Saint Alessio Chapel - Riv de Bravona
A new day a new challenge, crossing one Alesani how hard could it be? After the daily oatmeal and setting my altimeter I set off with the goal of reaching Pianello.
Just as I was getting confident in my navigation skills following orange markers on the trial to Pie d’Alesani I noticed something strange, there was a lot more animal dung then normal besides the trail and wait I’m face to face with two donkeys and a french man is shouting over to me. Turned out that gate I went through baring an orange mark was an animal pen and not the route down the valley. After an extensive and deep conversation with the farmer of which I understood very little I embarrassingly shuffled down the correct path.
My understanding from the local was to follow the trail to the road then walk along to the “barracks” at the bottom of the valley. From behind that, the trail was supposed to rise up. Well, I made it to the valley floor and found a barn that could have been a barracks in a former life, it even had a trail leading off behind it. It led to a quaint waterfall but didn’t seem to go. Channeling my inner manily refusal to accept the obvious, I decided to climb the side of the waterfall and proceed through several thorn bushes and over a down barbed wire fence. Turnes no matter how much you want it sometimes there is no trail and in Corsica backtracking early is usually better.
After that excusion, I resorted to following the D17 towards Perelli. Walking the road sounds easier but steep, hot, black pavement presents its own challenges. Though hard this route provides a great lunch spot. Following a tiring section by the Couvent d’Alesani a shortcut trail goes off to the left and is well worth taking. There is a beautiful waterfall, place to filter water, and even a huge overhanging rock that creates shade.
Eventually, I made it past Perelli and up to the top of the ridge. Looking over the valley I could see all the way back at the Alessio Chapel, a real special. With another chapel on the map, I put some kilometers behind me in the afternoon and pushed all the way to the Riv de Bravona. Once there I did not see said chapel but there was an abandon farm house right on the river which was not gated but provided sufficient cover. After pulling a splinter out of my foot, an ice cold shower via the cooking pot plus river, and a freeze-dried meal and tucked in for the night.