Penegal, Italy to Levico Terme, Italy
A beautiful bounty of great riding and scenery. Sorry to say we are not writing a post tonight – we are just worn out! You have our promise of a full accounting tomorrow when we have more time. Ciao!
Prutz Austria to Monte Penegal, Italy via Stelvio and Gavia Passes
This was the most exciting day of the tour so far. We rode through five passes in all, but we’ll focus on Passo dello Stelvio, which crests at a little over 9,000 feet.
Planned in 1818, this pass road was built in 5 years (1820-1825) by about 2,000 workers. Because horse-drawn vehicles were state of the art, the gradient was limited to a maximum of 11%, which is still pretty steep. (We’ve ridden on hill grades as high as 16%.) The road to Stelvio Pass was was built on an ancient trade route dating back to Roman times to move goods between Switzerland and the Duchy of Milan, Italy.
Stelvio Pass is the highest pass in Italy and the second-highest paved pass of the Alps. With its 48 switchbacks rising up the northern approach, it is both a famous tourist attraction in its own right, plus a first-class challenge for bicycle and motorcycle riders from across the world. The switchbacks are very tight and very challenging.
When we made it to the top a little dazed and breathless, our fabulous tour leader, Michael, brought us to a small stand that served fabulous brats on homemade Italian bread. We felt we were eating like conquering champions. Well sort of. We were exhilarated and a bit wrung out actually, and needed a chance to refuel and reenergize. As a note: Ever since I first saw pictures of the pass some years ago, it’s been one of my must do’s. Connie and I both felt the thrill and she got some terrific shots which she shared with our fellow riders on the Edelweiss tour. Everyone is glad because most of us were otherwise much too busy to even think about photos.
After Stelvio, we climbed the Gavia Pass (8600 Ft) another high Italian alpine pass. Gavia is famous for the Giro d’Italia road bicycle race, and is notable for both stunning scenery and very narrow, rough roads. It’s usually best to enjoy these one at a time.
Andre, our new friend from Colorado, noted that Colorado bike paths are usually wider than these roads. A bit of fun with motorcycles, bicycles, cars and (yes) trucks going both ways. Amazing and fun.
We ended the day climbing yet another pass to the summit of Monte Penegal where we’re spending the night. The hotel offers a panorama of mountain peaks in Austria and Italy, especially the Dolomites which we’ll ride to soon.
There’s so much more to tell, but we’re a bit wrung out. (Okay, I am.) Hope you enjoy the pics and thanks for coming along with us for this while. Good night!
PS. You can also follow along on our trip on the official Edelweiss Alps Extreme blog.
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Untermieming, AT to Prutz, AT via the Kaunteral Glacier Road
We set out at 8:30 am in the rain this morning. Yeah, it happens. It’s part of the experience and we aren’t likely to melt. Besides, this area really needs the rain. We had a fun ride on the Kütai road (which Connie and I did on our own the other day), then stopped for coffee at a nice Gasthaus before continuing on to the Kaunertal Glacier. We were fortunate the weather changed.
Enroute to the glacier we stopped at a scenic overlook. Wow!
The Kaunertal Glacier Road follows an old pilgrimage route dating back to the Middle Ages. With 29 switchbacks, the road climbs to over 9300 ft. The road is purportedly Austria’s most beautiful cul-de-sac and is affectionately called the “dream road to the eternal ice”. There is skiing 10 months a year in this region. And what a fun road!
We had lunch at an “Alm,” a mountain hut that serves motorized travelers, bicyclists, and hikers. This seemed way more fancy than my preconceived image of a mountain hut.
We ended the day in a picturesque village in the Upper Inn Valley called Prutz.
Tonight we met all the whole tour group. Strangely enough everyone is from North America. There are five riders and one passenger, Connie. Our tour guide, Michael, hails from Germany. He is the architect behind many of the Edelweiss Extreme tours. We started the evening with an orientation and then had dinner together. Everyone seems quite eager to get started tomorrow.
Hank did a rider’s course earlier in the day with Michael and one other rider in our group. It was really helpful.
Connie took a long walk in the woods and spent some time around a local lake.
We are packed and ready to roll. Hoping to get a good night’s sleep.
Today was a day of transition to the next stage of our trip. We checked out of Pension Seelos and moved our baggage train to Gästhaus Neuwirt which is close to the Edelweiss Bike Tours. Beginning with a meeting tonight, we’ll prepare for our week on the road. All that riding gear we lugged from home is getting put to use.
We headed out for a couple hours of riding south and west of Mieming. We rode by a couple of pretty and rather secluded mountain lakes near Kühtai. (You can Google it if you like.)
The roads were perfect for riding and seemed pretty comfortable to some of the larger farm animals around, too. We met two very pretty brown draft horses clopping their way up the middle of the road. Fortunately, they left us enough room to scoot gently by. No one, animal or human, was overly tense so this must be a fairly common occurrence in this predominantly agricultural area.
