|On a rarely used trail near Meran 2000|
We can see Meran 2000 from our balcony. It's one of the many peaks towering over the basin we're in. When I come from my swim--the calves and knees have recovered from Day 2--Andy Goat Man has decided that we're going to do Meran 2000. And although there's a perfectly good speedhiking trail, AGM has decided we're going to take a trail that is "rarely used."
"It'll be an adventure," he says.
"I'm game." I really do have to change this about myself.
We drive to the Meran 2000 Talstation (valley station) where we plan to return with the lift. From there, we walk on a curvy road to the beginning of the trail, which is nothing more than a tiny path into the forest. Well, UP into the forest. Like climbing stairs except that each stair is a wobbly rock or mud or gravel and there's only grass and saplings to hold onto.
|An old? forestry warning lying on the ground|
"Hey, Goat Guy."
"Just how rarely is this trail used?"
|Do you see a path?|
"Sure. I'm game."
We keep walking up and up and up until the trail is now an even--maybe even pristine--grass path. We can't find a sign now to tell us where to go, so Andrew the mountain goat breeder decides he sees a path (and in his defense it does turn out to be one) zigzagging up the slope above us. It's a grassy slope. It's a steep slope. It turns out to be the most dangerous, stupid thing I've ever done. To the left of this grassy, slippery, steep slope is a drop-off of about 100 meters that I try so hard not to look at. About 20 minutes into this climb the path disappears altogether. The only thing to do is to turn around and go back down.
|The end of the path.|
|Definitely a path.|
|New Valley? No idea.|
It took us two hours to get back to the road. Then we walked through apple orchards for another hour to get back to our car because I refused to be walk on the curvy road with the wild drivers. There were no sidewalks. In South Tyrol, the cars drive fast, the cyclists drive fast, the motorcyclists drive like sadistic crazy people.
Back at the Meran 2000 Talstation, we hop in our car and drive into Meran to catch a bit of the (very boring) Dorffest and to drink to our safe return to civilization.
Next time Day 5
I must be off,