We enjoyed a relaxed morning with Vania, our host in Carbonara, just outside Treviso a little ways. Talk with her was influenced by her love of music--her tastes are vast and, in many ways, intersected ours with artists and genres. She is even familiar with Morphine and Mark Sandman's sad connection to Italia. She has a wish to see San Francisco and also visit a friend in Seattle--maybe in the next year or two, so we hope to meet her again then.
Here at this park, Garibaldi, the rivers are still separate.
Those hills... Our destination as we head west and north.
Looking across,from the town of Bassano del Grappa... The valley follows the Brenta through the hills, and we will follow that river on the Ciclopista del Brenta.
We had hopes the riverside part off the route would be smoother...
We soon opted for the road and enjoyed the mix of village and farm and dam and river views.

We didn't need to cross so many bridges to get to our camp, and doing so added a couple kilometers and some elevation, but they were worth it!
Lago di Corlo. Also, suddenly, we are back in the land of cuckoos... Which we only have heard one other day, as we left the area of Berceto, before Reggio Emilia...
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