There is a some gentle climbing heading west out of Grigno until the mountains spread apart and a wider valley collects the waters that create the Brenta River. From there we would coast downhill into Trento. That was the plan anyway, at least Volker thought so. But in his quest to find ever more interesting, lightly traveled bike routes, we would manage to find a couple of steep, but thankfully short, ascents. And then, to add to the fun, we descended on a footpath into Trento that was so steep we had to walk our bikes down! I was happy to have disc brakes front and rear helping me to control my heavily loaded bicycle. Ginny claims she wore out her brake pads.
It was now 2:00 and time for us to take a separate path than. We enjoyed Volker’s company immensely, especially the historical information he provided. Additionally, we would never have found most of the bike paths and small roads that he knew. I shook his hand, thanked him, and he told me he enjoyed my sense of humor, specifically the way I “pulled everyone’s leg”. “I don’t get that in Italy” he said, and “I miss it”. And we would miss him also as we were lost within ten minutes after we parted ways.
But we finally made it out of Trento onto the bike path. Our companion was now the Adage River, which rises in the Alps near the Italian-Austrian border but would be wide and flowing strongly all the way to Bolzano. The bike path was absolutely delightful, rising imperceptibly, and we had the wind behind us. Thankfully.
We flatted again. Tom and I were perplexed. We are both good tire changers, and we thought we had covered all the bases. We found the leak in the tube and it was closer to the rim than the tire. The rim tape was in good shape. There was nothing wrong with the tire. Ginny patched it, we used another tube , and still, 30 minutes later, it flatted again. This time we changed tires, took off the rim tape, inspected it, and put it back on. It still would not hold air. Another tube and we finally made it into Bolzano at 8:00 at night.