After La Crosetta I continued to the turnoff for Monte Pizzoc: no dice. Ankle-deep snow on the steep gradient. So I turned back. The weather had clouded up, which was fog at this height. Lower down it was gloomy overcast. I rode home in a semi-frozen state and took a hot bath to thaw out. Maybe next week I'll go snowshoeing.
|Frosty branches lit by sun|
|I'll try again in April|
|More hoar-frost covered beech trees|