April 20, 2010 - Zubbio Pizzo Neviera and Bat Cave 7 Rooms
meet at the house of 11 Ceres, due out mid-week small group. The team consists of Sirmione, Mile, the Baroness and Ceres. Destination Mezzagno Belmonte, the ride is rough, but never disappointing with capierbietà Santana can overcome the difficulties with big jumps, bringing the 'bump some laughter and above all the gang. You get free. He began to put on and we are reaching the first milestone: Zubbio Neviera Pizzo. It's up to the arm Mile 'only well after a few meters between collapse and first reach the last room, where a welcome us find a nice local resident, a small bat, which lies to tell them what for centuries. It's up to me disarm the well, a quick stop and off to the second stage: The cave of the seven rooms (though I have counted only 6)! few little uncertainty in finding the 'entrance, but there it is, the' tree has directed in the right way! Mile weapon the three wells, we follow him, some narrow, some climbing, where, as always, my jag prehensile, save me from slips, a few photos and admire each room is now time to back to the car. After we changed, the search starts with the usual beer and chips, but a bar not even the shadow, quasi arrivati a Palermo troviamo un supermercato, scorta fatta! Ora è il caso di trovar un posto opportuno dove ristorarci...le falde del cimitero di S.Maria di Gesù, meglio di così! Morale dell' uscita...mai organizzare una grotta di martedì!
Notizia della Baronessa Foto di Simone Partecipanti: Simone, La Baronessa, Miglio, Ceres.
Saturday, May 22 - Zubbia Camilleri - phenomenal cosmic powers in a tiny living space!
8:00 am: I wake up and prepare everything you need and at 9:00 am ready to go in that Cattolica Eraclea to savor the taste of mud Zubbia Cammilleri. As agreed previously been looking forward to calling catsuit that, when taken Miglio, the Friuli and Claudia should call just after Sciacca. 9:30 am No sign of catsuit, I became suspicious and called them ... "comp, where are you?" Swimsuit: "Oh comp, nothing we had a small setback, instead of taking the Palermo-Sciacca confused and we're coming to Agrigento, we recently passed the Motel St. Peter ... "and then thrilled Rest I am heading for the point and waiting for them there ... Zubbia about 10 am: We arrive ... the road from landslides that pop out of nowhere and finally we reach the plateau in front of the Zubbia. We prepare by taking a little 'around Claudia and her outfit from terminally ill (But you malataaaaaaaaaa!) And after a little' Who I aiutaaaaaa "we are ready. Mile as a good organizer pantry duties, makes training and ... go! "But ... the entrance is true?" "Siiiii ... sure! Go ... Go " " Comp ... but are you sure?? " " Yes, yes, it can not be otherwise ... " “Mah…in effetti non me lo ricordo così l’ingresso…” “Picciò, ma non è che quella è l’uscita???” “Bohhhhhhhhhhhh…” “Mh…dividiamoci e cerchiamo…” Io e Martina saliamo su un pizzo e scrutiamo dall’alto, Tutina parte in solitaria facendo un giro assurdo, Claudia ed Emilio vanno da un’altra parte ancora. Finalmente, dopo un tempo non ben definito sentiamo Emilio gridare… ”L’HO TROVATAAAAA…forse…” Tutina entra con lui per cercare di capire e dopo una decina di minuti passati in wait a crop circle to hear encouraging news: "Picciotto and her come!" wipe away tears and sweat our powerful LEDs turn on and enter. When you enter all begin to remember that input and inaccessible, just arrived at the first show all begin to tell stories of our course, the past one year now ... Damn it ... who we had to say that after 12 months we were there alone. Anyway, Emilio controls the weapons, put the weapon to overcome the snap with quick links and down: He , Pampers, Martina, and I catsuit to chiudere.Passiamo well, mills, and everything you need to go and excited and fascinated the beauty of Zubbia come to a fork ... Emilio, fitted with relief of the cave, says "What does the room Maya is going to see? The name inspires me. " After a bit 'of indecision during which Catsuit factory mud to the ears of all we decided to go into that holy room, and after a bit of trouble climbing in the mud, and yet another streak come to the room where Maya, Claudia eats her nice sandwich which the salami aroma spread throughout the cave for hours, let's look a bit 'chalky concretions, the mud cracks and formulate imaginative hypotheses about some "unusual accumulation of mud of uncertain origin." Proceed and start the water and, knowing that boys of course spoke of water up to his chest began to be disappointed, "But where is all the water they were talking about??" Only after we realized ...
