Mario Vannuccini was born in Sondrio in 1967 , where he still resides .
The childhood of this red-haired kid passed without major shocks , not much different from that of his peers in this quiet town at the foot of the Alps
He didn't distinguish himself in any sport and, at first , not even for a particular passion (he was the son of a skating instructor and, like all the children of an instructor, a real nerd) .
Aroused some concern that his insistent stand at the window watching the snow fall for hours. The snow was in fact his first passion, and alpine skiing her first natural materialize.
But at the age of 12 years (when the roads were less busy than now) he started to spend the summer pedaling (almost always alone) for whole afternoons riding a real racing bicycle. He dreamed of one day being able to follow the cycling tourists, foreigners, he saw pass overloaded with bags and equipment. He was fascinated above all from the freedom to travel, stopping each night in a different place.
He discovered the mountain slowly, first with short excursions totally improvised (read unsuitable equipment ) with Uncle Pier and then with the best organized summer trips of the San Rocco Oratory of Sondrio. He realized that mountaineering was for him.
Finally mountaineering !
He began at age 16, through the courses of mountaineering and ski touring organized by the section Valtellina of Italian Alpine Club. There he met a peer, Mauro, with whom he began to attend closely the climbing walls of Campo Moro and Val Poschiavina (Valmalenco) . Emulate the deeds of the heroes of the mountaineering , with a hammer and pitons , but also those of ' bouldering ' of the Val di Mello , with nuts and climbing shoes "boreal". The winter was just as intense , every weekend was being used for ski touring .
The two shared the bitter mountain climbers , the first automotive experience and love for the same girl . As is often the case, the latter shared passion marked the end of the association .
The ' Red ' was magnetically attracted , and more every day, from the excitement of the steep descents . Accompanied by a handful of equally inexperienced , enthusiastic 'extreme skiers' friends, he made his first runs . Then, spurred by the impending military service and influenced by the reading of the exploits of Patrick Vallencant, all alone skied the west gully of Cima di Caronno in the Bergamo Alps , surpassing 50 degrees.
It was 1987, the beginning of a brilliant career of first descents that would have ended, fortunately not on a wheelchair but for simple ' course of things ', in 1994, after the Marinelli couloir to Pizzo Roseg.
The problem was the everyday , the problem was try to resist in the office , stressed out from a job that was not for him , with the mountains all around to look at him . So he decided to move from the telling-off from his office manager to the telling-off from the instructors in the training courses for mountain guide. It would become a professional of the mountain. In 1995, finally, he obtained the title of Aspirant Mountain Guide, perfected in Mountain Guide - Master of Mountaineering in 1997.
The new millennium mountain guide
The first years, the worst, those without a penny, have passed. Now everything (or almost) goes as smooth as oil. Many customers, many beautiful days spent in the mountains.
Even my mother-in-law , who explained to her daughter that a mountain guide is one that has not really want to work, was conquered and in 2002 I married Lorena.
The mountain guide activity, turning over the entire Alpine range and in some extra european mountain trips, absorbs most of my time. I am part of the School of Mountaineering of Val Masino - Val di Mello , better known to the world as ' The Gigiat ' .
The profession ' rope ' is placed side by side with some mountain publishing, working with major magazines and publishing houses in the industry.
I am also a regional instructor of the italian mountain rescue team (CNSAS).
I dedicate myself to this task with ever new enthusiasm , taking up the motto of a famous TV commercial (of hams) : ' The secret of quality is over all a great passion
The mountain trips
Mountain trips are like drugs , if you've done one you can't stop.
This is to tell you that my ' addiction ' began in 1993, with a improvised trip to two (me and Marinella) in High Tatras and with a better organized mountain trip in Albania (with Popi, Paride, Adriano and other friends). I continued with Mauro (Ingenuott) in 1996 spending almost my money skiing in New Zealand and in the USA.
I am particularly also linked to another adventurous journey to two, with Mario (Fankets), journey that took us over the mountains of Iran in 2000.
My experiences continue, taking more and more flavor, sometimes with organized groups, on other occasions with friends (and increasingly the two are the same). By clicking here you can find some of the previous destinations.
In my free time, as it happens, I'm going equally in the mountains: doing some short rock climbing in my spare time, climbing big mountains on some other occasions, doing ski touring with my wife and friends in winter.
I like to explore unclimbed walls, almost always in remote places, and try to practice a mountaineering original, constantly looking for new ideas and forms.
For some years I attend Fabio, like a girlfriend, that being physically very gifted and having 13 years younger than me, he is a great stimulus but also of great exhaustion (mountaineering talking about!).