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in heaven walking, walking ... The waterfall dell'Aqualba

"Luglio, col bene che ti voglio..." cantava Riccardo Del Turco in un famoso hit degli anni sessanta, tormentone estivo vincitore del Disco per l'estate 1968.
Ebbene sì! I can say that I love the month of July, especially as this year and last year did not molest us with hot sunny days and heavy with moisture. About me, the warm dry and dry has always had a positive influence making me me want to move to expel bowl of sweat and feel as a result "a bit lighter ... And now that we are nearing the time to fire up the boilers, I have a bit of nostalgia for the days spent in the month of July this year that I have seen more often along the western shore of Lake Orta in solitary walks also . All the more reason why I regret those nice days then unfortunately, I stumbled upon another enforced break due to physical problems which will continue for another few months. And my blog has suffered ... I take a quiet moment, to publish, if I get a couple of trips before you have to leave for another work of "restoration".

25/07/2009 Oira-Colma-Nonius-Colma.
Departure time 16.06 Arrival time 19.06 10.03 Km

( Click on the images to find the best path, traced in blue )

It 's almost blasphemous to admit that I never was to Oira! ... For someone who lives near the Cusio, this is a great shortcoming. And I confess also that the cascade of Qualba (it also says Aqualba) I was not aware almost visual. I was limited in imaginative excursions into the maps that often make me company in the search for future exploration. Just to go and see live, after having seen the photographs, I decided to tackle this easy hike along a stretch of the third stage of the "blue ring" of Girolago, from Colma, a suburb of the Caesars.

