Trekking through the pale mounts
I slipped out of our room at Rifugio Carestiato hours before breakfast was served. I didn’t want to miss it. The lightning close enough to touch, sonorous thunder and toad choking rain enveloped the rifugio.
I slipped out of our room at Rifugio Carestiato hours before breakfast was served. I didn’t want to miss it. The lightning close enough to touch, sonorous thunder and toad choking rain enveloped the rifugio.
Most Americans think skiing in Europe means the Alps. But the Pyrenees on the Spanish-French border hold more than 30 ski resorts.
By Mary L. Peachin — Big Mama and her yearling stood about 10-feet from our zodiac boat