A bit later, we rode by some substantial leavings in the road that were both abundant and distinctly aromatic. Sure enough, we came to the source: a half dozen cows lounging and frolicking (?) about the roadway. Real free range cattle! Unlike our encounter with a herd of cattle in Colorado on our tour in 2017, the cows weren’t alarmed. No one seemed put out. We all just eased on by each other while trying to dodge the bigger road apples.
We stopped for cake and coffee then started back toward Meiming. A little shopping for incidentals was important. Most stores and businesses are closed Sundays and we didn’t want to miss stocking up on snacks.
And here we are.
A last note. We had a question about border controls. Based on the Schengen Agreement, 26 European nations have open border agreements. It’s as easy to travel from France to Germany as it is from NJ to Pennsylvania. While staying in Austria these past few days, we had lunch in Austria, Germany and Italy. I find it’s still difficult to wrap my head around the fact that we move easily between different countries, sometimes without even noticing.
Today we rode west out of Meiming then turned south on Rt 186 through beautiful small towns with exotic names like, Silz, Sautens, Umhausen, Pilze and Rainstadl. Every community had its own church built with graceful spires reaching to the sky. They were clearly well built and many centuries old. It strikes me that these are testimonies to a faith and determination of people who have endured hardship in the shadow of such mountains. But I digress.
Beginning just south of Obergurgl (quite a name!) we came to the fantastic road rising to Timmelsjoch Pass, called naturally enough, the Timmelsjoch Pass Road. I’m a pretty conservative rider and I found it served me well. The road was in good shape but very demanding at first, though I soon began to feel the back-and-forth rhythm of the tight curves and switchbacks. Most of the journey to the top was spent in the lower gears and it was fun! At the top there’s a motorcycle museum if you care to stop in. But parked all around the summit were literally hundreds of bikes, of all makes and sizes, a veritable modern museum that morphs by the minute.
A word about the weather. Back in Morrisville today it’s about 100 degrees F. In Paris, it was nearly 95 degrees a couple of days. In Mieming, Austria it’s about 85. At the top of an alpine pass, it’s usually much cooler, between 45 – 60 degrees. And windy. And often cloudy with little sun. Hmmm. That translates to a lot of coolness at 50 miles per hour on the back of a bike. Hence, you’ll notice we have pretty warm protective gear. And we plug the gaps very tightly. And sometimes we keep it all on when we stop. We’re seeking warmth, not anonymity. If you’ve ever ridden, or walked in a strong cold wind, you’ll know what I mean.
The top of the Pass (at 2175 meters, or about 7100 feet) looks over the Ötz Valley of the Alps, which is beyond stunning. We paid €15 for the privilege of coming down the other side of the mountain into Italy. The ride down, once we tore ourselves away from our cameras, was a delight. The hard part is getting used to the idea that there is enough room for both a motorcycle and a regional bus on those tight turns! There is, you know.
After a great lunch we ventured north and east to the Passo Stovio Jaufenpass on Italian Rt SS44. Again, the ride was magnificent as was the scenery. In passing, I can’t say enough about our rented BMW R1250 – it has more than enough umph to get us whever we need to go.
We wound our way back to the Pension Seelos around 7:00 PM. We are tired but exhilarated, too. Tomorrow we change our digs to a Pension affiliated with Edelweiss Tours and get ready for our week long tour. We can’t wait!
We want to give a shout-out to Michael, the owner of the Pension Seelos, Alpine Easy Stay. Michael suggested our route for today that while fairly ambitious (about 300 kilometers over all) turned out beautifully. Michael has been so welcoming and helpful. He’s a 3rd generation owner of this Trip Advisor rated pension. He and his wife put their own stamp on the establishment and it’s a very airy, warm and modern home away from home. We just love it here and highly recommend it.
A beautiful day for a ride. We set off around 10:30 heading west along Rt 189 through towns whose names sound very different to the American ear. Towns like: Imst, Mils bei Imst, Landeck, Grins, Pettneu am Arlberg and St Anton. The valley became more narrow and lush and seemed almost otherworldly to us Americans from the mid-Atlantics.
We stopped at a Gasthaus in St. Anton (also on the Arlberg River) for lunch. St. Anton is known as a rather famous and pricey ski area.
The Gasthaus was quite fancy inside; the outside where we sat seemed to attract bikers and hikers. So naturally we met 3 younger riders from Munich, Germany riding smaller off-road bikes; and an older gent from Innsbruck wearing cowboy boots, leathers and riding a tricked out Harley Davidson Dynaglide, of which he is immensely proud. There were a number of big Hondas gliding on by with geezers on board, and crotch rockets by the dozen.
