Skiing the Dolomites - Part 5 - The Swiss Alps

Another beautiful day in Italy. Though today we ecided to go across the border into Switzerland. The resort we're at is soooo large, that it encompasses 12 different resort developements that share the Dolomite Superpass that we bought.









One is called the Suise Alps as it is in Switzerland. We skied to the edge of Italy, then hopped onto a shuttle that snuck us across the border. It was a Sound of Music moment (kidding).



There is this stunning massive cracked mountain over there, that looms over the resort. Tony and I took the lifts as far out as we could go, and found this cool "speed trap" run that would clock your speed. I managed to crack 78 kilometers an hour, and Tony got up to 80. Darn him.




We journeyed out to the edge of that resort and found a small lodge on top of another peak. Every peak has its own lodge it seems. There we had a Swiss lunch including Bier, Frankfurters, and Frites (fries). Tony had his favorite Weissbier, and I tried a local brew, Forst.




We played around in Switzerland for much of the afternoon, then wanted to head back to Italy to look around the town in Val Gardena where we were staing called Selva. It is a cute little resort town built around a stream. The Dolomite mountains loom over them and cast shadows down onto the town.




Tony and I had Apres Ski beers in a small pub in town, and bought a bottle of Bombardino to bring back with us.

As the lifts had closed, the only way up to the hotel is via the snowmobiles. This evening however, they had a large passenger Snowcat waiting at the parking lot. It turned out that a large Italian Seniors group was having a dinner party at the downstairs restaurant at the hotel. Tony and I rode up in the snowcat with the loudest group of men and fur clad women. Tony joked that he'd not seen this much mink ever. I don't think I've seen that much either.

That night for our final dinner at the hotel we had another wonderful meal including Beef Goulash, Spaetzle, and the best Apfel Strudel I had on the trip. A good way to end our wonderful ski outing.