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A Path to Cappuccino…and Lunch

18 Sep

18 September 2025

A freshly made cappuccino in a ceramic cup in the middle of forested mountains, above a rushing river, at 5856 feet above sea level. What’s not to love?

Today is our third full day of a 6-week trip. First stop, Samedan, Switzerland, which will have many of you powering up Google Maps to figure out where-in-Hell are they now?

Jet lag is still present, but the fog is clearing by the day. Flatlander legs (Forest Grove is at 210 feet and flat as a crepe) are adjusting to hills and sea level lungs are slowly adapting to mile-plus-high altitude. We are sleeping at 5650 feet!

But first an aside: you are likely wondering where I have been since my April 27 post about a trip we were about to take. For reasons I will not go into, that trip never happened. Rest assured, all is well at Casa Barton. Last spring’s trip will be a 2026 event.

Our trips largely consist of meals strung together by long walks. We call them “Paths to Lunch.” Today it was a path to cappuccino with a lunch at trail’s end. Try to do that in the United States.

The hike yesterday, Day 2, was near the Swiss National Park or Parc Naziunal Svizzer in the local dialect of Rhaeto-Romansh. We are in the Engadine region of the Canton of Graubünden in the southeast part of the country. St. Moritz may ring a bell, the glitzy resort town known as the birthplace of alpine tourism and featured in some James Bond films as well as many others. Engadine or Engadin means “Valley of the En” and the “En” river is perhaps better known outside the region as the “Inn,” the very one that runs through Innsbruck, Austria.

This is not high season and Samedan is not a major tourist destination at least outside of ski season, so we are finding it peaceful and uncrowded. Mostly Swiss traveling about. Previously we spent 2 weeks in nearby Pontresina, which we enjoyed very much, but Pontresina is a hot bed of tourism versus Samedan. This is a more local experience.

Our modest day 2 hike was started at the last bus stop whose route took us through tiny villages, past grazing sheep and cows, and into dense forest. There were no personal vehicles allowed past this point. To get to the National Park you traverse the area on foot at this location. Or take the “tourist shuttle.” We hoofed it through the forest above the rushing Ova da Varusch to the aptly named Parkhütte Varusch. Here we indulged in a late morning perfect cappuccino at the midway point of our 90-minute hike. Sheer bliss. We encountered very few people with our early start (on the trail by 9:15) and were the first customers at the hütte. The hike requires no special equipment save sturdy shoes as the first half of the trail has plenty of roots and rocks and wet places. The forest is pristine; there are no sounds of traffic unless a plane flies over. We didn’t even hear anyone talking. Just the rushing river which must be a sight to see during spring melt.

Laurel above the river in the forest; A perspective on the river with the easy-hiker road below; The easy road back; Ric at the coffee stop; The Tourist Shuttle.

Thus refreshed, we took the ultimate easy-hiker route down a road that the shuttle runs on. Many cyclists were using it to go up the valley and a fair number of walkers chose the groomed route as well.

Arriving back at the start, the 11:08 bus had left 5 minutes prior and the next one was not until 12:15. Time for an early lunch break! Does it get any better than a path to cappuccino and lunch?

Today, we hiked to a fabulous glacier view at Morteratsch. This was at >6300 feet. Color us tired!

Spring travel

27 Apr

27 April 2025.

It has been quiet on the Girovaga front for many weeks. I see I last posted in February to announce the 2025 editions of our books. Recently I was asked if there was a problem with the blog since a friend hadn’t seen anything lately, so I guess it is time to shake off the dust and revive this thing.

The daffodils have faded and all that remains are the green stems feeding the bulbs for their off-season dormancy and tulips came and went too quickly but in oh-so-stunning display! Flowering trees are giving way to leafy canopies while drifts of pink and white petals color the streets too briefly. The azaleas are gaudily brilliant with rhododendrons coming on strong. Vineyards are in bud, tomato plants cautiously set out, and from gardeners-to-farmers-to-vignerons, fingers are crossed against a late-season frost.

Sleeping with the window open in this rare time when we need neither furnace nor A/C is a treat. Molly and Sven certainly think so. The other night I heard three large flocks of geese passing in the wee hours. Life goes on.

It is mid-spring in the Willamette Valley and the surest sign to me that summer approaches is the appearance of baby waterfowl. We spotted the first ducklings last Monday (could they even have been 24 hours old?) at Fernhill Wetlands and at least three families of geese delighted our walk on Wednesday at Dawson Creek. Makes me smile every time and we take photos of them paddling after dad with mom as rear guard.

As to travel, May will find us wandering in Yorkshire and Ireland. You may recall, if you’ve been reading along for some time, that we planned to go to Ireland in 2023 but mid-trip we took a detour (See Why we are in Switzerland and not Ireland). This year we are resurrecting that itinerary with a week in Yorkshire as a pre-amble with a plan to do with some coastal and countryside walking. We’ll meet my brother and SIL in Dublin for a two-week road-trip mid-month.

We hope you’ll follow along the next three weeks and see what we can find to entertain ourselves. Perhaps there will be goslings and ducklings and surely lambs!