Delays in St Moritz

So the first day literally fell into the water. Instead of ambitiously tackling the Fuorcla Sulej and being rewarded with a grand panorama of the glaciated Bernina Group, Hans and I are sitting slightly shivering on the campsite in St Moritz, watching the rain fall in endless torrents from the sky.

And with that, the question naturally arises: who is Hans and what does he have to do with this blog? Well, Hans is the one who has not been deterred by my previous bikepacking experiences and, rather naively, even allowed himself to be enthusiastic about coming to the Engadine with me for a week to discover the best trails between St Moritz and Davos. Neither the prospect of longer carrying and pushing sections with up to 1800 meters of altitude gain per day, nor the expected limited ready-to-eat meals or the extra weight of our equipment on the bike could bring him to his senses. And that's why we're here now to complete the prelude to my tour together.

Originally, we wanted to do a preparation tour, but since that no longer happened, we're just plunging into the real adventure without much fuss. It's maybe not such a bad idea to enjoy the glamorous last meal in St Moritz today before Hans' brand new equipment is thoroughly tested in two long and challenging stages through the wild Albula Alps.