We proceed to the cockpit and got the girls equipped with descender stop seeing me Mile agree with that and not to experience the thrill of a descent without stop; Claudia steals banana Emilio (The stress and La), Martina blocks the stop with a carabiner and eventually catsuit she gets caught by the situation and blocks stop. Continue and after a discussion on primary and secondary gypsum, gypsum concretions on Gemini and we get to the Geode Well, Geoid, rings or whatever you call, after which we decide remembering to take their lunch break there as anecdotes of our course (the ambushes of water and mud to me and Sebastian, the sensational theft of the wafer to Mark V. operated by me and Catsuit, etc ...) and dealing with the sad topic of disorganization University. After the break we approach the last pit singing songs by Elio e le Storie Tese and reach the exit. At that point, we think, "But ... why the hell out of the cockpit when there is a nice trap full of water? We go from there? But you step by step!. "After some problems between Pampers and spiders, between screams and laughter we all go and at that point, now acclimated to water temperature pensiamo: “Beh…a sto punto laviamoci!” Ci diamo una solenne e sacrosanta “sgrasciata” alle tute ed alle attrezzature e ci dirigiamo alle macchine, (non prima di aver notato la residenza estiva del serial killer di turno composta da brandina, giubotto e sega arrugginita del 15/18). E li si ripropone più o meno ciò che è successo all’ingresso… “Si prende da qui no???” “Si Si, vai…” “Ma sicuro???” “Secondo me no…” “Secondo me si…” “Boh, ormai proseguiamo…” Insomma alla fine tanto per cambiare sbagliamo climbing a mountain road and soaking wet, but clean, after a 'Oretta (in all this are made 5) between funny sayings like, "Who leaves the old road to the new, sapi sapi but a loser who finds" and curses to the wind and the sun that turns our drying but facilitates delaying the arrival of our lungs, we are finally back to the car! changes us, we dry it, photograph it, but we do not do the usual briefing because there is the Champions League final and Ag is then to be lontanuccia Pa x dinner. So after a piece of the fender of arripizzato Clio catsuit with a piece of string we return to our homes, a little ' more tired, a little 'more muddy but happy and satisfied ... that the end is what counts ... We love Zubbia! News of : Claudio CCC Participants: CCC, catsuit, millet, Friuli and Pampers
Meet at 7 and a half mile of the house to begin at the earliest adventures, catsuit that is like last time had to be driver, has agreed to wait a bit 'more because of the different time zone alarms to Cruillas ...
their meeting the bold young men, had a coffee and a croissant is part x Montallegro reach that blessed country in search of a cave that was already searched but not found ...
Before we begin our adventure we decided, asking for a bit 'of information on this and that, to find the first x Zubbia Camilleri a surprise to the group, after a few wrong road we found the right one, between memories back to a year ago and have found several indications before the street then the house with the sheep and sheep dogs, and finally the group that still squabbling with equipment in the pleasant plains overlooking the Zubbia, are 10 and 30, after a while 'to talk and dad, some encouragement from the old decide it's time to leave per vivere la nostra di avventura…
11 passate, Riprendiamo la strada x Montallegro, poi dalla statale imbocchiamo la piccola strada che indicava una zona di isolamento conigli affetti da mixomatosi, immersi nella giungla di ampelodesmus e insetti stecco mannari che saltavano in macchina troviamo lo spiazzo x posteggiare la limousine del tutina,appena scesi dalla macchina evitiamo di vestirci inutilmente e facciamo un giro di esplorazione, dopo x minuti troviamo il pertugio, torniamo alla macchina, ci vestiamo di tutto punto, giacca a cravatta, e ci incamminiamo x il traforo..dopo un po’ di spine e canne secche troviamo il grosso inghiottitoio di crollo, tra i blocchi franati and again "franabili" hypogeum we enter, we take from here, from there nooo, that the CCA ... pigghiamu
Finally there is a low road that basically we easily showed the way the branch x new cave, with some miracle that saved his leg from a child jumpsuit of rolling chalk of 200 pounds and some analysis of animal feces, attacked by molds wer everything flows, we find the famous root that serves as an anchor x down, seems picciotti "concrete" in principle ... nni putiemu appizzari credevam or was a little 'difficult and essential the rig, even a little down, we realized that we could avoid, but prudence under the earth is never enough; reached the bottom of the pit to the left you can glimpse the narrow focus of the branch, in step earthworm, including pebbles little comfortable, narrow for the helmet, the smell of sulfur and some photos effect "from the rock we scafazzati" x 30 meters continue to siphon. The poor siphon unfortunately proved to be a small dump of bottles and other rubbish , sin would have been even better without dirt.
