My heart was beating to full capacity. Nasty thoughts were invading my head…why on earth had I not decided to stay down the village? Why was I torturing my legs this way? Hiking up with dangling things on my feet (actual name…rackets) felt like an agony. I was walking up to Monte Spinale, all the way down from Madonna di Campiglio. The plan sounded feasible, after all, I have hiked over 400m elevation before, and without a problem!
As I approached the last turn before hitting flat land, I took a quick glance at what seemed, rocks protruding from the ground. The Dolomites, like a male great tit in a courtship display, swelled its peaks to deviate my attention from my pain and discomfort. Suddenly, I felt in paradise. The Dolomites of Brenta are the most breathtaking mountains I have ever seen.
In the bitter cold I took my camera out to catch a bit of the beauty I was lucky to contemplate. How lucky we are to live in this beautiful planet, don’t you agree?