Late in the evening, Arturo had asked me what alternatives to Bolzano there were for getting back to Munich, as all the trains from there were booked on Sunday! I replied "Landeck", and he grabbed the last bike reservation from Innsbruck to Munich, as the train from Landeck back to Innsbruck didn't need bike reservations.
We got started at breakfast just as it opened. The breakfast was elegant and they even came by to ask us if we had egg orders. After that, we packed, delivered luggage to the RV, and began the climb to Hotel Franzenshohe where we would regroup for ice cream and snacks. The climb was beautiful and not very steep, but we would regret not starting earlier as it warmed up very quickly. We would later learn that this was the start of a big heat wave in Europe that would kill many people in the southern European countries.
Boen wasn't feeling as strong as he did yesterday, and at one point when I misjudged a corner I had to stop as another cyclist came down on the same side of the road we were on, and we had to walk. Bowen caught up to us and teased Boen for having to walk, turning the tables on their usual brotherly dynamic. Of course, Boen wasn't going to take that lying down and quickly poured on the power and distanced his brother.
At the 22nd hairpin we stopped at the Hotel Franzenshohe and had ice cream. I tried to persuade the others that the hiking trails behind the hotel were worth exploring but I got no takers. Both the heat and the remaining amount of climbing had taken their tolls on people's morale. I realized then that if you're going to schedule a hike during a bike ride, it is best to do it on the descent after the day's climbing was over. I would put this theory to the test later on in the trip.
The last 700m up to the summit was fairly straightforward, but not straight. The road zig-zags through 22 hairpins and the air got thin enough that even though we were acclimated slowed us down. But after the last hairpin the road actually becomes gentler and you get to ride that last half km in a euphoria and with lots of people cheering you on.
At the top, we got bad news. The road to Bormio was closed due to a landslide. We had seen no signs about this, and the website we consulted about it yesterday evening was updated at least a month ago. I was distressed because we had non-refundable hotel reservations in Isolaccia. After confirming that there was no way down to Bormio, we resigned ourselves. First, we ate lunch. Then, we would get our luggage from the RV. Before doing that, however, I realized that we were carrying a jersey that was too big for Boen that he never wanted to wear, so I bought a new Stelvio jersey for Boen and then we gave Stephan a bunch of equipment we weren't going to use for the rest of our tour to bring home. Otto Senior had had enough of driving steep, narrow mountain roads with an RV. Arturo had to return to Munich the next day, and Mark wanted to ride back to Zurich. This truly was the breaking of the fellowship. I had no plans other than to make it down to Santa Maria. Otto and Boen both said: "See, this wouldn't have happened if we'd chosen to ride the Silvretta instead!" We would later discover via Mark that Silvretta had a similar closure! Late spring rains really did a number on all the roads in the area.
We rode down the Stelvio to the Umbrail pass intersection, and rode down it. Unlike the last time I descended the road, I didn't have to stop to let the brakes cool, since the tandem only had the two of us on it. We stopped briefly at Hotel Alpenrose where we had stayed in 2022, and then back down to Santa Maria. At Santa Maria, we said goodbye to everyone else. Xiaoqin would observe that Boen looked unhappy, but after he saw everyone being happy and waving his social instincts took over and he calmed down instead of becoming upset.
It was 3:00pm, and Xiaoqin and I debated staying in Santa Maria. "But what's the plan tomorrow?" said Boen. "We climb over Ofenpass!" "No!" I then observed that we were right in front of a bus stop that would take us over Ofenpass to the Livigno tunnel. Livigno had a lot of lodging despite it being a Saturday, and would be higher and cooler than Santa Maria. It would also mean that the bus took us over Ofenpass. The only question was whether the bus would take our bike, including the tandem. I tried calling the postbus info line but it being a Saturday they weren't taking any calls. We had nothing to lose (there was plenty of lodging in Santa Maria), so we could just wait.
To our delight, the bus was towing a huge bike rack behind it, and the Roadini and Ritchey Road logic easily fit on it. The tandem wouldn't fit, but the bus driver calmly just opened up the bottom compartment of the bus and helped me slide the tandem into it. No decoupling. I'd never climbed Ofenpass from this direction before, and it was clear that it was much steeper and harder than from the other direction, indicating that Boen's instincts about not wanting to ride it was well founded. The scenery was nice though!
At the Livigno tunnel, we got off and stood behind some other cyclists for the Livigno tunnel bus, but when the designated time came the bus did not show up! One of the cyclists had stayed in Livigno for the past 2 weeks and we asked him if it was frequently late and he said "No, it'd always been on time." Another pair of cyclists were also caught up in the Bormio closure and were hoping to ride all the way to Bormio that evening.
Fortunately, Swiss bus drivers are a lot more reliable than Italian ones, so at the designated time, the Swiss postbus arrived and we boarded with our bikes. Once on the bus and assured that we could get to Livigno I booked an apartment near the bus stop for 2 nights. The kids were tired so rather than made them ride all the way to Livigno I paid the absurd bus fare to go all the way downtown, reasoning that we'd get to ride to the tunnel 2 days later if the forecasts were correct.
Once downtown, however, we had to ride uphill to get registered with the apartment management company who then checked us in and released payment to the apartment owner and then we had to ride back to just past the bus stop. The apartment building was freshly built and they were still painting the garage. We were let in and showed the facilities which included a good sized kitchen. We were told that the supermarkets actually closed pretty late (at 8:00pm) and the apartment washing machine was available for us to use. So we walked out to dinner at a nearby restaurant and shopped for breakfast after placing our orders.
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The kids were exhausted and it was clearly time for another rest day. I had decided that we should visit Pontresina to do their panaromic walk. Pontresina was so expensive that the money we saved by staying in Livigno would more than pay for the expensive bus + mountain funicular + cable car ride to Pontresina. The town of Livigno also had all shops open on Sunday, unlike Pontresina where no supermarket could be had. That meant we could cook dinner tomorrow night, saving us even more money. This cushioned the blow of losing our non-refundable lodging fee.
The others safely arrived at their respective lodging half way back up the climb to the Reschensee.
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