The swooning continues in a different region of Tirol.

This having been our fourth visit to Seefeld we decided to sample a new region for the remainder of the week. There is no shortage of dramatic, Instagrammable, or otherwise spectacular destinations from which to choose in Tirol, but in the end the Ötztal marketing team had won us over. From my newsfeeds:

“A valley of superlatives!”

“According to an old legend the people from Ötztal queued twice when God distributed scenic beauty.”

“A truly breathtaking mountain panorama right from your accommodation’s doorstep.”

On Thursday we departed Seefeld and the Inntal to settle in to the Ötztal for three nights. The Ötztal more or less ends at the border with Italy; there is an old smugglers road, now the Timmelsjoch Alpenstraße that connects the countries. We did not make time for the drive, alas. We shall just have to return.

En route to our resort we stopped in the valley to wander around Piburgersee. The lake is a (deep) ravine that runs parallel to the valley, and its trail is nicely shaded by evergreen trees and cooled by the mossy rocks.

Barely a 500 meter approach to the lake, but if there is a water entrance…

At the entrance to the lake path is a Gasthof (isn’t there always?) and we sat for lunch on the shaded terrace. I walked inside for the WC and encountered a wild kingdom! How I love the Alps.

The balance of this transition day involved checking in, reviewing the dinner menu (Half Board again…) and investigating the pool at our new place. Holidaying is not for the meek.  Our resort in the Ötztal was equally as impressive as in Seefeld, and to our great pleasure the dining room was decidedly more casual; we could ditch the dress clothes for Bermuda shorts and sundresses.

Veal wrapped in Potato and Leek, with Asparagus Soufflé.

Much decision-making occupied us after dinner while watching the sun set from our balcony. After my Zugspitze fail of being terrified of glass-panorama cable cars in June I decided that I would face my fear on this holiday. Seven summer mountain lifts in the Ötztal take happy wanderers (and scaredy-cats like me) up as high as 3.040m; into which one would I climb the following morning?