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 ...
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