After a forced abandonment of my blog, because of the "Restoration" (Mine is not the blog ... ..) I take a post with the story of one of my walks alone del 28 luglio scorso.
Laghetti di Nonio-Brolo-Laghetti di Nonio 8,2 km.
28-07-2009
Partenza ore 16,26 Arrivo ore 19,04 
Stupenda giornata, soleggiata e tersa. Mi porto con la macchina fino ai Laghetti di Nonio. Quasi impropriamente chiamati così, poiche si tratta in effetti di un vasto bacino cementificato di raccolta di acque, con un afflusso veramente importante.Si indicano al plurale anche se in effetti, si puo considerare che sia uno solo in quanto separati solamente da una parete centrale che permette di convogliare, probabilmente, le acque con due diverse condotte verso la centrale idroelettrica che rises under Brolo, near the lake. 
Yaris car park quietly. Nobody around. Only the beautiful horses grazing on the opposite shore, on the slopes of Mount Cregno. 
Just ahead was equipped with a mini park slides to entertain the children, and a monument dedicated to the Alps. I remember that, at this same place, now more than thirty-five years ago, the group of friends who attended paused, looking for a quiet place, beginning the first of a beautiful series of outdoor grilling to the "cook "Luciano was preparing to learn the secrets del buon mangiare che poi sarebbero stati utili nel suo futuro prodigarsi nelle attività di volontariato che ancora oggi esplica.Le auto con le quali ci eravamo arrivati, erano le mitiche A112 di Geo e la 2 Cavalli supermolleggiata di Lucio che si possono intravedere nella prima foto. Chi ha scattato la seconda istantanea era l'allora barbuto Roberto, mentre quelli immortalati sono: Giampiero "salamat", io, Francesco "Geo", Francesco "Francischich" e Luciano "Lucio" . Allora qui non esistevano areee attrezzate ma solamente gli specchi d'acqua dei laghetti ,che già da tempo funzionavano come bacino idrico per la centrale. Col tempo sorgerà anche l'edificio ora adibito a ristoro e bar e sopratutto come ritrovo per le gare di pesca che certamente There will be organizzate.Sul wall stands the word "Refuge Osteria dei Pescatori. 
My intention today, going to the lakes, was to bypass the upstream Cregno and in second instance, if I had found a path leads up to be able to enjoy another view of our lake d 'Orta. as you can well appreciate this picture I took from Mount Pizzo. Mount Cregno, a cake to the east of the lakes of almost 700 meters above sea level, would be a great location to admire the surrounding landscape. 
So, after tasting a pò la quiete del luogo, mi avvio verso nord e passando a fianco di una vecchia costruzione, vicina al lato settentrionale dei Laghetti, preservata da atti vandalici con la chiusura di tutte le entrate in previsione di una futura ristrutturazione , mi accingo ad entrare nel bosco seguendo l'indicazione biancorossa verniciata sul muro. 
Dopo poco il bel percorso ricavato in mezzo al bosco, svolta decisamente verso est ed inizia a scendere. Sembrerebbe che non esistano sentieri che portano a risalire la costa del monte per cui, fidandomi dei segnali (ma sarà l'ultimo che trovo ...) decido di scendere verso la valle del torrente Fiumetta e poi aggirare il Cregno, secondo la mia prima intenzione, abbandonando l'idea di risalirlo. 
I am a little surprised when, arriving at a small plain out of the woods, I find a fence enclosing private property where the work is being done to build a house. I'm surprised because I think it is an ideal place to build and also reach this location by means of transport seems to me quite difficult. It appears indeed that the owners have changed their minds because the work gives the impression of having been abandoned and what has been done seems to limited to the construction of the foundations. I felt very unhappy place to reside. 
From here on we return to descend quite steeply (in two kilometers you will lose 150 meters) and the path gives way to a kind of dirt, made probably with a bulldozer, having made a "cut" in the woods. Unfortunately, the outcome of this operation, which I think has been made to facilitate access to housing under construction, has created a sort of bed of dry river dotted with countless stones that make it difficult to walk. I think when you unleash violent downpours, this way it promotes its landslide terrain, among other things with considerable slope, at some points. 
This "bad" path with me until you get to the valley: the valley where the stream flows Fiumetto. Here the dirt back down more smoothly and gives way again to a beautiful path through the trees. To my left come the sounds of some cars that are moving up the valley on the paved road, I can also see that leads to Ponte Bria, a place that I regret not having achieved today, but I hope to come back to visit presto.Il path I walk, after having crossed the road it still drives and gives me the chance to see a nice clean and undergrowth dotted with several rocks which are probably the leading edge of the moraine alpine glacier that stretched far and that subsequently gave rise to the basin of the lake. 
path every now and then opens to the left and the opportunity to observe the presence of certain assets located in vallettina, dug by Fiumetto and its streams, which turns out to be a line of demarcation between the slopes of that past Quarne, north, and mountains Mazzone alongside the mountain to the south, while going to die going up Alpe Sacks and westwards to Mount Novesso.E front to the east, the lake and over Mottarone. 
emerges finally, inevitably, the paved road that connects with Brolo Cireggio: a side street, away from traffic lake, which covers the Cusiano inland towards the western mountains. I dirigo verso Brolo, poichè il mio obiettivo è di compiere l'anello intorno al Cregno ; ora sono esposto al caldo sole di questo pomeriggio morente sulla strada asfaltata che ad un certo punto giunge ad una diramazione. Il cartello, piegato incivilmente, mi dice che svoltando posso arrivare ai "Giardini della torta in cielo" ... 
