We have seen the most beautiful lake today. Lago di Sorapiss has milky turquoise blue water because of the powder suspended in it from the shrinking glaciers on Punta Sorapiss, which towers behind it.
We had an early start, leaving the campsite at about 7.15 to make sure we got a parking space and beat the crowds. We’d prepared everything the night before and had breakfast when we’d parked up at Passo Tre Croci (1805 metres).
The track we followed through the forest for the first hour used to be a mule track in the World War 1. It was pleasant and not difficult, but quite busy.
When we came to a series of steps and sections of path protected by cables, the groups of people did get quite bunched up because some people were rather slow. John couldn’t wait to get past them, although I was quite happy with a slow pace for a change!
Rifugio Vandelli (1928 metres) finally came into view, perched on rocks to our left. However, we decided to go up to the lake first. I’m glad we did. It was still fairly quiet when we arrived and was much busier when we left.
At the refuge we had coffee and delicious cake before setting off on our route back… the long and high way!
We turned off the mule track and headed steeply uphill on a rough track. It was badly eroded and I found it difficult, particularly when the steps were big. My poor little legs! It was also quite hot at this time so I had to keep stopping for a rest and a drink. I must be one of the few people who was glad when it clouded over and got cooler!
John looked after me, showing me what was ahead on the map, and keeping me updated with how much more ascent there was to go on the steep section. I was very happy when, after about an hour, the gradient reduced and the path became less treacherous. I swear it was out to get me, with rocks and tree roots trying to trip me up!
We then followed a ledge round the hillside, where the path was protected with a cable. Here we could see that there’d been a huge rock fall over the path we should have taken.
Therefore, we deviated up to a different col, Forcella Marcuoira (2307 metres) before following the ridge to the col that we had wanted to reach, Forcella Ciadin (2378 metres), where there was another aided rock passage.
From here it was all downhill, back to Bertie, first down rough rocky paths, then through scrub and mixed woodland. Eventually, the path became a forest track, which was easier to walk on.
My feet were hot and sore and I couldn’t wait for the nice cold Solero awaiting me in the freezer. It was a lovely walk, with beautiful views in all directions. I’m shattered though, and do wonder how I’m going to manage a 7-day trek!