Chronicle of a day of no-fly 
And 'Saturday, one of many, and quite cold winter with few prospects for the flight, but "If ghe de na, na de ghe and so after long days of rain and frost, (the rain certainly prevents us from flying, but not freezing, not being a daredevil anche il gelo blocca un po’ il mio entusiasmo, però oggi sono qui.
La cosa probabile anzi quasi certa sono un paio di voletti da campetto e poi considerando che la neve occupa ancora la vetta della mia montagna (opps forse dovrei dire della montagna di Ignazio) si prospetta una camminata salutare nei boschi, anche in solitaria per ritemprare l’io interiore.
Così questa giornata ha inizio, mi rendo subito conto che l’aria è fredda ma la voglia di tornare a librarmi nel cielo è alta, dopo un po’ di settimane, così cerco di non far caso al freddo e di ritrovare l’intesa con la mia vela.
E’ immediata, come se avessi volato ieri, di questo ne sono contento, noi ci amiamo.
Mentre risalgo con la vela a fiocco un saluto mi arriva dal bordo del prato, Felice, che è un po’ che non lo vedo. Due parole e mi dice che la navetta va in decollo anche con la neve, confermata dall’incontro con Ignazio che mi chiede: “ Vieni su Franky ? “ E io: “ Se vai su!” E lui: “ Certo che vado su!” E io: “Certo che vengo su!” Due risate e una stretta di mano. Appuntamento a mezzogiorno. Ora Un altro voletto.
Ho conosciuto anche un ragazzo con il delta, uno che non avevo mai incontrato, che effettivamente alla fine di questa giornata, sarà l’unico ad aver volato, usando il mosquito, e decollando dai campetti.
Ok tutto pronto si parte, siamo in ten, six four hang gliders and paragliders, seem strange that so close to the passion that unites us and we always end up making a separate group.
OK, however the vibrations coming from the group are positive even if it seems that the take-off is closed by a cloud the joy is there.
At one point the snow is beginning to see a large branch on the road and prevents it from continuing, but the enterprising Ignatius is equipped with a chainsaw and clear the road.
the parking break forced to mount the chains, the next ramp is steep and almost every walk we walk behind the bus trudging. But two chains are totally sufficient, the second stop in the plan to fit the front. E via verso il decollo.
La nebbia ci accoglie con il suo grigiore in grado di rallentare e addirittura di spegnere l’entusiasmo per il volo, ma non l’entusiasmo per l’avventura.
I ragazzi dei delta montano speranzosi che il decollo si liberi, anche noi ci prepariamo sperando che il sole scaldi a sufficienza per far alzare questa nebbia.
Speranze vane…
Dopo un’ora un po’ si è aperto sopra di noi ma davanti non ne vuole sapere, sembra un’inversione termica!!!???
La nube staziona davanti al decollo e ci resterà per tutto il giorno.
Così passiamo il tempo visitando la casetta di Ignazio e con il suo invito, ci troviamo davanti ad un fuoco, radunati in una room for a coffee or a glass of wine, two flat breads and a little 'chatter on the flight. Between the four of us
paraglider was born the desire to walk down (just can not fly at least if you walk in the midst of nature and adventure), so the shuttle will bring down our bags and we will go down on foot.
Talking Ignatius of his mountain retreat I came to tell him that he would need to be un'imbiancata and that if I could do it in the spring, since it's my job.
He says it is OK, come on, I do make a change in tandem with the delta. Barter arrangement.
So greetings and down on foot. A piece of normal way and then you decide for a detour, a path I do not know, but the three of them have already done, and within a little while I realize I am walking on the ridge that normally fly over in search of heat to go up, we retraced our steps the bird hunters is that seen from above a double circle as if a path was enclosed by two rows of trees, but seen from above has a different charm, I think I've often wondered what it was and that particular place was on the ground, and here I am, with the snow and fog the charm of this place is extraordinary.
continue the descent, the snow ends and the path surrounded by nature appear the autumn leaves of chestnut trees that have restored to the earth, the ground is slippery and muddy so many times that in turn is likely to fall. A long descent that lasted more than an hour, will remember it tomorrow my legs to the sides have held back the weight. In
landing to wait for the shuttle with our sails and in the meantime talk to the hang glider, the one that flew with the mosquito, tells us that the air was a bit 'mossache headed toward the lake and affect its hour of flight has made it.
We are all a bit 'jealous postpone the appointment at the next opportunity, while in the meantime Ignatius comes with the lights on.
are now five in the afternoon, we retrieve the bags and go, after the customary greetings, you go home. Although
the cloud was just before takeoff and immediately returned to see under it, the sense of love for life and adventure in this beautiful sport has made us desist from making rash decisions. The mountain is waiting for us again next time.
