Flippin a coin in Innertkirchen, it's the Susten Pass over the Grimsel. Both will be wet and crappy, the Susten will make us go the long way, needing to add the Furka Pass to get to our intended stay somewhere in the Upper Valais/ Wallis/ Upper Rhone Valley….whatever you want to call it.
In hindsight, we should've taken the shorter route and gotten things over and done with…but…the longer route had its perks, too.
Heck, it was that part of the world where I couldn't see the side of the road, and just had to to hope the dim tail light in front of me wasn't about to drop over the side of the old Gotthard Pass. BUT IT WAS STILL WORTH IT!
That's new. I think I stayed right there, but there was no sculpture then.
Then it's up the Furka…and things are turning cold…REAL COLD….it's snowing huge, wet flakes.
4 of them are enough to shut out the dreary grey day….and clog up the visor solidly. How much more height to climb? Any further up and we'll pull the pin, this is getting seriously nasty and dangerous.
The first slush is building and there's been something blinking on the dash for the last 10 min.
I know it's cold! The snot's freezing under the chin-bar and I'm shakin' like a leaf.
This bring back any memories?
That weather was really wide-spread. I believe I made it to Scotland at the same time you guys were arriving on the continent. Lots of drizzle (but that's the UK and completely normal). Then a week later from near Florenze, back up to the Alps (mostly rained out bar one day of beautiful clear sky in the Dolamites), then spent 4 weeks traveling down the Adriatic and into Istanbul. It wasn't until that final week in Istanbul that we could finally see the Sun.