Crossing the Maggia Valley already feels like an adventure in itself. The river accompanies us with its crystal-clear pools, the meadows are sprinkled with wildflowers and rustic stone buildings tell the story of Ticino. We make our way north to Peccia, where stone reigns supreme. Even in passing, one can almost hear the rhythmic tap of chisels as human hands shape raw rock into art. From there, we continue to Fusio, in the Lavizzara Valley, where the path to Lake Mognola begins, taking us on a journey of just over two hours. The trail winds upwards beneath larches, steeped in the scent of resin and moss. It is a high-altitude path, with the cheerful chorus of birds providing the soundtrack.
Nestled among grassy expanses and solitary larches, Lake Mognola comes into view. Its waters are cold and vividly hued, the reflections shifting with the light and the breeze. Around it rise walls of solid rock: natural cliffs that irresistibly draw climbers and boulderers alike. For a moment, the body relaxes and the mind clears. I feel exactly where I’m meant to be, ready for the climb ahead. This is a corner of Ticino where nature reveals itself in its purest, most authentic form. A place where one can truly connect with the mountains.
