It gives you a tremendous feeling of security if you’re all roped up with a guide while hiking through the rugged cliffs and icy deserts of the Ortler massif. Well at least that’s one of my thoughts when crossing the path with other maximum-equipped mountaineers. I’ll never find out how it feels... When travelling with Harald & Martin our bikes become the ice pick, a rain jacket transforms into a sled and riding skills is the only thread our health depends on.
For me that’s the ultimate freedom, crawling out of the tent early in the morning just to see the milky way and the stars disappear into the sunrise, it gives you a feeling of being invincible. On a hike & bike day there’s many possibilities to prove whether that’s true or not…
First descending a mountain is a weird thing, at first you have to find a white spot on the map where nobody else was crazy enough to climb a massive rock just to carve some virgin lines into snow & dust. Even if you plan it for months and forever read maps nobody can actually tell whether the mountain you're looking at is ridable. When we finally arrived at Monte Cevedale our jaws dropped quite a bit as the mountain hut owner told us that an italian trials biker had been side hopping up the glacier just two weeks ago. Different approach, I guess... I mean how can you hop up somewhere and not enjoy the downhill?
Awesome Singletrails on World War I tracks reward greatly for the exhaustion higher up, no trialers to be seen here!
