Beam me down, Scotty

On our route back to the magic gondola that saved our knees from 3000 feet of descent, we ran into a school group of 50 Italian kids heading down the trail. They start them young. After all, they have to be adept at skiing down a mountain without skis, and while eating a sandwich, by 18.

To celebrate our successful tour of the Brenta we found an appropriately named gelateria in town. Arlo is either down in the mouth about my larger scoop or coming down with a bad case of spumoni(a).