My goal toady was the “Schröcken pass“ which I assumed to be directly at the name giving village of Schröcken. But arriving here after 70 km and 1300 altimeters, I had to confess I was not reading the contours properly. The actual pass was only 6km from here but 640 altimeters higher. This broke my spirit. The only open hotel at Schröcken was a huge luxury resort. The front desk manager, looking at my depleted face, offered me almost a reasonable price. So I parked my muddy bike in the garage alongside with shiny Porsches and BMWs. Following the crowds, I got soon indulged in three fancy saunas and other amenities. My justifications: a) my wife warned me not to overstretch my “biking string” and b)yes, money counts but we live only once 🙂