and vinegar.
Someone put a little oil in the soup to make it more tasty, tasty but more than makes it "intoxicating", basking in the guts with the fire of life.
have become aware that it had no oil or vinegar, more or less, all the celebrated anonymous bottles.
The weather helps us, not even the wind blows and the usual VP who come to make noise are reduced in number and are quiet.
is a very special night, because there is also Don Julian, brother of Beppe and pastor at that Pievedizio of that, we find a dialogue with him, has repeatedly taken his boys on the mountain of Iseo and in particular to the cross.
45 ° could not be a happier, because the good priest goes to the Cross that is already lighting up the night and the blessing, as then blesses all who are present at that moment and after stops at the field with us.
is not the first time a priest is with us to the Cross, but in many years is only the second time. Many years ago, had risen
Don Hermann, but the occasion it poured and stopped on the path that leads to the Cross, perhaps for fear of slipping on wet rocks and falling over. In the shelter of umbrellas of his boys, he recited some prayers and then he ran away without stopping at our camp, hardly even knew that there were scouts.
Don Julian, however, was with us, has stood with us and his blessing was extended to all scouts and scout.
As mentioned is the forty-fifth (long word like the past 45 years to date) and in the dark of night under the lamplight edited by Toni, you see a cake with "45 years, 1963-2007," 1963, was the first year that we went to light the cross and then be counted. The parents of Stephen
they thought, while not knowing of the anniversary, a cake that would please everyone and then they have sent two. Novices should always pledge to pay.
On the other hand are then appeared two magnum bottles of Franciacorta and led by black and the party has made it great.
Allegri and stuffed we went to the Cross for the evening greeting and see if there were the usual VP or, as it seemed and as it were, there were a lot less than last year.
Many were known to us, because they come every year and why they are always found in harmony with us. Warm handshakes, pat on the back and bottles on the fly. What content and images, not gas or mineral water.
The quiet night was spent, the field was silent and even the VP this year have not been particularly noisy through that at the most unthinkable. However
the morning we discovered that night-time Piero, Luca and Rudi, as they are always hungry young people, have switched to rummage on the table and they thought to munch on what's left of cakes and more.
Looking around trying to find out who snored more than others. All lies, no one among us Russians more than the others, although there are those who distributed as a precaution to others the earplugs.
The sun is not up yet that we are already standing, ready for the bath and the morning cup of coffee that usually diligent Silvano prepare.
We look sleepy and we count. There
Franco, who this time did not stop to sleep, but there's Giancarlo will join us again in the morning in time for the flag-raising, but primarily there is not Ottavio rose yesterday even , Friday. There is not because it failed to pass time for coughs, colds and bronchitis, which is probably going to take to Germany. To think that he would not be required to travel so long: he would just come to the Cross to take sick. However, we greet wire giving the alarm of the good days.
For the first time they stopped to sleep Mauro and Stephen, in a tent reminiscent of the old and glorious haired girl, now completely unavailable because superseded by a new generation of tents, but always charming and full of poetry.
The ceremony and, as always, simple and solemn at the same time. Although we sing out of tune while Giancarlo Italy Fratelli d'hoists the flag of Italy and our Group.
decide to make a shirt with a photograph of the Cross, because from now on will be our "Clan Balota of Coren. " Therefore requires a photograph that is suitable for this purpose. Unfortunately again, the lake is veiled as well as the horizon and this gray sad result. While
tinkered around the cross, placing the alpenstock with the pennant, to have our colors on the photo, comes an unexpected call from Franco, who welcomed the beautiful picture we are doing. Although it has not gone up in the morning, was present with us in spirit and noted the cross until they saw us. Meanwhile
Silvano has finished arranging the kitchen and lit the bonfire, where he presented his latest work: a steel plate, fitted with hooks and chain for hanging the wooden tripod. Not long before dell'inaugu-operation. Appear chicken, ribs and sausage and the plate starts to do his duty.
was also prepared the now inevitable twist. Sitting around the fire, Giancarlo and Luca do cook and, given the experience accumulated by now, this time much better and everyone will be able to race to eat it.
As always the fear of being without food and was taken to spare, and unfortunately they have also left. But we must not forget that we often have unexpected guests for which you can not refuse "a loaf of bread", although it is more likely to present themselves on the evening of Holy Venrdì, as indeed is duly happened this time too.
After lunch, with all convenient, we begin to dismantle the camp. Someone drops the charges before and left some luggage from the car near the base camp.
Dishes and cookware are properly cleaned, the field is left in perfect order in our usual style.
But before we leave is a final looming: a ride to the camp for the VP pick, as always, at least one bag of garbage. Among other things are still yet untouched bottles of wine or beer. Maybe it's the price you subconsciously want to pay us every year because we clean the VP where they left dirt and disorder.
off the fire in the tepee, and held off the ground outside, in the middle of the afternoon we take the road home.
