We have been following a marked route of cycling paths that are maintained by the Swiss Tourism Board. The routes lead us along farmers' tracks and edges of flat, expansive fields; through steeply-edged valleys where goats, sheep, cows and the occasional herd of llamas cling to an impossibly sloped patch of grass; up, up and up single track footpaths to hidden meadows filled with wildflowers (we picked a great time of year to visit); right past front doors of farmhouses and entrances to barns. The trails we are following are often older than the invention of the bicycle, so the incline of the paths, both up and down, aren't ideal for bikes carrying riders AND all their stuff. We are surprised at how many of the off-road trails are paved, but much of the farm track is not.
|This means, "You are not|
going to like the next
45 minutes of your life."
The weather got worse as soon as we got off the train. We eventually found our accommodation but because it was Sunday, we struggled to find ingredients to make dinner. We opted for picking up a pizza, which the shop wouldn't deliver so we had to retrieve ... on bike! We were all exhausted after the big climb, the big scare of a close-by car crash and a slight argument upon check-in but after all that, we are now safe, warm and well-fed.
|Bernard, Gord's mascot, leads the way.|
|Marvelous views along the lake.|
|Tunnels with windows!|
|One of many covered bridges.|