After lunch we headed north through the winter resort towns of Stuben, Zürs and Lech on Rt 198. We traveled through part of the Zugspitze Arena again. It was heavenly (again!). We then wound our way back through the Fernpass and Fernsteinsee as we did yesterday. We don’t push the speed, yet the twisties, especially the switchbacks, are so much fun and very satisfying. This is such good prep for our tour next week.
Connie has taken a ton of pics and vids today. Hope those she shares give you a taste for what we saw.
A note in passing: I’ve used words like quaint, cute, neat and charming to describe the towns and villages we’ve ridden through. It feels sometimes like we’re encountering a country and people frozen in time and neatened up for the benefit of tourists like us. The truth is very different. The towns and homes we see are filled with hard working people who are raising families and building lives just like we do. We sometimes ride behind big farm equipment and construction vehicles and transports who together are making their country work and grow, again just like in America. We are so aware that we are guests who stay for a short while and revel in the wonders of their land. And we’re grateful for the kindness and generosity with which we are met. Acting like guests in someone’s home. That’s the ticket. And a big hint.
Today we became riders again! I picked up our rental from Edelweiss Tours this morning. They were really helpful and a capable young man named Lukas walked me through all the details and got me on my way. The bike is a BMW R1250rt, newer but nearly the same as my bike at home. Of course I had to make sure of it so I rode a little out of the way back to pick up Connie. Well, maybe more than a little.
Eventually I made it back to our pension. Connie was ready and off we went, heading east back towards Innsbruck. Riding back roads we turned north and made our way to Garmisch – Partenkirchen in Germany. Some friends of ours, Bob and Bernice, have family and have vacationed there many times and rave about it. Now we know why. When we stopped for lunch, we found Garmisch to be pretty, quiet and relaxed. And we were treated to truly majestic peaks all around. Still. Again.
We left Garmisch heading west on Rt 23 with an idea to mosey home. However, as we neared a town called Grainau, the bike suddenly and inexplicably turned left toward a pretty little lake called Eibsee. We spent only a short while at the lake because it’s a big tourist and recreational destination. (We try to avoid those when we can.) Still a pretty ride.
The Zugspitze Arena is just breathtaking. German Rt 23 turns south to become Austrian Rt 187 at the border. Some great switchbacks near Fernpass and more stunning geography. Still heading south, now on Rt 179, we passed next to (Lake) Fernsteinsee which surrounds an island with the ruins of a castle, Ruine Sigmundsburg, and Schloss Fernsteinsee to the right. Schloß Fernsteinsee dates back at least to the 12th century.
We kept heading south until meeting Rt 189 which took us back to Obermieming and our beautiful room. It was so wonderful to ride again with my Queen and get acclimated to the roads here. A beautiful day
Hi! Not much to write for today. We packed our stuff up and moved about 20 miles to a Pension in Mieming. We’ve unpacked our stuff — or more accurately, it exploded out of our cases. So we took a walk, ate some food and will head to bed shortly. Seems climbing the Kafelekar yesterday did us in.
We met and had a great visit with a man from southern Netherlands by the name of Arno. He and his wife and four kids are vacationing in Innsbruck. His family is fascinating on many levels. Arno is a polyglot, being fluent in at least four languages, though it may be six. The rest of the family is also multilingual, and the oldest son who is twelve is so fluent in English that his primary concern at present is his accent. Everyone plays instruments: Arno (French Horn) well enough to lead several regional orchestras. He’s also a horticulturist who publishes a journal for fellow farmers across Holland. We had a chance to satisfy some of our mutual curiosity about each other’s country and the bits of the world we have seen. Great time with some thoroughly impressive folks.
That closed out the day yesterday.
Tomorrow, we pick up the bike and start getting acclimated to riding in Austria. Can’t wait! And that’s it for today.
We enjoyed another low key day here in Innsbruck. Took a bus into town to buy some sundries and then back to Hungerburg to begin an excursion to the top of Hafekelar, a beautiful mountain overlooking Innsbruck to the south.
Hafekelar is resplendent with hiking, bike and ski trails and is really popular for locals and tourists alike. During winter, most of the slopes are really challenging with some inclines (declines?) of up to 70%. That would be a “no” for me, by the way. There’s a gondola from Hungerburg that reaches the top in two stages, climbing quickly to about 7,400 feet. With a little more climbing the old fashioned way, we got to an overlook for a huge swath of the Inn Valley to the south, and a tutorial on how glaciers work to the north. To the west were sure footed sheep with bells around their necks, grazing away and studiously ignoring the humans. And it’s neat to be suddenly engulfed in a passing cloud – it really cools you off pretty fast.
We scrambled about for a while taking lots of pictures. We also sat a bit, caught up in the wonder spread all around and before us. We feel very grateful.
Tomorrow we move up the valley a bit to Obermeeming from whence we will commence our motorized adventures. We will continue, however, to stop at likely looking cafes for a coffee and maybe a Strudel. We are getting to really like this treat!
Wandering Retirees 