Though we were sad to be leaving Italy
and re-crossing, though not re-tracing the same route, on Friday
morning with the weather still promising and holding-up quite nicely,
we were also looking forward to new adventures in Switzerland.
Departing Dongo, we journeyed through a changing landscape, moving
from the sheltering cliffs of Lake Como through the foothills of
northern Lombary and over the border to make the quick transition of
climbing the Alps. Scaling a winding ribbon of road, we came to the
top of the Maloja Pass, some 1800 meters above sea level.
Descending
a bit from these heights, we came to the valley of the Engadine and
followed a beautifully scenic national route that ran parallel to the
River Inn (Engadine in Romansch means the garden of the Inn).
First,
we came to the elite and posh resort town of St. Moritz. Off-season,
it was not too crowded and we got to soak up the exclusive
atmosphere. We hiked from Bad St. Moritz to Dorf St. Moritz, a peak
of luxury hotels and boutiques but on the way back, discovered the
escalator down to the lake—a veritable gallery and a good
opportunity for seeing and being seen, I suppose. Maybe the mythos
is a little dated but the place did have this underlying presense of
being a sort of playground for the rich and famous.
Later, passing
through several villages with a lot of characteristic architecture
and with really breath-taking back-drops, we found a campsite at the
edge of the Swiss National Park, with a grand view of the mountains
and along a railway bridge, with trains chugging by throughout the
night and whistling as they rounded corners.
On Saturday, we set out
and stopped along the way to explore a few characteristic Engadine
villages like Susch and then Guarda, a place dominated by traditional
local style, sgraffito decorations on the buildings, and with a
commanding view of the surroundings.
Then, leaving the main road at
Ardez, we took a detour through the woods, really into the tree-line,
to a picturesque place called Ftan that faced the outcropping in the
valley below of Castle Tarasp.
We wound our way through another
gorgeous resort area towards the castle and after a little walk and
some refreshment, we took an interesting tour of the place. The
thirteenth century castle was found in grave disrepair in the early
1800s by a German master-marketeer and mouthwash tycoon and quite
lovingly restored with surpassing glory, copying elements from other
castles and populating the place with artworks and collections that
brought the whole interior together.
Schloss Tarasp, now passed into
the ownership of the dynasty of Hessian and by Rhein, is also outfitted with an clever
internal switchboard to meet the needs of guests and an organ, which
was the most advanced music sythesizer of the day and one of the biggest
pipe organs in Switzerland and most importantly salvaged a lot of
heritage.
Afterwards, we took a pleasant campsite overlooking the
town of Scuol and will continue our reluctant trip back tomorrow
with, I'm sure, a few more things to discover.