Alps 2011 + 2
Rhine Gorge bridge at Versam
We continued along the Oberalpstrasse for 20 miles or so until we reached the right turn for Ilanz and pulled up in the town for refreshments. The weather was being more than kind, in fact extremely hot, especially in motorcycle clothing and so a stop was far more a necessity than a choice.
I initially parked on a curb by two parked cars, also on the wide curb but because of the camber the bike toppled onto it's side as I dismounted. Never a good choice of dismount , especially when cafe customers are sitting outside watching the world go by!
I picked the bike up and rode the short distance back to the start of town and into a public car park just beneath the upper deck of the pub we selected for our refreshments.
From Ilanz we continued through town toward Valendas and onto Versam.
After riding through Versam there is a large iron bridge spanning the Rhine Gorge below.
I initially parked on a curb by two parked cars, also on the wide curb but because of the camber the bike toppled onto it's side as I dismounted. Never a good choice of dismount , especially when cafe customers are sitting outside watching the world go by!
I picked the bike up and rode the short distance back to the start of town and into a public car park just beneath the upper deck of the pub we selected for our refreshments.
From Ilanz we continued through town toward Valendas and onto Versam.
After riding through Versam there is a large iron bridge spanning the Rhine Gorge below.
Along this route there are some quite tight and slow narrow roads that follow the mountain rock where some parts have had the road channelled through the rock itself.
This route eventually leads right into the town Bonaduz.
We headed on toward Chur, north to Igis and then east to Grusch , Klosters, until we reached Davos where would set up camp for the night.
Our campsite was just metres from a railway track which seemed to have a train running back and forth several times each hour.
Other than the train , which surprisingly wasn't too intrusive, the campsite location was very peaceful.
Amenities included showers/toilets and a place to dine with raised decking outside for the fresh air diners/drinkers.
This route eventually leads right into the town Bonaduz.
We headed on toward Chur, north to Igis and then east to Grusch , Klosters, until we reached Davos where would set up camp for the night.
Our campsite was just metres from a railway track which seemed to have a train running back and forth several times each hour.
Other than the train , which surprisingly wasn't too intrusive, the campsite location was very peaceful.
Amenities included showers/toilets and a place to dine with raised decking outside for the fresh air diners/drinkers.
The following day we would check the maps for our next stop the - Stelvio Pass.
Before Stelvio we rode the fabulous Albulapass (above). This was more by accident than good planning as it didn't take very long to get our bearings wrong on the morning after packing up camp. At the top of the Pass a Rifugio where we stopped for a light bite and refreshments.
The air was so still up here outside the Rifugio and the first thing to grab our attention when removing our helmets was the cow bells around the necks of the cattle in the fields. The sound was indeed quite charming to hear, especially as there was literally no other sound to be heard.
The Rifugio was actually a guest house , Gasthaus Albula - Hospiz serving to travellers as they arrived or passed through.
Before Stelvio we rode the fabulous Albulapass (above). This was more by accident than good planning as it didn't take very long to get our bearings wrong on the morning after packing up camp. At the top of the Pass a Rifugio where we stopped for a light bite and refreshments.
The air was so still up here outside the Rifugio and the first thing to grab our attention when removing our helmets was the cow bells around the necks of the cattle in the fields. The sound was indeed quite charming to hear, especially as there was literally no other sound to be heard.
The Rifugio was actually a guest house , Gasthaus Albula - Hospiz serving to travellers as they arrived or passed through.