The River Trebbia and The Valley
The river Trebbia is the backbone of Bobbio and its surrounding territory. It springs in Liguria on Mount Prelà and covers 120 km to reach the river Po. Its waters are fresh, clean and run between stones and rocks outlining a twisting journey through wonderful overhanging and spectacular waterfalls. The Trebbia valley is also one of the most interesting geological areas in Italy, well known among international scholars.
Common activities on the river include: hiking, swimming, sunbathing, canoeing, canyoning and fishing Trouts, balbels and chubs can be found in the river.
The territory around Bobbio is characterized by the Apennines, which, apart from outlining a splendid landscape, influence the climate; contributing cool air in summer and protecting the town from cold winds and fog in winter. On the surrounding mountains you can find cultivated fields and pastures, and the woods are habitats for a number of critters (squirrel, dormouse, hedgehog, hare, badger, fox, wolf, wild boar, pheasant, partridge, and many birds) and where a great variety of trees and flowers grow (aromatic herbs, broom, beech, oak, pine, chestnut, spruce, larch).
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