From a distance, it doesn’t look like much of a mountain, but much to my dismay, it turned out to be an impressive climb.
Since I did not have my bike with me, I was forced to get up by car (or by foot, but I was lazy) and since the car had difficulties getting there, I figured it must be steep.
I looked up the profile and indeed, it was: about 12 kilometers at an average of over 10%.
I made a vow I would be back with my bike the next year.
During the course of the year, I extended the trip with a prelude in the Bavarian Alps (Bad Wiessee, Tegernsee) and even the Gerlitzen was eventually demoted to an appetizer, as we would ride on to Prad, Italy, to storm the Stelvio Pass too…