Just a quickie one week trip report in Northern Italy for the Guzzi gathering and a trip to the Piedmont Region...
team orson arrived in Italy just in time for Moto Guzzi's 90th anniversary party in Mandello del Lario on the shores of idyllic Lake Como. From Parma to the Italian Lake District is but a mere three hour jaunt via la autostrada. Usually, seeing another Guzzi on the road is a rare event however, as I approached Lake Como almost all the bikes seen on the road were other Guzzis, which was rather a strange experience.
The only hotel I could find was across the lake in Bellagio, but this really wasn't a problem as Lake Como ferries run regular routes across the lake. After checking in to the hotel, I boarded the ferry for the 15 minute ride across the lake to Varenna.
Taking in the views and the cool lake breezes on the crossing
Nuthin but Guzzis on the ferry. I met some Dutch riders who had ridden from Holland to Mandello in one day.
Approaching ferry port of Varenna on the eastern shore of Lake Como.
From Varenna to Mandello was a quick 15 minute hop. Many businesses along the road to Mandello had Guzzi banners hung out to welcome the hordes. I arrived late Friday afternoon and the place was already brimming with Guzzisti. As I walked around taking in the sights, Guzzisti from all over Europe continued to roll into town.
I've posted a more detailed report on the Guzzi gathering here:
Moto Guzzi's 90th Anniversary Party
After two days spent ogling the bikes, it was time to move on. Leaving Lake Como, an early snowfall had dusted the alpine foothills
I headed west along the base of the Alps. The roads on the southern side of the lakes are clogged with traffic and it's not until you get past the western most lake, Lake Orta, that I begin to get a respite.
I spot a road on the map that heads up into the mountains before dead ending at the ski resort of Alagna Valsesia. I'm always intrigued by those end-of-the-road places and decided to make that my stop for the night. The town seems a veritable ghost town with most hotels closed for the season, but I luck out and manage to find a hotel that has remained open.
The following morning dawns with clear blue skies providing a clear view of the largest mountain in the area, La Monte Rosa.
Heading back down into the lowlands of the Po Valley
There's a rather abrupt transition from the mountains to the plains
A small village with the snow peaked Alps in the distance