Day 13 - Trento to Levico Terme

On a grey, cloudy morning, with rain threatening, we bid adieu to Trento. According to the guidebook, today was supposed to be the last of the significant hill climbs in the first half of the Via. After Levico Terme, the terrain would either trend downhill, or (through the Veneto) be flat.

In order to add value for Camino peregrinos who are contemplating trying the Via, I would like to add a few observations to this blog about some of the differences we have noted between the Via and the Camino Frances, which Mary and I walked two years earlier.

One striking variation is the solitary nature of this walk. On the Camino, from the moment we boarded the train to St Jean Pied de Port, we were surrounded by peregrinos. The Camino Frances, with its 100,000+ pilgrims each year, is awash in fellow travelers. It definitely had a community spirit, and it was often difficult to walk for any extended time by yourself. Wherever you were, there was always a backpack (or several) in front of you.

In monastic terms, the Camino Frances is the city, while the Via Romea is the desert. We are thirteen days into our trek, and we have yet to meet another pellegrino. We have crossed paths with day hikers and bicyclists, but we have yet to encounter anyone else who is walking to Rome. Were we not together, we could walk long days without speaking at all. If you are a highly social person, and need the distraction of talking with someone while you walk, the Camino Frances is probably a better choice.

More reflections to come…

Mt Marzola

As noted above, the most challenging aspect of today’s route was the climbing. We left Trento in the rain, and climbed slowly up a long hill toward the Passo del Cimirlo, a low point in the saddle formed between two mountains, Mt. Celva and Mt. Marzola. The stage climbs 540 meters over seven kilometers. The first, and steepest part of the course was over a pathway paved with rounded, smooth stones. This surface, slippery when wet, is a speciality of this region. It was like climbing the stairway to heaven without any stairs.

The roads and trails ran higher. The rain steadied and the wind began to sigh in the pine forests. Eventually we reached the Passo del Cimirlo, which meant it was time to begin a steep descent.

At the top

I don’t know how other hikers experience various terrain types, but for me there is virtually nothing harder on my feet and joints than a long downhill segment. By the time we limped down from the pass, my feet and ankles were aching. Give me a nice uphill course (as long as it is not too steep), or, ideally, a flat dirt trail.

Not Everyone Makes it Over the Pass

We rolled into Pergine, which stands a little past the halfway mark of the day’s stage. Once we passed through the modern part of the town and made it into the historical center, I found Pergine perfectly charming. It had beautiful old buildings, a lovely piazza, and narrow streets simply dripping with character. If I was walking the Via again, I would book a room in Pergine for the night, just to have some time to look around.

Pergine

We compromised by taking a rest stop. Mary had water and a muffin, while I tried to order an espresso---there were no problems this time, and I received espresso rather than a flute of beer.

After Pergine, the trail angled up again, to pass below the Pergine Castle. We had a much better view of the castle from the town below. Once we had climbed another slick stone path, the trees blocked our view, and it wasn’t until we has passed it that we could once again see it crouched on the hill behind us.

Pergine Castle

It would appear that this medieval castle is now a restaurant and hotel, which might explain why the guidebook did not encourage us to make an even longer climb up to its walls.

Eventually our route led us above Lake Caldonazzo and through the vacation town of Ischia. This town is still waiting for the return of summer. Most of the houses had shuttered windows, and the driveways were empty. No one was out on the lake, and a desolate wind blew through the alleys and streets of the town. Give it another month and the town will undoubtedly be heaving, but not today.

Lake Caldonazza

After Ischia, the stage runs through a nature reserve on a steep, downhill trail. The trail is extremely narrow, no wider than eighteen inches in places, and bordered by an extremely steep drop off on the left side. More ominously, one of the signboards said we were heading for the Val de l’orco --- Valley of the Ogre, if my Italian hadn’t deserted me. I imagined the the ogre waited in the bushes and then pushed people off the narrow trail when they went by. Quite fiendish.

Val de l'orco

At the bottom of the hill, the trail widened, and then turned into a mud swamp. Water, flowing downhill, was using the trail as a path of least resistance, and the trail had become oversaturated. We slogged along through the mud, trying to keep our shoes from sinking ankle deep. Eventually the water found its way to a nearby stream and the path dried out again. The stream grew from a trickle to a creek, gaining width and volume as we continued downhill.

Ogre Totem

At the bottom of the hill was a small wooden bridge that crossed this stream. We examined the signs very carefully, and all were rather confusing (one sign, for example, indicated that our destination, Levico Terme, was in the direction that we had just come). There was one sign that was crystal clear, the small Via Romea arrow that directed us to continue straight ahead. We did so, passing by the bridge and continuing straight along the path we had been following. Eventually the lake emerged on our left side, and we walked on a rolling, but wide and soft trail.

After fifteen minutes, I felt prompted to check my GPS. To my shock, horror, and dismay, I realized that, contrary to the clearly posted arrow, we should have turned left at the bridge to proceed on the opposite side of the lake. We were on the wrong side of the lake. This was not a fatal blunder as our trail did eventually connect with Levico Terme, but it did add at least an extra kilometer to the day’s hike.

In any event, we eventually made it to town. It is all downhill to the Veneto from here.

Today's Selfie

Day’s Distance: 23.4 K

Total Distance: 219.26