Finally hiking ...

Well, at night it does get down to 3°C here in the mountains. So I preferred to keep my roof closed and rearranged everything inside. Fortunately, I didn’t freeze. I also finally had the chance to test my parking heater ... so I was half an hour taking off my clothes and sitting almost in a bikini, only to put everything back on again for the next half hour. I think my description of Mercedes isn't very women-friendly; I certainly haven’t mastered moderate 20°C yet, but I prefer reading a book over watching additional YouTube tutorials ;-/

Anyway, I’m awake & fit and will finally go hiking. There are gorges and monasteries, lakes, castles, and many apple orchards, and I’ll walk right through them ... until the mayor blocked my way ... with a fence, no, 2 fences! He had pinned an official explanation for it. He, the mayor, convinced himself (or so it was said) that walking through the gorge was dangerous, as in 2020 a truck broke through the guardrail above and triggered a rockfall. AHA ... the alternative was to walk 3 km along the heavily trafficked road – that seemed significantly more dangerous to me. So I climbed over the fence and had a nice, safe path.

Phew ... on the second morning, basically today, I was greeted at the start of my hike by a frosty, deep valley. I had to walk pretty quickly to get to operating temperature. The first view of the monastery perched over the stream on the rock was spectacular. Once here, the holy Romedio hid in his hermitage. When Romedio’s time ended around the year 1000, so did the peace. A church was built over his grave, then another and another and another, adding two more chapels, creating one of the most interesting structures of medieval Christian art in Trentino. The current pilgrimage site lies on a 70 m high limestone rock and is visited by about 200,000 pilgrims each year. Fortunately, only 20 were there today. I continued uphill to let my gaze wander over a mountain lake and finally enjoy the sun. After circling the lake (it lay so beautifully in the sun), I had to retrace my steps back to Romedio to then reach the fantastic, hewn return path high above the gorge. Even though the path was very well secured, it was fun. For a last supper in Trentino, I even drove to the lake and unpacked my gas stove. The ambitious housewife has everything with her ,-) I didn’t want to spend the night here all alone, so I drove back to my beautiful campsite ... and now I stand here alone :-0

Tomorrow it’s back home. It will definitely be warmer there.