After our well-earned beers last night, we sleep in until 8.00 am...
...As the only remaining guests, we enjoy a leisurely breakfast and roll down the fine trail towards the valley. Instead of the road, we opt for the forest path and the chance of more trails. This forest trail leads us up and down the valley (we will regret the lost time later...), and ends in a painted irrigation channel. Then another s3 trail and we're on the train/bus to the Reschen Pass. After a quick refreshment stop in Nauders, we head via Martina (CH) to Scuol. We actually wanted to use the bike park lift here, but no way. The lift is being completely renovated, and without cables, the lift really doesn't run very well ;)
But there seems to be a replacement. So we get to Alp Laret with the lift, about 200 m and a nice high-altitude trail. From there, we roll down into the valley and the uphill towards Pass Furtschöl/Jamtalhütte can begin.
900 m still await us, and it's already 5 pm. The beds in the Jamtalhütte are booked, but we still have a rather tight time window until dark. After all, we are in high alpine terrain. Uphill is almost exclusively done by pushing and carrying bikes, and downhill can also take longer.
At the last mountain pasture, the hiking map shows that the route should go to the left of the stream along the slope up to the Furtschöl pass - and it does. But the arrow points straight ahead and to the right of the stream. So just follow the recognizable path to the right of the stream. Christian stubbornly follows this marked path, which seems a little strange to me. So I decide to climb up the slope via the steep alpine meadow on the left. It works quite well, thanks to the tracks left by horses and cows. At Christian's place at the bottom, however, the end seems to have been reached, the path suddenly stops and getting any further would mean climbing over boulders the size of atuos.
We can only communicate at this distance with the rushing Bahc using the Hamd sign. Christian waves me off and makes his way back, but I indicate to him that I'll keep trying. Just one crest further up, I suddenly find myself on an old path with fresh hiking tracks and see a fresh trail marker about 50m above me.
Lucky me! Another 4-500 m of pushing and I reach the top of the pass at a brisk pace in just over an hour on a freshly made path surrounded by pure scree.
It's now 8 pm, so I quickly put on my protectors and jacket and off I go. I can ride about 80% of the way to the Jamtalhütte on alternating scree and alpine hiking trails. Just before nightfall, I don't take any more risks and prefer to push/carry the bike one too many times over the short steep sections and steps.
30 minutes later, I reach the Jamtalhütte. Here I first have to explain to all the groups how the bike works in this terrain, etc. Without exception, everyone thinks such activities are really great, but I also admire the various climbing, mountaineering and mountaineering activities.
For the rest of the way, the hut owner introduces himself to me personally and gives me lots of important information. What a great thing! He confirms that my plan A, which would lead over the Gletschner Scharte, would not be a problem in principle thanks to the glacier melt, but that I would probably have to carry half of it down, even with the best bike control.
So after resting in a comfortable 6-person camp (with running water!), I listen to his tip and enjoy the scenic trail along the valley to Galtür.