The Italian Dolomites are rich in legends - dwarves, witches, ogres and dragons are said to stomp about the slopes. Lofty peaks conceal hidden passages to the underworld.
The Italian Dolomites are rich in legends - dwarves, witches, ogres and dragons are said to stomp about the slopes. Lofty peaks conceal hidden passages to the underworld.
The Italian Dolomites are rich in legends - dwarves, witches, ogres and dragons are said to stomp about the slopes. Lofty peaks conceal hidden passages to the underworld.
The Italian Dolomites are rich in legends dwarves,
witches, ogres and dragons are said to stomp about
the slopes, and lofty peaks conceal hidden passages to the underworld WORDS OLIVER SMITH l PHOTOGRAPHS MATT MUNRO Legends of the Pale Mountains TheSassolungo mountainrange, as viewedfromtheAlpedi Siusi cablecar station abovethetownof Ortisei Lonely Planet Traveller August 2012 78 August 2012 Lonely Planet Traveller 79 HE CHURCH BELLS chime noon in the Val Badia, and Michil Costa sits outside his hotel in his home village of Corvara, studying a tattered road map through a cloud of cigar smoke. The whirring of cable cars sounds in the distance as he leans forward and rings a point on the map with a blunt blue crayon. This is where witches were said to gather on summer nights, he says. Whether youll see them there these days, I couldnt say... With a felt ower in his top pocket, a penny- farthing in his backyard, a penchant for quoting the Dalai Lama and fondness for hiking long distances barefoot, Michil Costa certainly isnt your average Italian hotelkeeper. And yet somehow, amid the fantastical landscapes of the Dolomites, this eccentric behaviour seems to have its own curious logic. The mountains around us might have been Tolkiens blueprint for Middle Earth this is a land of soaring rock spires seemingly suspended above the clouds and ramshackle farmsteads huddled fearfully on the pastures below. For centuries, these peaks served as mighty ramparts, shielding valley dwellers from invaders, protecting ancient customs and, above all, preserving legends as old as anyone might dare to guess. Passed down over generations, the legends of the Dolomites read like fairytale accident reports. To leave your front door was to risk getting bludgeoned by an ogre, harassed by a dragon or transformed into something rather unsavoury by The mountains around us might have been Tolkiens blueprint for Middle Earth The village of Santa Maddalena inVal di Funes, withthe Odle range seen rising above the clouds a witch. Long before Christianity arrived here, they were a way of explaining the origins of the landscape; one famous story tells how the mountains acquired their pale colour after a visiting princess from the moon required that they be whitewashed to ease her homesickness. Another tells of a clumsy wizard who caused a rainbow to collapse into the Lago di Carezza, a lake which still glows a luminous green to this day. These tales offered glimpses of a hidden life in the mountains above of summits that were always in sight of humans living in the valleys, but were forever out of reach. Im not saying I believe in these stories, says Michil. But theres always an element of reality to the myths. Its a connection with the land that most of us have lost these days. He grins mischievously, before reaching into his pocket to produce two small r cones. Ive borrowed these from the elves. I put them in my hat for good luck, but if I ever think bad thoughts I must return them else the elves will play tricks on me. For most locals, however, the practical application of these stories has diminished over time. Since tourism came to the Dolomites in the 19th century, skiers have displaced sorcerers and elves have lost ground to exclusive resorts. Grandparents grumble that youngsters today are too preoccupied with PlayStations to be scared by the witches who roam the slopes outside their bedroom windows. Yet the stories are still an indelible part of the landscape: to walk almost anywhere in the Dolomites is to trespass on a witches coven, or to unwittingly scale mountains hollowed out by communities of dwarves. Michil swoops down on the map and marks out a lake at the northern edge of the Parco Naturale above Michil Costa, anauthorityonthecultureandtraditions of theDolomites, outsidethe Hotel LaPerlainCorvara Lonely Planet Traveller August 2012 80 August 2012 Lonely Planet Traveller 81 THE DOLOMI TE S M A P IL L U S T R A T IO N : A L E X A N D R E V E R H IL L E . C O P Y IL L U S T R A T IO N S : K A T E M