The beautiful image above is a photograph taken by Mr. Alfa, blogger friend of the "Lake of the mysteries", by a speedboat on the lake and waterfall resumes at a time of great water flow .
arrived in Colma, in the car, I struggled to find a place to park. I continued to Grassona and noticed a small clearing on the side of the road where there were already three cars and a fourth place, I had no hesitation to occupy. Come back, surprise ... A huge sheet of cardboard, placed in the back window of my car, I warned that says "This is a car park!" in huge letters. With a bit of concern I have inspected the body, fearing to find some souvenir. Fortunately, the mad but civilized "poster" was limited only to that and, perhaps, some snuffed, and I thank him even if it I have among my readers. I had not noticed, tucked away from other cars already there, the sign marking the privacy of the parking lot was also the desire to leave immediately for the trip given the late hour of the afternoon. It's four past when I turn on my trusty GPS and I am going to go back to Colma and then down the road that leads to higher Ronco. My gaze was attracted by Mount Pizzo. From here I could observe from a different perspective and looking back with joy I photographed a few days ago when I discovered that I had the wonderful views offered from the top. (See the post linked here) http://http//alsciscion.blogspot.com/2009/08/monte-pizzo-wild-mountain.html . It can be seen as the mound is characterized by two peaks are almost the same altitude (see map Annex I, we clearly observe the height profiles that conform). On the Northern Cross is located at the lookout staccionatura which protects the cliff that is over Nonius, and I reached the top of me. Behind the two humps of the foothills of Mount Pizzo begin Mazzone of tonnage lies above Cesara and presents itself as the dominant (1234 m) between the heights overlooking the west bank of the Cusio. Just beginning to come down from Colma, facing the lake side, I see the lake, masked by the forest, which until now had been overshadowed from the ridge. In addition, Mottarone and I is offered in an unusual sight for me (used to and see the distinct hill top rope with the antennas of the repeaters, but here it is in the background and not too visible than the rocks which occupy the scenario). Supervises the solemn tranquility of the lake. continues and the first stretch of paved road, heading south, is steep and straight and reminds me of the difficulties I have in the back, when I'm already tired, ritorno.E to me is some doubt about the choice today, even though I had nothing planned for the route. Normally in our outputs begin to rise, while the return, downhill, is best suited to our tired legs ... And while I think that I could walk from Oira directly, arriving by car, and then decide to go to Colma to let me back down the stretch. But then regrowth this hypothesis because the arrival at the sugello Oira should be conquered and discovered a path for the first time, with new images and scenes to enjoy slowly sipping sensations. Then walk slowly and enjoy the taste of treading new paths for the first time and have a place as a destination desired and imagined for a long time. I do not get in the car would bring the same emotions.
After passing the first houses of Ronco more efforts must be made to the north. At the junction where there is the Oratorio di San Giulio, otherwise also known as the Chapel of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, you go straight, turn right, go down to the village of Ronco, the lake. I find the first signs of "Girolago" and, encouraged by this, I face for the first time the path will take me to Oira.
There are many views of the lake. You walk in the woods. But when you open a gash in the trees, the scenario is presented in this beautiful July day is fantastic. The colors are clear atmosphere enlivened a feast for the eyes. The blue sky reflected in the water slightly choppy, and it is reflected even more radiant and alive. The silence that "breathes" the green is unmatched. Only in the distance, muffled, come the sounds of civilization, for the most car engines that run the road east of the lake.
The route is slightly downhill and the trail is well maintained. In the forest, the warmth of this sunny afternoon walk and not leaked to me is sweet and pleasant. Arriving at a crossroads. I do not notice any signs of "Girolago. And I think if I have to go down to the lake, the way forward is the right one because it seems to degrade while the left gets leggermente.E then the lake is at my right hand. So the decision is almost taken for granted ... Further along is a small chapel where the painting now worn, then the forest opens onto a green open space which is to culminate in the blue.
Curious to see what's in store for me this pianorino, surplus and are surprised to be greeted shrill of a dog from barking all pepper. I go up to a beautiful renovated house close by where a young lady is doing the cleaning already well-tended lawn that surrounds the house and calls his wad snarling toward sè.E 'a beautiful place, quiet, clean and idyllic. Far from any hustle and bustle, with a wonderful window on the lake. I dare to ask the Lord, stay on the path, if what I'm going is the right way to achieve Oira. After a moment's hesitation, in a broken Italian accent and cadence Teutonic answer me and I play the most popular and best kept trail is parallel to that and is just as high. Even from here I could go, at my own risk, though, because later is not very practical and sometimes not detectable. Honestly, I am tempted to go from here as I please not go back detail. Then, however, to satisfy even the lady who was very kind and not to disappoint you, thank you, and return the greeting on my feet. Damn. Arrival at the junction of the error and just mouth the other path, surprise ... A Girolago seems very obvious sign of mocking and songs ... But .. Friends of Girolago could put a little bit earlier in order to notice it right away! However, in this case I've been stupid not to look good and to just trust my feelings and comments. From here on out will be the sign for more and more. We will see also painted blue rocks and stones that are on the trail, sometimes exaggerating as well. Despite this, I again embarked on the wrong way ... At some point I would have to divert much right down to the wood and leaving the beautiful trail I was following, and proceeded straight .. Here again, unfortunately, the report has been placed a little ahead of time as was necessary. I went to the track cleaner and off without realizing that there was just a detour, not too obvious, coming down through the trees. I started to have some suspicion of wrong again when, after a long stretch in a semicircle, I found myself heading south ... and to my right, under the rocky riverbank, I could hear the roar of the stream Qualba but not seen by possible for his ford. I realized that I was pointing Cesara on a path that went up the right bank of the stream. I took advantage of this diversion to take a picture of the mountain "The Peak" from another angle. If you can zoom in on photos, you'll notice on the peak shape focus of the summit cross.
A bit dejected and dismayed, swear to myself because although this is a marked route can not go so smoothly and I have to go back and find directions to the right path. Again I can see them getting more attention these blessed signs, and have more than one and there are also painted on the rocks ...
begins the less beautiful, perhaps, in my walk. I get down in the woods, among fallen trees and withered and timber shed everywhere. The undergrowth is not nice and seems lifeless. I believe that suffering, he felt almost abandoned. After the crossing, the trail starts in the east-west along the bank, which descends to the river bed Qualba roar you hear at last. Even here there is a choice (without indication ...). Of course I go for what makes me down to the river to the detriment of the route instead tends to rise in the east. A little further on a tree I blocks the path. do not go too because I think it's strange that it has not been removed from Girolago goers. Unless it fell right in these days ... And then I am tempted to go exploring the other branch of the path that I had not taken into account. So I came up with an old dilapidated building whose walls are becoming one with the woods as ivy and weeds have covered almost completely camouflaged and delivering it to the nature that seems to have co-opted. Trail dies right in front of the door. I see a chance to regain the wood sides and back and then proceed to the south, but I understand that this is the alternative that the German lady I had recommended. I understand that I must go back on my feet again and go past the fallen log to the final approach to the stream. And now I get closer and closer to falling Qualba roaring up to it, finally. Little water in a river bed full of stones and rocks, a few trickle in that waterfall si getta nel corso principale; pochi raggi di sole, tra il fogliame, vi si riflettono. Credo abbia avuto una storia travagliata da problemi di inquinamento. Ecco un articolo apparso su La Stampa di Torino del 18 maggio 1982. Grazie al prof. Ambrosini ed alla Diandra University, Centro Italiano di Antropologia e di Scienze Naturali,si scoprirono inquinamenti da cromo che portarono alla chiusura di una conceria di Cesara. http//www.ambrosiniscienze.org/inquinamento1.htm

