On my way to Pescasseroli the sun was shining, but as the bus was approaching the village, the clouds started to gather, and by evening it was raining, and the next day (Sunday) too was grey and humid with occassional showers. But I hadn't come to see the town itself which mainly lives off tourism. (But, as it seemed, mainly domestic tourism. I hardly noticed any foreigner beside myself. Not even Camigliatello was like that.)
Thus, after having gotten myself a walking map over the area, I went for a walk. The map made it look simple, because there are many marked routes in the national park, labelled A1, A2, B1 etc up Y1 or so. In reality the labelling along the paths was not always that good.
As you can see from the picture, autumn had arrived in this area. It is interesting to note that in the Sila mountains one week earlier on the same altitude the trees were in any other colours but green.