On Saturday we followed a track parallel to the road on mountain bikes with rucksacks and snowshoes strapped to us ( hardwork at altitude). Every so often we would hear a loud shrill and had thought it was birds until we nearly ran over a marmot. They were everywhere peeking out of their burrows, and standing up on their hind legs to sunbath and watch us. Holly and Belle were oblivious to all this. Belle preferring to roll around in any stinky, muddy, tick invested bog she finds and Holly just busy taking it easy as usual. When we reached the snow line we left the bikes and followed a stream up through the snow until eventually that disappeared beneath the snow too. With snow shoes on we headed up to the Swiss border watching and listening for avalanches, we saw four from a safe distance! The refuge and border patrol were all buried, ahead lay the Swiss Alps and Pisso Berninia at 4050 m high. We were the first people up here, we followed the road back down, the odd sign post emerging through the snow. Chunks of the road had collapsed and we thought that maybe the road is closed permanently now but next day the diggers went up to start to clear the road.
On another hike we saw marmots, deer and a golden eagle!
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