Descending from Passo d'Agario

I managed to get a decent walk in this afternoon and made it up onto the ridge line of the Malcantone peaks. It was deserted up there with a tiny bit of snow and ice at the top. Coming down through the woods, the wind had blown the crisp dry leaves into huge piles making it possible to almost ski over the leaves as they were so deep. That was certainly a new experience for me.