C L E L L A N D di Fanes-Sennes-Braies a windswept plateau rearing up behind sheer walls of rock, a few miles to the northeast of Corvara. Legend tells that Lago di Braies hides a secret gateway into the underworld. They say if you visit when the moon is full, the mountains shall open up and a boat will appear carrying a princess... I dont know if thats true, he says with a shrug, pocketing the r cones. Ive never tried to nd out. RICA CLEMENT drops a stful of dough onto her kitchen table with a satisfying thwack. Nonsense, she says. We dont believe in fairytales we are sensible folk up here. A half-timbered farmhouse standing on an outcrop further up the valley from Corvara, Sotciastel does indeed look like a sensible place: piles of logs are stacked neatly by the porch, while tidy lawns sparkle with the morning dew. Inside, little has changed since Ericas ancestors built their home in these mountains more than two centuries ago. Pious sentiments are inscribed on creaking doors and wooden oorboards groan wearily underfoot. For the past two decades, Erica has opened the doors of her home to staying guests. Wednesday mornings see visiting cookery students joining them, shufing into a small kitchen to take notes as Erica prepares stews, dumplings and doughnuts on an old wood-burning stove. It doesnt matter what sort of cheese you use for dumplings, Erica sagely tells her students, reaching A legend tells of a wizard who caused a rainbow to collapse into the Lago di Carezza, which still glows a luminous green Fed by underground springs, Lago di Carezza is known inthe Ladin language as The RainbowLake for a cheese grater. Just as long as the cheese stinks. Food here is intended as fuel for long days slogging up steep inclines protein-rich staples served in mountain-like portions. It represents a culture distinct from Mediterranean Italy. Despite living in a largely German-speaking corner of the country, Erica counts herself as Ladin a community whose mother tongue descends from the Latin spoken by Roman legionaries who marched through these valleys millennia ago. Europe was once a jigsaw puzzle of smaller languages like Ladin. As others disappeared, Ladin clung on a tiny Romance language that evolved in parallel to French and Italian, wedged between the Italian- and German-speaking worlds. Ladin history celebrates deant heroes, such as a 16th-century nobleman who rescued villagers from a marauding dragon, and a 19th-century housewife who defended her village against Napoleons armies, wielding a pitchfork. Bolstered by a ve-minute Ladin daily slot on TV and a page in the regional newspaper, native speakers today number more than 30,000. A peculiar mix of Italian-sounding cadences and glottal Germanic stops, it is the language in which many of the Dolomites most famous legends are preserved. Were not like the Italians were much more practical, says Erica, heaping splinters of wood onto a raging re beneath the stove. For instance, whats the point in wasting time eating lots of different courses for dinner? You may as well eat everything all in one go! Ladin legends also seem sternly pragmatic. One tale tells of a amboyant peasant who drank too much grappa and marched up a mountain to vanquish an ogre. The disgruntled monster catapulted him across a mountain for his cheek. fromleft EricaClement making afresh batchof doughnuts in her kitchen inSotciastel; Erikas home, perched onthe slopes above Val Badia a Ladin-speakingvalley that serves as the settingfor many legends August 2012 Lonely Planet Traveller 83 Lonely Planet Traveller August 2012 82 THE DOLOMI TE S The peasant learned never to try anything so daft again. I step out of Sotciastel farmhouse and into the morning sunshine. Cows watch eecy clouds pass along the valley below, and old tractors wheeze their way up the hillsides. Erica dusts her hands on her apron as she bids me farewell. If you really are looking for witches and the like, she says, Im afraid youll have to go much higher up. HE LANDSCAPE turns crueller as I climb into the Fanes National Park and towards Lago di Braies. Meadows rise to barren precipices, and pine trees begin to lose their foothold in the scree. Traces of civilisation become scarcer: I pass a wooden crucix clinging to a wind-battered outcrop, and ruined cottages where wildowers sprout among the stones. Black clouds hover grimly around the summits, periodically sending thunderclaps booming down the valleys below. Hard though it may be to believe, these mountains were once coral reefs, prised up from the