Ed allora non mi lascio sfuggire questa occasione: sono a due passi dall'area attrezzata come parco giochi per bambini che lega il suo nome al grande Rodari, omegnese doc. Ho già citato il link che permette di visitare il sito che illustra le opere ed i luoghi che la fondazione omegnese cura alla grande. Non mi immaginavo che sorgesse in questa zona il parco; lo credevo più a Nord, più near the city. E 'was therefore a pleasant surprise, and my day and my walk took on another meaning. Also mindful of the bowl to rock there that Mr. Alfa, blogger of the Lake of the Mysteries, had described in his post, I slingshots to the entrance of the park. 
The park is located on the plateau of a hill. called Monte Zuolo, which dominates Omegna. 
About this denomination, I would like to see a feature that could give rise to some misunderstanding. A map of the IGM (Military Geographic Institute) has always been recognized as a leader in the field of territorial representation, There is a small hill about 500 meters altitude, just north west of Brolo, can be considered as a mild northern foothills of the mountain is referred to as upstream and Cregno Zoli. It can be seen in this photo, south-west, which, in addition to the Cregno Brolo and on the right in the foreground shows the heights above the forest. 
IGM Also on the same map, the area that is now used as a playground will not be called anonymously and is bounded by the contour lines that comply with the height above Omegna and reaches an altitude of 416 meters . I wish I could ask for confirmation to those who, using the name that marks the area where it is installed playground, whether it has taken account of this mountain Zoli nearby mangled the name slightly and buckling to Zuolo, or if it already exists for this area as currently used to refer to the park. And 'interesting to notice the shape of his Territorial on this small plateau emerge numerous boulders, glacial course, quite substantial in size and embedded probably sunk, like small icebergs from the land they entrenched them. Some of them have had over the centuries mystical and religious importance. It is assumed that this was an area intended to magical rites and religious ceremonies since the time of prehistoric man. The presence of numerous "Shells" is carved on the rocks to demonstrate their own ceremony that he did. However, that I leave my two readers read directly by clicking on the images posted, the signs installed and didactic, and so attractive to entice the children's reading, offers important news about without the need bear an equal par with my comment. 
Having established the historical importance of the location, now I wish to demonstrate how, by exploiting its beauty, it is constructed of non-invasive and simple structures that allow organized groups to interact with the kids with the territory. For my part I can only think that if in my childhood I could have a similar site for my adventure with raids in mind the myth of the Far West, I'd be the happiest guy in the world. What and how many amazing stories I imagined living in a territory similar to roam great pictures that my mind had created this world "cartoonist" which nourish our imagination ...
introduces a series of images that are worth a thousand words. 
The panoramic context in which it is added to the park is truly beautiful: the mountains and lake gives way to romantic fantasies so much so that some couple to adapt to the "ritual "padlock. 
reluctantly decided to resume the direction Brolo because by now it's getting late and the journey is still long. I set out to the paved road that leads to the "country cats" and the first street which is named after his meeting with Gianni Rodari. 
Just mouth the streets of Brolo, the sun, I had company all day, began to hide behind the mountains, and if I had traveled throughout the afternoon, shirtless, now beginning to feel moisture evening, I have to get back his shirt. Inquires about an elderly lady that I meet with respect to the path ahead to reach the ponds bypassing Cregno. It gives me some indication on the possible and difficult path to the northern slopes of the mountain, but I'm not sure that it is still viable, having also dangerous traits. Hoping, ironically not to appear on TV on Monday night to "Chi l'ha visto?" as missing person in the woods Cusio greets me with a smile. Taking into account the indications give me, go back the streets of Brolo but I can not find the spot where, according to the lady, would have to enter the path. 
Therefore, after consulting my trusty GPS I decide to give up the search for the path from the old suggeritomi as it did not even my intention because I do not have permission to do the ring around the Cregno. I then count the map of Alpugang which is inserted in my machine and showing the path along the south Cregno. While I Brolo way through to see how many depictions of cats are engraved on the walls, despite having covered just a few streets, and admire the parish church, bell tower with a hexagonal tower, with the background of Omegna still sunny. 
Check a chapel in front of a gated and locked gate with a padlock. Here, according to the GPS map, begin the path that I'm interested in running parallel to the road that I take, and then a clear commitment to the west and get to the lakes. All of a long gate will not allow me access to the area where I transitare.Decido still continuing, but around the side of the mountain I was denied. Retrace my steps to the chapel, hoping to find the crack that allows me to go beyond that, but unfortunately my detailed research has not had any success. Curse for this inconvenience, but now I no longer have time to spend in attempts so. reluctantly, I must forcibly follow the paved road that will take me on the main road west of the lake and back it up with a vernier. I am comforted only the view of the summit of Mount Pizzo is left in front of me to remind me how I discovered and met and enjoy its beautiful view of Lake Orta. 
Walking on provincial interests me only look to my right to try to find some passage that allows me to avoid the road. So it is not and so, reluctantly, I face the trait that separates me from Vernier for the run along the internal streets that lead me to the road that leads, with one last tear, to the lakes. 
Arrival at cappelleta which lies to the south of the lakes, while the evening shadows darken lightly and cool my bones. Instead, the Cregno is still illuminated by a bright sun shining. To complete the circumnavigation of lakes, pausing to observe the ducks divertirsi nell'acqua ed arrivo al parcheggio dove ho lasciato la macchina, felice, soddisfatto ed anche leggermente stanco.La visita al parco giochi dei "Giardini della torta in cielo" mi ha impresso un"ricordo dolcissimo" ... 
