Wörgl to Innsbruck was another magical ride. It had stormed during the night and we were assured of a nice day (by the NY German couple) but within 5 minutes of leaving it started raining and quickly turned into a downpour. We hid under an overhang until the worst was over, then put on our windbreakers and rode on.

The first half hour we followed the main road from Kitzbühl to Innsbruck, after which we split off and stayed on smaller roads to the north of the main road. They were slightly hillier, but beautiful, winding their ways through the small town centers. The scenery has remained distinctly Alpine, often including corn fields, pine trees and jagged mountains. The cloudbursts moved in and out, but they were small and we could usually see to the edges of them and ride them out. They wouldn't follow, because we were rolling.

Tried to get some cheese in Münster; the markets were all closed. Finally settled for lunch in Jenbach, "No Münster," they said with a harrumph. Too hungry when shopping: introduced Rony to delights of Nutella, got fruit, chocolate cookies, M&M's, concentrated milk, etc. Didn't come close to finishing it all, as we sat, unable to dodge the drops, by a small creek and a 50% sale Jenbach. But the rain was over for the day. We went back to our winding roads, through corn, through wheat, dodging tractors on their home turf, and even through an unpaved section (the woman said, "Yes, this road passes through to Mills") without ever losing our way. Shortly thereafter, the towns began getting uglier, apartment buildings, wide roads, no fields... we were getting close to Innsbruck - a city - and we didn't like it. Crowded streets, traffic, high prices, and tourists didn't seem like what we were riding for. But we got into the city, checked into the youth hostel, took our showers and were ready to brave its complexities. Took an evening walk, had a light dinner and a little Coleridge and to bed. His poetry and philosophy are quite well aligned with mine, I'm going to study him closely.