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Past Tre Croci, the road descends 200m and then resumes a climb to Misurina, which had a gorgeous lake which combined with the weather we had this morning, was nothing short of stunning. Lots of tourists abound, and we managed to get someone to take a picture of us.
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We stopped to use the public restrooms, buy lunch, and refill our water bottles and then eschewing the side-trip to Tre Cime di Laverado, descended to rejoin the main road which had lots of heavy traffic.
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The main road had tons of traffic, it being a Saturday morning, but most of the traffic was heading into the mountains, not away from them. Nevertheless, having become used to traffic-free travel, my nerves started fraying and I switched to the dirt bike path along the road which hadn't seen any signs of improvements despite my 7 years between visits. After a while, Arturo joined me at a lake side where there was a park bench and we had our picnic lunch, our first in several days.
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Past the picnic area, I remained on the bike path while Arturo took the road, but to my surprised I was quickly routed onto the bike path between Sterzing and Innichen! Realizing what had happened I called Arturo, figured out where he was, and waited until he got to where I was. It's rare that the bike path is faster than the road but this was one of those cases.
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This part of Italy has amazing bike paths, almost the equal of Austria's for the simple reason that culturally, it's still a part of Austria despite having been separated from it for almost a century. We noticed cyclists wearing tags and numbers going the other way, and soon found ourselves riding into a rad-marathon, which is the European term for a century or other organized events. Unlike club centuries in America, rad-marathons are huge events with sponsors, giveaway bags, stores, huge music stands. Unlike a Fondo, however, they're not timed bicycle events, so don't have some of the crazy baggage associated with those. We saw lots of folks on mountain bikes, and while some people were obviously going for speed, many were just casual riders who were just out to have a good time on a bike.
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We walked through the rad-marathon start/finish area, and stayed on the road until Bruneck, which looked like a nice town that Arturo wanted to stay there. It was still early in the day, and I would have been ready to roll on, but at the information center while looking for lodging only 4 places turned up with availability. Arturo reminded me that the day before in Cortina, Hotel Montana had filled up by 4pm, and that convinced me to stop early. None of the hotels in Bruneck had availability, but across the bridge in Stegen was Hotel Zum Hirschen, which had excellent reviews on TripAdvisor for the food. It never takes me long to agree to a hotel if it had good food, so we went there and found that they did have just a few rooms left. They weren't willing to give us a half-pension for just a one night stay, but they were willing to lock up the bikes in their cellar.
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We walked to the Messner Mountain Museum at the big Castle in Bruneck, and found that it was very well done, with not just exhibits of Messner's expeditions, but replicas of actual mountain huts and living conditions in various mountain ranges all over the world. There were even declarations of Messner's philosophy on the Alps:
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The view from the top of the castle was also outstanding, and I was glad that Arturo made me stop.
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On the way home, we stopped by the train station. The next day was supposed to be raining, and we wanted to check our options in case we needed to take the train somewhere. There were huge signs, however, declaring a train strike starting 6:00pm today, and going on through the rest of the weekend. That eliminated our excuse for laziness. It was nearly 100 miles to the foot of the Stelvio, so we would have to gird ourselves for a ride that long.
Dinner that evening was huge, as we ordered the sampler plate. Nevertheless, our light lunch and all that walking around made us hungry. Thinking that we'd have to ride 100 miles the next day, we demolished the huge plate, leaving but a half inch chunk of pork un-eaten.
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