Deep and narrow ravines, rocks that drop vertically into the turquoise mirrors. The silence of nature is only broken by the pleasant hubbub of the waters that, whirling, descend to the valley setting in motion at one time the turbines of the old power station. The triumph of the pure and uncontaminated environment is found here, in the land that is the access door to the enchanting Valcellina and an open book on history. Land of the heretical miller Domenico Scandella called the Menocchio, condemned to the stake for heresy.