Grande Traversata delle Alpi
Route
2026 GTA 2 - Bellino and the Upper Varaita Valley
4 July 2026
2026 GTA 3 - From Bellino to the Maira Valley
5 July 2026
2026 GTA 4 - Elva and Stroppo
6 July 2026
2026 GTA 5 - The Hamlets of the Maira Valley
7 July 2026
2026 GTA 6 - Castelmagno and the Valle Grana
8 July 2026
2026 GTA 7 - From the Grana to the Stura Valley
9 July 2026
2026 GTA 8 - The Road Home over the Great Saint Bernard
10 July 2026Photographs (188)
Journal Notes (8)
The journey opens at the water's edge in Cannobio, a town strung along the shore of Lago Maggiore in Piemont. The lake lies flat and pale in the morning light, bordered on the far side by the first folds of the Alps. Below the promenade small boats knock gently against the quay. …
The day opens above the village of Bellino, on a shelf of meadow that looks straight down the Valle Varaita. Cloud lies low on the far ridge and the grass is still grey with it; below, the valley floor holds long bands of light and shade, and the roofs of stone catch the first of …
The day opens above the Varaita. At Chiazale the first light comes down the valley wall and reaches the water of a stream that runs fast over pale stones, while the lower fields stay in shadow. The air is cold and carries the smell of cut grass and resin. Nothing moves on the tra …
The day opens above the wooded trough of the Valle Maira. Light arrives late down the eastern wall, touching first the pasture above the hamlet and only then the larch and the grey stone, and the air keeps the cold that has gathered in these deep places overnight. Elva sits high, …
The day opens above Stroppo. On the heights the last of the night still hangs in the larches, and the first light reaches the roofs as a soft grey wash, crossing the ridge line until it settles on the campanile and stays there. Below, the Valle Maira runs away towards Cuneo as a …
The day opens above Celle di Macra, where the last houses stand in a fold of the hillside and the first light catches only the highest larches. Cool air moves down from the ridge, carrying the smell of hay and wet stone. Above the village the meadows rise steeply, pale where the …
The valley below Castelmagno is still in shadow when the first light reaches the bell tower. Cloud lies low on the ridges and the farmsteads on the terrace stand half in mist, their stone walls dark with damp. A stream runs somewhere out of sight, and the smell of woodsmoke and c …
The return begins with the water. Out of the high valleys the road eases downhill, and the country changes with every bend: bare rock gives way to chestnut woods, then to terraced slopes and small towns, until the last climb lifts the route again to the roof of the Alps. There is …




















