If Val d’Ambiez is the place of the heart, Prada is the place of childhood memories. A deep bond ties us to this mountain and its meadows.
Prada tells of the work of the past, the hard and patient haymaking at high altitude. On these slopes no meadow could be wasted: we steal the grass from the chamois, the farmers used to say. It was tough grass, to be cut at dawn, when the dew made it gentler on the scythe.
Prada preserves the summers of long ago. Silent steps at dawn, families on the move with a sled on their shoulders, the scent of wet grass, the aroma of mountain herbs, men at the scythe, women with the rake.
You can reach it on foot, or with a taxi-jeep service, along the Sled Road, a track etched by two parallel grooves, the memory of countless sled passages that carried hay and wood down to the valley for winter. Once, Prada’s prairies were the best sitting room of hay for the winter.
Today flocks of sheep graze there, but the charm of these meadows has remained intact. The pastures, nourished by the humid currents that rise from Lake Garda and by the generous sun, hold a rich biodiversity of medicinal and aromatic herbs: eyebright, arnica, St. John’s wort, goat’s beard. And above them, often, the golden eagle flies, sovereign of these skies.
A flowered terrace suspended over Lake Molveno, where your gaze drifts into one of the most beautiful views in all our mountains. An invitation to stop, breathe, and let yourself once again be amazed by the authentic beauty of nature.
