Saying Goodbye to the Mountains

 For twenty years we have visited the Sibillinis. One year we bought a house at the base of them. That didn't work and is another story. Today when I looked out our kitchen balcony window I could tell it would be a good day up there, it was so clear.

We drove up through all the twists and turns, the switchbacks that made me happy I had an automatic, and the endless views.












The road took us to that special lake, Fiastra, that dotted the valley azzura blue. 

After a Fanta and a chocolate filled cornetta at the lake, we wound our way up to close to 6000 feet to a restaurant near the summit. 













Eventually after gorging ourselves, Mark on a paparadelle made with cinghiale chunks and Lynda a simple but tasty gnocchi, a little red wine and a huge Caprese we left to make our way down the mountain but not before we took in some of God's marvelous handiwork.














I couldn't leave before I took this pic of an old guest home on the side of the mountain.  A little fixing up and it could be liveable again.


 The road down is a treacherous path that can be difficult to maneuver. One time we came down in a fog, guided by the Good Lord, himself. At the bottom of the mountain is one of our favorite medieval hilltop towns, Sarnano. We spent about ten years staying by there at the casa of our friends,  Michael and Liliana. 

Sarnano

A few extras.



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