I've been missing one of those ignorant outings in which to grind differences in height carrying your MTB on my shoulder to look for alternative descents to the traditional worked trails for some time. On mid-August I left the house, looked up and said to myself: "I'm going there today". where al meant a mountain pasture at 1700 mtb which can be clearly seen from Omegna, the city where I live.
In reality, I had been wanting to see what the effect of descending from the crests of the Massone had for some time, this time I stopped at Campallero, next time I will try to get to the summit.
