August 19, 2019
Rain in Landeck
We woke up to rain. It had been predicted but we hoped against hope that it wouldn't rain, or maybe not much, say, just a drizzle, anything that would make riding our bikes an option. But it was pouring. The next days were going to be more of the same. Great, the best of the trip, mountain views hidden in the clouds. Beautiful downhill ride from Reschen Pass with rain in our faces. Then the expensive hotels, for what? No, we decided no, we are going home. This was also the last convenient place to get a train back to Munich. It seemed an obvious decision, a sensible decision, the only right decision.
But it left us feeling miserable. We knew earlier on, when we were younger, we would have just continued. In fact we had many fond and happy memories of cycling in the rain, overcoming obstacles and feeling strong. Now we had the feeling that we were giving up, taking the easy way out, preparing for the end of our bicycle touring days. And it is true that that day is getting closer, it is invevitable. This day when we decided to get on the train sent that message home.
Looking back, I think we were getting a little dramatic about it. Of course we can still tour. Of course we don't have to ride for days on end in the rain to prove it to ourselves. That was not the end of the world, not even the end of our touring days, I'm sure.
One last picture ...
Heart | 1 | Comment | 2 | Link |
The train ride home went smoothly. We had two changes of trains, all trains roll ons from the platform, no stairs - what more could you ask for.
In the meantime, we are riding our bikes, keeping in shape for the next season.
Rate this entry's writing | Heart | 6 |
Comment on this entry | Comment | 6 |
5 years ago
5 years ago
Tricia
5 years ago
5 years ago
5 years ago
5 years ago