Chiralbella

All this day is devoted to the crossing of the plate of Cuscionu. It is a strange, quiet and wild place. Of all shares, the high summits of the south border it and when one considers since the sea these assembly lines, no one could not imagine that they shelter actually this immense wide of a tender, marked out green rivers, enamelled of wood where draw up splendid beeches, and strewn with innumerable small sheep-folds leaned with accumulations of rocks emerged from green grass. It is on paths of old transhumance several centuries that we continue our voyage. We will undoubtedly meet herds of horses in freedom, an old standard surrounded by its mares and a band of foalta which were prélassent with the sun. The life is soft, here, for the animals, of fresh water, of grass at will, and the men are far… Some beautiful gallops through the plate, the horses adore to gallop on this floor covering, after the stones of the ways. The stage of the evening will take place in a sheep-fold, after the crossing of the forest of beeches in direction of Punta Sistaghja.

We leave broad foliations of the beeches to penetrate in the forest of pines. Change of odors, and noises too. The whistle of the wind in the sheets does not return any more the same music, and the air feels the resin. We progress to the path which passes along the peaks and dominates the two valleys. With the foot of strange granitic chaos to which it erosion of the wind gives form, we will make the stage of midday. There are beautiful villages, fixed on the side of the mountains which we dominate, and all in bottom, the sea is revealed finally.The bivouac of the evening will take place with Querciulatu, tiny refuge with C ? ur of the forest of Valley di Mala. The horses sleep near, and for those which like the nights with open air, it is a true happiness to draw its bag outside, to settle under a tree and to give up themselves at the night.