Velino, 2487 |
Terminillo, 2216, 99 km |
Tocco da Casauria |
Corno Grande, 2914 |
Monte Prena |
Paginone del Camicia |
Monte Camicia |
Vettore, 2478 |
Monte dei Fiori, 1814 |
Montagna di Campli, 1720 |
Monte dell'Ascensione, 1103, 98 km |
Città Sant'Angelo |
Strada da Roccamorice |
Hotel Mamma Rosa |
This comes one hour before "Luci d'Abruzzo", from nearly the same location, namely, few metres below the Blockhaus summit.
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Comments
Would love to see it myself once.
Note that nowadays the SS614 is maintained only up to the Rifugio Pomilio. Currently I do not remember whether the stage ended at the Pomilio or, more probably, lower down at the Mamma Rosa junction, where there is much more space.
The stretch Mamma Rosa - Pomilio offers an incredibly wide view. Find it in https://goo.gl/scFGTe where you note also the Sibillini in the background. I have also a panorama from there.
LG, Alberto.
Nevertheless, those mountains would be most inviting even without crahes or other circumstances of professional sports.
Consider also climbing the Blockaus by foot along the ridge starting right at the last houses of Pennapiedimonte, near the rock formation which is considered to be the statue of Maia - whence the name Maiella: https://goo.gl/xJQ5DF
I have lots of ideas for my next Maiella visit, but that ridge, together with the direct ascent to Monte Amaro from the abbey of N.19091 (450m - 2795m) lies indeed in pole position.
As Giuseppe remarks, these are fairly underrated mountains. Perhaps they lack the advertisement engine that we have in some part of the Alps...
In a pizzeria in Pretoro I heard the conversation of some young people near to me. The ultimate sign of distinction was, for them, to have a winter vacation booked in Trentino.
And I, coming from Trentino, was there in Abruzzo... The night before Sylvester, at the only restaurant which happened to be open in Fara San Martino, I had to drink till 3 am since the locals were secretly implementing a cascade of phone calls, summoning the whole village to see the cyclist who had "descended" from the Alps.
No Alpirsbacher, indeed, but at that late hour the table was invaded by empty bottles of beer, like I had happened to see previously only in the Czech Republic...
You also understand why I left so much material for the next tours.
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