Sunday, almost the first sunny day this year, I went with a friend to Lake Viverone and I remembered the story of this marvelous zone that not everybody knows.
Lake Viverone
The morning mist curled lazily over the water as M. stepped onto the pebbled shore of Lake Viverone, her boots crunching softly against the stones. She had heard stories of this place—of ancient glaciers, hidden springs, and villages that once stood on stilts above the water. A geologist by training but a storyteller at heart, she had come to the Ivrea Morainic Amphitheatre to see how ice and time had sculpted this land.
The Giant’s Hand: A Landscape Carved by Ice
M. traced her fingers along the smooth rocks near the shore, imagining the colossal Balteo glacier that had once loomed over this valley. Thousands of years ago, its slow, grinding advance had dragged boulders and sediment, piling them into the towering Serra di Ivrea—Europe’s largest lateral moraine. When the ice retreated, it left behind hollows that filled with water, creating a necklace of lakes.
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