Ora il sentiero costeggia il torrente in direzione ovest fino a raggiungere il punto in cui si può attraversarlo su un bel ponte in legno.
Oltre il ponticello salgo, su un sentiero conformato a gradini, for a short distance and then return to a gentle slope on a path well taken. Along a barn on my left, and finally turned up on the paved road that descends from Vernier to Oira.

I Valbai places where there is a church dedicated to Our Lady of the snow. It 's a simple but bell'oratorio built in different eras. The original chapel was enlarged with the current date in 1692 the nave and the porch was added in 1906. Inside there is a painting of the Pieta, but do not know the author. After the long distance traveled in the shade of the forest, returning to the sunlight that lights beautifully this wonderful day. The view enjoyed coming down the steep, winding switchbacks leading to the coastal village is simply spectacular. Oira is embedded in this narrow vallettina cut by a stream which unfortunately I have not written down the name and who is not even shown on any map. Omegna the background, at the end of the lake at the foot of Mottarone.

Oira is of ancient origin. Just think of the serpentinite quarry, the so-called Stone of Oira, which takes time with a distinctive bronze color, which is located nearby. E 'Renaissance architecture was used (eg in Milan the portal of Santa Maria delle Grazie, in the West Cloister of St. Ambrose, in front of San Raffaele). And in the basilica of San Giulio island is the ambo (pulpit) dated 1130 with six pieces that are "a real preaching through images" these are the reminiscences that create sculptures made by an anonymous artist. Certainly being on the shore of the lake favored in this ancient transport "industry" of Oira.
Linko site Orta's blog where he discusses the characteristics.

http://www.ortasangiulio.com/compaginagt.asp?id=243&S=1885&C=1 down on the edge of the road, I find traces of this industry the "stone" or "cutters" of the past. There are still people who takes advantage of this quarry, to see the equipment that makes a fine show of himself in the courtyard of this house has the air of having been in the past when Quach important mining. I do not know if my impressions are true and if in fact there is still this task, but I like to think that it is precisely because the historical assumption that this quarry Oira. As usual, if anyone knows of some element in addition, it is well accepted in the comments. While I am going to get to town, I look behind, to Nonius, to take another snapshot of Mount Pizzo. "So dear to me this lonely hill "I remember ... .. and in fact I'm gazing from every position now. This view makes it appear as a single peak that rises where the panoramic balcony hides his sister behind him. I look forward to the edge of the lake to where I dwell only for a couple of shots in front of the Church of San Silvestro where the original chapel probably dates to 1200.
To get to the lake c 'is still a small but steep section of road. As you walk I run into a chapel dedicated to St. Maurice, by the Alpini Nonius, recently opened and the rest to see some fascinating sights and romantic in this atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

