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Hiking in Valsassina: Maddie the Alpine westie?

If you look closely in the background to the left of Maddie, you'll see a rock formation with what appears to be a hole in the center. This is the Porta di Prada, the door of Prada even if it doesn't have anything to do with the elite label in italian fashion. This beautiful work of nature and many a lofty view is what makes the trek to Rifugio Bietti (and others further on) a popular itinerary for outdoor enthusiasts like us. The panorama is absolutely breathtaking at the height of 1719+ meters (5586+ feet), and although those figures may seem daunting to the unmotivated, the easy trail is acceptable for all ages and begins from an altitude of around 4715 feet. If I had to name one excursion for anyone planning a hiking vacation in the northern lakes region, this one is it. At a mere 3-3½ hours roundtrip, it's a piece of cake.

We completed this hike last Sunday after a month off due to Sicily & elsewhere and let me tell you, my body hurt like HECK the next morning. Feel the burn baby! So good to be back in contact with nature and we 3 plan on getting out more, weather permitting. For readers new or unfamiliar with any of my hiking posts, I can't say enough on how fantastic of an area Como/Lecco is in regards to the amount of itineraries. Couple that with a sagra or two and you're in for a memorable experience in this part of Italy.

Porta di Prada - taken in the morning coming from the starting end of the trail...

and on the way back in the afternoon.

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