The climb out of the city was truly lovely, even if it was quite arduous as it wound its way over rocks and through forest.
The sun was out, the day was warm, and I stopped at this first rifugio for a cioccolata calda. This was my new favourite drink, Italian style: a hot chocolate.
Sounds so much nicer in Italian, right? They make it better too, so thick you can practically stand a spoon in it.
The old TMB used to go over some very difficult terrain for this section. It’s now been rerouted to this easier ‘balcony’ that basically goes around the mountains of one side and constantly provides views of the high peaks across the valley.
Like this one. Isn’t it glorious?
Someone really needs to explain why we always have to the valley before we climb back up to all these refuges. Like all the others, this one was worth it. Great food! On the trail, it’s known as the best refuge along the way.
I finally solved the mystery of how these isolated refuges bring supplies in – apart from by expensive helicopters (most have helipads) – and take garbage down since most have no roads. This packed mule was coming down from Bonatti.