After spending five days at Schifanoia, we wanted to move on and head for the east coast of Italy. We still plan to be in Croatia next week, so that gives us five days to drive around the Italian coastline.
We are going through to the Apennines. At first we didn't notice it that much, but the more we climb, the colder it gets. And wetter too! Clouds are piling up, and we are definately entering another climate zone. But we have a roof over our heads, so we dont worry too much about anything. We are happy to be on our way again.
After a lot of climbing, but on safe highways, we decide to turn left and visit a valley with an old town named Sarnano. We picked a camping properly named: "Quatro Stagioni", Four Seasons. The camping we find is situated in a valley of the National Park Monti Sibilini. It is a rather cramped space packed with longstay houses on wheels. Although they will never move an inch again judging by the gardens the inhabitants have build around their premises.
There is one thing that really fascinated us here: every house on wheels has its own pizzaoven. 🍕Every! They are so close together they can bake in each others ovens without ever having to leave their gardens. It feels rather propostereous.
I guess we are lucky that the place is deserted now. Apart from some neighbours, but that is ok. The views are again stunning. We are surrounded, tucked in almost by snowpeak.
We can even spot a snow covered village high up in the mountains. "Let's go there!" We say to each other. But we are not yet that adventureous. Also it is already quite cold. It will freeze tonight. And rain lingers between the mountain peaks, so it is a soaky, spongy, wetty place.
Popular route for tourists: I Cascatelle Perdute di Sarnano: the forgotten waterfalls. Forgotten because, well really, the locals knew about them, but noone seemed to bother, until twenty years ago some local alderman thought this would really boast the local economy . So they paved the paths, add signs and gave it a romantic name:" The forgotten Waterfalls". And behold: tourist loved it. Who wouldnt want to walk on a forgotten path and wonder how on earth they forgot about this?
But, ok, it is indeed a very intimite walk. Little hilly, but the waterfalls are likeable and touchable. Nothing like the mighty roars of Plitvice.
I decide to air the drone. All places where we stay I try airing at least once, unless it is forbidden. I flew all the way up to Sarnano. But then I lost the signal. And it was flying away from me! I sprinted in its general direction and turned the steering wheel 180°. Luckely it recieved parts of the signal so I was able to bring it home safely. I'll better be more cautious next time!
Cold and wet
Bah. It is cold and wet. We will leave tomorrow!