After getting a little tired of the smell of sulfur and a picture of rite go back and look for the branch down, went up the cockpit with the root and lifts the steps of rolling stones, we find a jump that takes us to branch off, we begin to explore a range of chalky depths that seem to belong to a different cave, an environment very different from the previous, the path is a constant wonder, take pictures and examine every little hole looking for rooms to enjoy with your eyes, ca mmin are just a false second exit, it was really only a second hole collapsed which passed just a little 'light.
Retracing steps of the meandering path is quiet, the broad environmental you are interspersed with low bottlenecks that force you to crawl, which was just fun for us, after two narrow rooms with attached later we find a gallery full of fox feces, so fresh tracks suggest that the place was frequented often or from these animals and that soon we would find the exit, there is increasing every meter tracks, feces, the remains of a meal, bone meal, until a small room covered with blocks by guano, and dry earth is not caught by the surprise, a talèèeeeeee volpeee .
The small canid with the puppy had made that room their lair, we have tried in vain to catch it and photograph it, soon or we tired of hunters, let alone the animals and decide which is the time to find the exit ...
The fox has to be somewhere in and out each day to live in there ..
After a while 'minutes of desperate search among the blocks and small galleries false decree that the only way is groped a few meters down to where we had to use the rope, strategy and found it explores for the first mile, and I You just wait tina un po’ e poi Miglio ci dà la tanto attesa notizia…abbiamo trovato l’uscita!! Siii… allora d opo averci mostrato un piccolo coniglio ucciso da poco dalla volpacchiotta seguiamo il piccolo fiume sotterraneo che ci porta dritti dritti fino alla calda aria della 4 di pomeriggio di un maggio assolato.
Dopo la foto di rito all’uscita della grott a cerchiamo una via per ris alire e tornare alle macchine, primo tentativo, rovi, niè, secondo, niè, infine per mia follia decido di provare una via in salita, non credevo fosse così tanto in sa lita, tra imprecazioni più that justified against me, the softness of chalk and a little help weed go back more than twenty meters from the hills, tired, hot and uncertain about the success of the climb we reach the top of the hill, after a few steps to the top we see the car, Yay ... at least the madness has made us to save 15 minutes by road under the sun (this is ass), got put off to the limousine, and later settled down a bit 'of rest we take the way back, we get back on the framework at home by ... let's find the others!
So we take the road to Cattolica Eraclea, and then for Zubbia Camilleri, road already done so easy to find, we arrive and the first group and ra already out, at 6:30 p.m. picciotti sti ... fast!
So our output is over with the group meeting, after waiting all groups, since everyone is dressed in the car we go back to the ritual of beer, something to eat and then to the way home ...
May 15, 2010-dry throat (... and we go in offal offal, or joint or dissolved ...)
Distinctly remember that every year, the output of dry throat, there was always sunshine and spring temperatures in summer almost cheer our approach to the gorge. This year though (perhaps because the ashes of the Icelandic volcano "ejkdkjhshdihsih" are already changing the climate of the planet) the release was accompanied by a fickle and annoying drizzle. All the students have made the descent and who has been moved up, while gli altri hanno sforrato per il più comodo sentiero. La giornata si conclude con il sole che comincia a riscaldarci proprio quando stiamo tornando a casa ormai assammarati e l’imperdibile duetto di Simone e Claudia che dicono insieme “che orrore ho visto un ramarro marrone” (n.d.r. tutti e due hanno una lieve erre moscia nella pronuncia). Classica birra e patatine al solito bar, che si presenta quest’anno in una veste rinnovata e poi rotta verso Palermo.
