We expect another leg of 7 km in length. It 'still a distance greater than that of last week, but there is no reason to worry because the first six days, even without training, we were able to successfully overcome that first experiment in long stages.
We start as usual at eight o'clock in the morning with the boat by Pallanza, but we have the surprise that, contrary to all the weather we had controlled until evening, waiting for us one morning by the incredible lights, colored bruises in unnatural lack of air and light.
The lake is green, but absolutely flat, leave the Gulf of Pallanza and see the amazing spectacle of a very black cloud concentrated above the lake, where you see the rain come down vertically.
I also photographed the strange phenomenon that I had never seen, it was as if a few hundred meters above the lake there was a shower head that threw down water in a very clear and you could see the column of water coming down , and resumed again after the sun.
I tried to avoid the shower door behind the coast of Laveno but I was unable to escape completely washed so unhappy, trying to take shelter in some way under the tarpaulin bow of the boat we went on stoically towards our goal, shivering with us because we did not even have a jacket or anything with which to protect us.
Fortunately suddenly as it had started the burst ends and arrive punctually at Ispra to meet with our friends.
are eight swimmers, we dress on the beach facilities of the sailing club, very nice, and we approach our destination today.
The first part of the route is interesting because the country will start immediately after the tip of the rocky promontory of Monte dei Nassi, of white rock and limestone, which has a background very similar to that of a sea cliff.
Out of the water we see the old buildings of the furnaces, which were once very common around the large, because the transportation of materials construction, as well as lime, was much less expensive because of water.
meeting but not fish, but a big chub and the usual fry it, they give me the feeling that they have grown compared to last week, and this is absolutely possible because their growth in the first weeks of life is very fast.
As usual I swim skirting the edge of the coast, while the team goes away fast swimmers along a straight course and cut all the bays along a perfect straight line.
The feeling at the beginning is that I have benefited from a favorable current along the north shore and in fact when we compare the arrival Diego tells me that he had not indifferent against a current, for which compensation has generated a stream toward the opposite shore.
The total absence of fish makes me swim casually and so time passes almost without my noticing and coming rapidly round the tip of the promontory, from there down deep down, far away, I see the boat Sailing Monvalle: I am still at least 3 miles but when you're dancing you have to dance!
So around the tip and begin to address the long bay, the water becomes more turbid immediately, the fund can not see but of course that is rapidly rising and it's all sand.
At some point I get scared because I see emerging from the water murky to me forms that I can not recognize right away, are actually tufts of long miriophillum that seem likely to come to me almost nothing against the very numerous and distributed over most of the bay.
I imagine that they are too long 4 me, since I come pretty close to the surface when the lake is two feet lower than today, that is the normal average, these plants from reaching the surface, unless who have stretched more than usual this year to seek sunlight.
Coast of lake is completely intact, with long canes that extend into the water, and, as I noted last year, the canes grow effortlessly and in the bottom of fine sand in the bottom of rocky pebbles compact, which means that their rhizomes have a significant penetration into the ground.
still do not see fish, even though the water is so murky that I could pass very close without recognizing them completely and continue to swim to the north, pass the mouth of several rivers that flow into the lake, feeling strongly that their waters are much colder than the lake and see the boats anchored near the bay where it ends.
finally see the first houses and I understand that I was close upon arrival because I remember we had to land very close to the small rocky promontory that I see approaching pretty quickly (maybe the adverb is not the most appropriate!).
Passo di Sasso Moro near the restaurant, next to the pier extension in granite blocks of the marina, at least there hoping to meet some nice fish and I finally arrived at Arolo: my friends as usual fast swimmers have already combed elegant, relaxed and so on. as if they had just arrived and got out of the car.
I expect the friendly president of the pro-site of the town Leggiuno of Mr. Cerutti, that pays homage to one printed with beautiful vintage photographs of the monastery of Santa Caterina del Sasso and above all, I confirm to have warned the owner of the bar lake to prepare something to eat.
Here begins perhaps the least appreciated but most of the sporting stage: from the kitchen of the bar sprouting trays of beautiful flow-based barley, couscous, seasoned with parsley, olives, tomato, salad, wine, beer, etc..
meantime came a beautiful sun, and so our fine panel of nearly 20 friends comes alive with the usual chatter when you're happy and finally feel that summer has arrived, the freezing rain this morning is now a memory and allow ourselves to giving us an appointment in the same place tomorrow morning.
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