And here I am with the blue expanse before me as the cries of the boys, playing in the water near a strip of beach, do not bother at all. Indeed, it seems to be muffled and dispersed with the waves lapping the shore without bothering the silence that reigns around sovrano.Vado on the pier where the boats dock and waterway Cusio shot two photos, one in the direction of Omega, the other to south to Mount Camosino in the foreground, to capture this beautiful corner of tranquility.
It 'now time to direct where "Know" that leads to the Qualba throwing a jump of at least 30 meters, the waterfall dell'Aqualba ... I have to go a little dirt road that rises slightly before falling back to lake level. By this afternoon the sun is no longer here at home. The mountains that rise immediately behind the lake to prevent enjoy it. Between vegetation and the shade the temperature is pleasant. I find myself at a green lawn surrounded by trees. It 'an entrance flanked by two side columns that were probably once the backbone of a gate. Thank heaven to be able to enter ... Over there a house of a noble aspect, of which it is known that a few years ago was home to a restaurant or at least a small restaurant, with perhaps the possibility of accommodation in terms of scale and windows to secono plan. And behind her ... not seen, but there is a reason for my walk today ... I hope there is easy access and be able to reach just below! As soon as I set foot on the green grass, my hopes crashing into a wall Teutonic notices and possibly abuse. Elderly couple, relaxing on deck as soon as they see me jumping up and gave me to leave the "private property". Nein nein ... I am at least twenty meters away from them and if you continue to mention just continue with the insults, while I try to explain to them that I want to spend just to go and take some pictures alla cascata.Non ci sono ragioni, più cerco di perorare la mia causa più si incavolano. Il tutto sempre a debita distanza...Quando forse hanno capito, dopo avergli mostrato la macchina fotografica alzandola, mi suggeriscono in un italiano quasi afferrabile di passare sopra per andare a vedere la cascata... Vagli a spiegare che l'unica via di accesso è questa! Non c'è proprio possibilità di intenerirli. Con la lingua di mezzo, poi... Con la coda tra le gambe sono costretto a desistere e ritornare da dove sono arrivato. La cascata non l'ho proprio neppure intravista! Non poteva finire qui. Io la cascata la volevo vedere con i miei occhi.La prima domenica di settembre, grazie al motoscafo di Federico,abbiamo fatto un'escursione sul lago, partendo the "Bay" in Pella, and we have to put a strong Oira. Finally, stopping in front of "private property" of the Germans, I could see it, but unfortunately in those days the water flow of the river did not allow them to do well. Only two streams the poor plowed, there was no effect "white foam" that both dreamed of ammirare.Ma ... come back!

I am going to take the way back. Quite disappointed with the outcome of my trip. Taking the last photo, with a touch of ill-concealed envy, the dock of the Teutonic house and two boats anchored there. It 's really a beautiful place, but ... Private! The climb to the rebound is really tough and demanding. I am sometimes tempted to hitch a ride to the rare cars that pass. Then just because I see them trudging desist, I will not embarrass the drivers to leave ... I decided to take the road that leads to Nonius and then from there to the west coast of the lake to get back to Caesar and to Colma, where I parked. Softening a bit of my bitterness still enjoying the wonderful atmosphere that surrounds me. When I arrive, however, I focus only on the main road in trying to follow it as quickly as possible, even if the eye goes looking for other views of Mount Pizzo ... From
Nonius e da Cesara, con il Monte Cerano ed il Poggio Croce sullo sfondo.
Mi accomiato dai miei lettori di blog perchè credo di dover restare assente per almeno un mese, a causa di lavori di restauro...(miei..., non del blog...).
Vi lascio con una bella immagine della sponda occidentale del lago d'Orta, da Pella ad Omegna, scattata in occasione dell'uscita in motoscafo con Federico. I miei occhi si illuminano quando, individuando le cime delle montagne che fanno da corona al nostro stupendo lago, mi vengono in mente le camminate fatte per scoprirle e percorrerle.

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