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…
The Tegernsee area was nice, but not really fit to ride with a road bike and I even had a lot of trouble with my mountain bike. However, that was mainly because it was fitted with a road cassette (12-21) and “no flat”, profile-less tires.
I will probably go back there one day, but although I enjoyed our stay, I’m saving myself the trouble of translating the Dutch reports 🙂
This turned out to be a very hard climb – I managed two out of three ascends (Alpenstrasse and Gipfelstrasse) consecutively, but I was at the end of my rope by the time I finished the last gruelling 2 kilometers of gravel road on the Gipfelstrasse.
Since 1) I had zero experience with anything like this, 2) it was blistering hot and I had not planned and therefor 3) not enough sustenance with me for the second climb, my first mountaineering experience almost became my last.
(There was nothing to be had at the end of the Alpenstrasse ascend – I did get something at a gas station once we got back down in the valley, but that hardly qualified as ‘sustenance’…)
I was beginning to doubt my abilities but I was definitely sure that I had lost my sanity. Climbing the Alpenstrasse had taken me 1:10, for the Gipfelstrasse – although shorter and slightly less steep – I needed 1:15.
However, Paula motivated me with a nice brochure about a “biker friendly, winding roller” of a road: the Nockalmstrasse.
This would be a nice experience and probably just as good as a recovery ride. Erm, are you sure about that, dear?
I swear that at the time neither she nor I thought of a motor bike, but that may well have been because I was still half past dead from the double Rittberger on the Gerlitzen…
Of course, I couldn’t help myself and did so anyway.
And although it was far from easy, I got up the first summit at the Glockenhütte (2,024m), had something to eat there, descended 500 meters to the Sacklhütte and climbed up to the second summit at the Eisentahlhöhe (2,042m).
From there, it would be downhill only towards Innerkrems, so I denied myself that ‘treat’ and the chance of crashing.
The total of my trip: 25.4 kilometers and 1,416 altimeters over 19 kilometers of climbing – that’s a 7,5% average, with a maximum grade of 18% – in a net time of 1 hour and 50 minutes.
Stelvio Pass (info page)
The oldest and probably one of the most beautiful passes of Europe. From Prad (or Prato) it is 24.3 kilometers long, with an altitude gain of 1,808 meters. That’s ‘only’ 7.4% average, but you’ll run into steeper stretches more frequently than is comfortable.
However, this climb is most famous because of the 48 numbered hairpins, starting just before Trafoi. Especially further up – starting just before hotel Franzenshöhe in hairpin 22 – you get to see them, winding up above you. The views from there – both up and down – are ever more breathtaking and for me it’s a thing I will never forget, much like a first love, I guess…
All in all, this climb is not ‘unfriendly’ – it’s obviously by no means easy, but you can keep going, grind through the harder passages and enjoy (the views on) the less hard bits.
I was very lucky with the weather, which can be ‘spooky’ at times, even in August (I was there August 21st). The conditions may vary and it’s not unthinkable that from one day to the next, there will be a snow cover and your trip will be less enjoyable, if not impossible.
It took me 1 hour and 44 minutes to cover the 25.3 kilometers from the hotel in Prad and the CicloMaster recorded 1,846 altimeters with a maximum grade of 15%.
Once you get to the top, you will be met by the stench of grilled sausages – even if you’re hungry, you won’t like ‘m – and the largest array of (souvenir) shops I’ve seen on any summit so far.
You can shoot a picture at the mellow ‘Coppi stage’, but the real monument in his honor (picture left) is on the other side of the street. You can walk around a bit and learn something about the bloody history of the pass, and I recommend Albergo Genziana for much better food than the sausages.
An unforgettable experience and it will be hard to find anything better than this – but I will continue to ‘conquer’ passes 🙂