Gruppo 'na su__no i miegghiu Partendo da Palermo e arrivando con un po’ di fatica a trovare la strada per la Zubbia arriviamo “molto allegramente” allo spiazzo antistante la grotta, grazie ai potenti mezzi di cui ci ha dotato la tecnologia (balestre rinforzate, quattro ruote motrici e marce ridotte). Iniziamo a cambiarci e dividerci in gruppi. Il primo, gruppo ‘na suc—no i miegghiu, era capitanato da Alberto che poteva contare sull’aiuto morale di Samantha e dello scrivente; insieme a noi si muovono: Paolo (lo sposato), Angelo e Filippo (Gemelli Diversi), Bruno (lo hobbit) e Simona (la principessa). Il primo pozzo è affrontato da tutti con sicurezza e poco dopo siamo tutti sul fondo, dove troviamo la fedele riproduzione del “piviere dorato” fatta mud. We had brought a rope to make a more sideways, but this is not the end and served as a favor to Alberto (which is closed u granne es'avi to purtari rispiettu) decide Carruzzo throughout the cave. We arrive at sifoncino, remember where you had to crawl and then spreading it began to walk, but apparently this year in a piece of the cave has changed, now the part where you strip is much deeper and filled with water (I am certainly not a dwarf, I wet her pants, imagine) and after this part of the mill much lower than I remembered. We travel to the second well, where the boys, perhaps too muddy, they decide to take a shower with the water present in the cave. Little mud for the attacks this year ... meandrino The following is filled by a substantial amount of water that runs Alberto without fear as a steamer for "Muddy Waters" Mississippi
me and almost every other opt for the road enjoying the proximity of the opposition and the grooves of the meander. We all attack the well of the geode room / dining room of the Rings / Pythagoras room / dining-tilla and SCINNUTA! go down well the last attack and waiting for the group beginning to spizzuliare Drugi something, but soon after came the first of the group that follows us so we decided to just eat out. Last pit and then head toward the exit. The boys come from the usual way, but I decided to get out of the resurgence, at first glance the water level does not seem so high, I think, will only muddy the water, can not be so high! Which is rather belied the second test, the water was high enough and exit from the nearest hole was not even so much easier because of the material that was the pseudo consistent basis (sciddicava the die). the end and I can find the group intent on soaking up the sun on a widely-read smorbata presence of Parietaria, and after we start to struggle hard for the machines Acchianata. changes us, we dry it, wait for the rest of the gang and then departure to Palermo ... that we can not reach until you have admired the beauty of the temples lit up at night.
Group Drugi How have already written the representatives of other groups, having arrived at the esplanade in front of the cave, a thousand stops and adventures, and after the training, we are all ready for the first adventure of the underground boys this year. To us to second place and we end up fooling around in front of the entrance waiting for the free group ahead of us, well to defuse the growing tension of the boys, most nearly sweated more! But over the first shock of impact with the dark, the band returned to play in happiness and peace of mind. At the beginning it hard to find an appropriate name, but find yourself talking to the first room, waiting for the group 1 falls on the first well, we all agree on the name: we will be the drug. "And there we are, me and my droogs Tappin '... (ehm.. Perhaps I identified with a little' too!): Ciccio, the Prince, Anto-in (in-text), Luisa (ringworm of the film ), Umberto (paul limits), Francesca (the one that speaks cosììì) and Stefania.
Taken enthusiasm, in the meantime, we begin to remember it the most beautiful scenes of the film The Big Lebowski and A Clockwork Orange, and amazement we realize that someone had ever seen them and did not know what we were talking about O_o ... we will instantly update and we promise that we would see them as soon as possible (true !?!?! Francesca)
After a small hitch, solved with a man to rescue man, indeed, man to woman, we get all at the base of the first well, it was decided unanimously that the transport of food packed bag is up to the Prince and so we head merrily to the second well. The path ahead is very tortuous, you find yourself suddenly change position, we have learned to do on foot, zigzagging along the meandering and soon you find yourself prone to crawl to crawl low in the mills, actually a fun way always different ... so varied that I, who do not return to zubbia 2 years, I believed to be in another cave at the beginning ... I did not come to siphon more doubt ... it was all changed, nothing was as I remembered it ... incredible to realize of this, the force extraordinary water within 2 years in this way can upset the morphologies of the cave, making it almost unrecognizable .. what a sight! flooded over the shock of the trap, we find ourselves finally to catch his breath attack of the second well, usually the place of bloody fighting, but it's time, thanks to the work done by water, virtually free of any material for bomb-making, very little mud and lots of stones too dangerous and not fun, we barely muddy faces with your fingers dirty, oh well this year and no battles to the death ... "I saw my comrades die with his face in the mud because she and I could enjoy this place for families !!!!!" [Walter] happily continue our journey in pursuit of a group ahead of us and one that has' no longer be heard even in the distance, and so The time droogs, hungry to know, stop for some questions to which geological Ciccio immediately gives comprehensive answers. Arrived at the last pit are the first group that was almost complete by ending the descent, we settle in the hall of the rings and between jokes, laughter and some principle of hypothermia are waiting for our turn. Finally we arrived at the base, we expect only the last and we were meandering ascent to the cockpit, I leave the group and I venture to the resurgence, I had done two years prior to my course and I wanted to see if this year you could go out without problems, unaware of the previous adventure of Ceres, I also over the last boulder and a first analysis I decided that ' water would not exceed the life (it was then wet her pants I was only able to keep dry until then!), and is now out it was worth it, and then calmly threw me .... almost in a pool where the water reached my throat! After the initial screaming (the water was cold !!!), I can get out of the small triangular gap, but not without some cursing, laughing like crazy, would a scene is too funny to watch me ... but luckily I only have enjoyed! am leaving the first group that was waiting in the sun, I reach them and share with Ceres impressions on our adventure caving, swimming, in addition to all of its disease spitting as he spoke! Just go back there all the droogs compacted and begin the ascent of the hill, we come to the machines destroyed but satisfied and happy, everything went well, we had fun and we were fast!