seabed when the European and African tectonic plates collided more than 50 million years ago. Today, fossilised sea creatures are sometimes found at altitudes where humans rarely venture. It was only in the mid-19th century that climbers rst began to explore the Dolomites in earnest. Early mountaineers encountered what they described as petried castles and Gothic cathedrals built of rock buttress-like ridges, and towers of biblical proportions. The Swiss fromleftAwoodencrucix standingon a hilltopclose to the townof Selva inVal Gardena; woodcarver Siegfried Meyr whittles away at atree trunk by the side of a mountain road architect Le Corbusier even went so far as to call them the nest natural architecture in the world. Yet for generations of valley dwellers, going for a walk in these mountains was asking for trouble to risk man-guzzling crevices and falling rocks that could bowl humans off the mountainside like skittles. It was against this backdrop of fear that legends of the Dolomites took root. My ears pop as the trail wriggles its way up the mountainside and into the clouds. I pass upturned trees whose roots claw ominously towards the sky, and spy a bird of prey gliding about the crags below. In this landscape, it takes little imagination to trace wrinkled faces in the rock or to hear the rustle of a chamois in the undergrowth and mistake it for something decidedly more sinister. The plateau up ahead was the setting for one of the oldest and strangest of all the Ladin legends. The story goes that long ago the Fanes inhabited this region a people besieged by enemies from all sides, but loyally defended by a warrior princess with a quiver of unstoppable arrows. After many battles, the princess lost her arrows, and the king of the Fanes betrayed his people to their enemies in exchange for a hoard of treasure. Their castles captured and their kingdom lost, a small band of the Fanes were rescued by marmots animals said to be the guardians of the underworld and taken down into the bowels of the Earth. Experts date this tale as far back as the Bronze Age, when warmer climates meant people could survive high up on the Alpine plateau. Until little more than a century ago, hunters from these valleys would make a point of refusing to kill marmots, and shepherds were said to shelter these creatures beneath their huts. For valley dwellers, going for a walk in the mountains was asking for trouble Asummer storm gathering above the forested slopes of Val Badia Lonely Planet Traveller August 2012 84 August 2012 Lonely Planet Traveller 85 THE DOLOMI TE S IGHT SETS IN AS I approach Lago di Braies a cauldron- like body of water with the mountain of Sass dla Porta hunched at its southern edge. The Fanes legend has it that once every hundred years, a princess emerges from the Sass dla Porta to row around the lake beneath the full moon. She awaits the day when someone will return the unstoppable arrows to the Fanes people when trumpets will sound across the Dolomites and the glory of her kingdom will be restored for eternity. Sass dla Porta translates from Ladin as Gate Mountain. Some say a cavern once stood at its foot before landslides buried the passage presumably grounding the princess, and postponing forever the return of her kingdom. The torches of departing shermen fade on the lakes far side, and all is still. Except for the distant clunking of cowbells sounding from the darkness, nothing stirs. Seeing the phantom-like outline of the Dolomites against the night sky, it feels harder to sneer at stories of witches, sorcerers and secret gates to the underworld. Perhaps these legends are the last reminders of a time when we didnt need to believe in heaven and hell the landscape was mysterious enough in itself. I swim out into the lake, and only the plop of leaping sh and the murmur of a faraway waterfall break the silence. Once every hundred years, a princess emerges to row around the lake beneath the full moon Lago di Braies at midnight, withthe Sass dla Porta mountain rising into the skies OliverSmithis staff writer at LonelyPlanetTraveller. After swimming in Lagodi Braies for two minutes, he got into his car, put onthe heating and spent two hours tryingtowarmup. aboveAsculpture mounted on a house inVal Gardena, a Ladin valley renowned for its wood-carving artisans Andrew Graham-Dixon and Giorgio Locatelli look at art, culinary culture and landscapes in NorthernItaly Unpacked, coming soon to BBCTwo. August 2012 Lonely Planet Traveller 87 Lonely Planet Traveller August 2012 86 THE DOLOMI TE S