Parco Naturale Adamello Brenta

The Park is made of ancient lands.
They have been stepped on by the legendary feet of emperors and sibyls, warriors and princesses, and they bear the sings of a long story of raids, murders, attacks and struggles between noble families. You can breathe their past made of blood and power along the roads, which often follow ancient ways of communication, in the bridges, in the watchtowers, and in the several castles which, partly in ruins, scatter the valley bottoms and the summits. Of the families which struggled for the most panoramic points to watch over the territory, only gloomy ruins suffocated by the trees remain together with the names which in the past terrorized the farmers: Nanno, Flavon, Belasi, Sporo.