ScrikkiaNespole Group ('nchia squatruni!) Education: Helen Stephen, Mark (aka "NonCiPasso" just in occasione), Claudia (..quella senza ErreMoscia..:)), Giorgina, Lombrellone e Stokka (detta anche ScrikkiaNespole…e qui si spiega il nome della squadra!) Dopo la consueta pausa pregrotta per il cambio dell'acqua al grazioso casolare diroccato, la squadra scrikkia è pronta a partire in posizione numero 3! Con tutto che ce la fissiamo 2 ore tra l’esterno e la prima sala, arriviamo all’attacco del primo pozzo, dove troviamo praticamente tutti.. Giorgina ne approfitta per farsi una dormitina, considerando che aveva passato la notte precedente a lanzare anche le budella! Gli altri cominciano a raccontare i soliti aneddoti speleologici finchè a qualcuno viene un’idea grandiosa e realizza un grazioso “babbalucio” di fango… Ed ecco che la vena artistica di ognuno di noi prende vita! Elefanti, giraffe, orsetti, maiali, brontosauri e specie non bene identificate (..vero Ponzio??:D) invadono la prima sala della Zubbia! Oh..veramente complimenti a Daniele…ragazzi che manualità!! (Per chi dovesse tornare alla Zubbia..lui ha fatto l’elefante e la giraffa, neanche a dirlo, sono i più belli di tutti!!....io ho fatto il brontosauro..erano ammessi anche animali estinti!*) Finalmente arriva il nostro turno! La discesa procede tranquilla fino alla base del primo pozzo, dove ci accoglie Il “Piviere dorato”, e si prosegue più o meno tranquillamente between meanders and mills. ... (I remembered them ... mills higher ... 0_o). Delighted by what surrounds us to continue what I remembered to be a dry trap. ... DRY?? All the water of the cave had decided to meet there! .. I think .. Well then, or we miss a turn (caz ... but how do you Zubbia the wrong way because there is only one!), Or someone decided to do something (... and this is just probably okay ... but the joke to flood a cave there will!). The water is quite high and the bottom soft and unstable .. it takes little to arruciarmi to the pants ... Olé! ** But since we're a tough team that you do not lose heart we decide to eat whatever we have in bags to avoid when switching to wet everything: D ("megghiu DIRI sacciu about those who Sapia" dicitur ..). Beggars are waiting for the team and organize an assembly line that allows you to pass over the trap and personal bags. Between screams and cry .. even some resurgence to continue without problems, beyond which we expect the last rays of sun. Beggars are waiting for the team and we are moving towards the machines, where she awaits the rest of the company. cazzeggiano routine way home ... or so they try to do it because ... tired or maybe just because we are ... the group is lost ... who goes to Sciacca, Agrigento to those who, even those who recently arrived in Mazara del Vallo !!!... I do not know what exactly happened ... but I know that I Porto Empedocles found myself eating oranges and quaff beer with a nice company! Ends up another little adventure. Congratulations to the students: a new record for the Zubbia!
* ed the species Brontosaurus Excelsus (Marsh 1879) is considered canceled and replaced with the species currently Apatosaurus ajax (Marsh 1877), for the rule of priority. ** Typical Madrilensi expression used by the bullfighters.
Working Party was pizzienti La mia squadra denominata "i pizzienti" composta da me, Ponzio e Sebastiano come aiuti e Daniele, Claudia, Alessia e Ciccio come corsisti siamo stati gli ultimi ad entrare. L'attesa è stata lunga soprattutto al primo pozzo e per passare il tempo abbiamo cominciato a fare animali col fango, si passava dalle splendide creazioni di Daniele alle palle di fango di Ponzio che abbiamo scoperto avere la manualità di un rinoceronte. Scendiamo abbastanza velocemente e senza grossi problemi eccetto il sifone che ha lasciato tutti a bocca aperta, ancora mi rimbomba in testa la frase di Daniele ".....e io ho pagato per questo!". Usciamo e ancora c'è luce, ad aspettarci una manata di sterco senza eguali...
News of Ceres, caps, and Simone Stokka Pictures Mile (The infiltrator)
They left on 23 aprile gli Incontri sulla speleologia 2010. Anche quest'anno l'organizzazione è in collaborazione con il Dipartimento di Geologia e Geodesia dell'Università degli Studi di Palermo, e anche quest'anno si è registrato il pienone... con 20 persone iscritte.
