I am posting a day and a half late for a couple of reasons; no internet in Grigno, our destination on Wednesday, and a long, late day on Thursday, 80 miles and five flat tires, before arriving in Bolzano.
Volker met us in the morning in Padova and led us out of the city and north 60 miles to Grigno. It was another beautiful day and, true to form, he had us on bike paths and small roads. Volker is quite the historian and we learned about Venetian water control and how they tamed the rivers, created arable land and navigable canals, and built up the defenses of Venice and conquered the cities in the area.
We cycled north, deviating slightly here and there to find a smaller road or cycle path. We were like three ducklings following their mother. But even Volker was occasionally surprised;
The Brenta River was our companion as we continued north. The Alps began to grow rapidly on either side of us and towering stone cliffs jutted into the sky along our path. Surprisingly, we only climbed gently as we followed the rapidly flowing, cold waters toward Grigno.
When the clouds rolled in Paula turned around and headed back to Bassano del Grappa. We cycled on wet roads into Grigno but never got rained on. Grigno, off the beaten path, is a jewel, small and endearing, tucked between gigantic, sheer cliffs. Volker was originally going to return south from here but decided to accompany us tomorrow into Trenta where he would take the train back to Padova and we would follow yet another riverside cycling path to Bolzano.