Background. Friday afternoon. I'm reading and ruminating over the words of one of my guru historiographical, Nathalie Zemon Davis. They are there on the piece, lovely concentrated, when the fair warning ringtone sms draws my attention. You Gianmarco, Gorizia trailer I met at the TA Isonzo Karst (even though he was ill and did not progress). He read on Facebook that the weekend I go back to visit relatives and will run on the Carso. I propose an exit together, I enthusiastically accepted.
Organization. There is one problem though: on Sunday for me is already marked by visits to friends and family, hard to subvert the established order. Pushing up the crazy idea to leave at dawn, Gianmarco seems likely. I'm on the train that will take me from Trento (with only one change!) To Monfalcone and another warning comes on the phone: and Raphael, a friend of Gianni, her well known at the TA Isonzo Karst (even though he was ill and did not course). Proposed on Saturday instead of Sunday best, the morning is free, I agree even more enthusiastic. Ah, how nice to hear the surf of the long trail of a self-sufficient. Find out only when setting times and places output that Raffaella has sacrificed his race: Saturday she can not and must refrain in my favor - thank you very much, Raffaella!
F act. Saturday morning we find ourselves, Gianmarco and I, at the end of the path 79: Medeazza to leave a car and the other to the point of departure, Gabri. Here is a healthy Raffaella, a photo and let us go. Gianmarco suggested to me, in fact, 79: I do not know a path that runs along the border and Slovene-Italian border with a little jump. To read the paper seems to be a simple line that even a child would know to follow fast Karst blindfolded, of course not. Especially the first 5 km are truly a maze of streets that cross, intersect, they stop and we understand very little, I queued to Gianmarco and only thanks to him, without too much loss and some among thorns slalom completed the first part . Beyond the difficulties of navigation, however amusing, is a bell'andare: it starts with a tough climb (walk), then proceed up the narrow street, the bottom is typical karst rocks that outcrop, wet leaves, wet earth ; family in its irregularity. After the first 5 km and 79 is done (not always, eh) scored more and more recognizable. Trenches, stalking, memories of the Great War. Progressed quiet so as not to deny us a pleasant chat and continues. Let the boundary that a few years ago to block the path. It is a race that looks very much to the mountain: I have to pay attention to the ankles. We reach a peak karst (Monte Kremenjak), below us, the Gulf of Monfalcone is fully covered by the fog descend steep beautiful as usual me and I'll take it easy and safe (will I ever learn to fall more safely?). It's really funny: After the Ride Karst is my first ride in the hills "at home" and is also the longest since 2011 in this very calm. Eventually we arrive at Medeazza after 15 miles and change of Karst 2:20 a.m. '. The pace set by Gianmarco is great for me to climb slowly and almost always in step, is looser where corribile but without forcing.
Conclusion. is taking some 'time before I was able to return by the parties of the Sacred, but when I do I am happy to be able to count on a good trail company. Next time though I try to give a reasonable notice, because Raffaella must run with us, and never knows someone that does not add the cheerful brigade. Long live the Carso, long live the spirit of the Trail Autogestito. And if in the future, taken a little 'training, there was also clear ... would be much closer to perfection.
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