We had to be out of the rental by 7 am for the 1.5 hour drive to Tre Cime—Three Peaks.
Chris did his research and got us a reservation for parking six weeks ago. If you did not have a reservation, you had to either arrive very early or take a shuttle transfer to the national park. The reservation was purchased for a specific time, but you had any time with the 12 hours after to enter the park.
We parked, made a stop at toilet (a squatty potty I might add—meaning you squat over a porcelain hole in the ground and paid 1 euro for the privilege!), grabbed croissants from the cafe, and began our hike.
We passed by a chapel, lots of hikers, cows, a little boy stacking rocks and getting frustrated in the process, and finally reached the far side of Tre Cime—Three Peaks—one of the most popular mountain groups in the Italian Alps.
At the end of the day, we would have walked an entire circuit around Tre Cime in just under 6 hours with 3,407 feet of elevation gain over 9.2 miles.
There are two trails in the photo below. Most people take the lower trail in the middle of the pic. We followed the upper trail on the left side of the pic.
Thus far we have hiked some fairly doable mountain trails that skirted around the side of the mountain. This one, though only 1.5 to 2 feet wide, was okay…until it wasn’t.
The path was destroyed after a rock slide. People had created five sketchy looking footholds along the side of the mountain with no apparent security to keep them from falling away as you walked across them. I was not anxious to cross.
Chris climbed down the rock slide a but to see if it was possible for us to just follow it down to the road. It wasn’t. The option was to turn around or take five steps of faith. Another couple had passed us earlier and had apparently made it across the five steps.
There was a German father and son behind us. The son was okay to make this passage, but the dad was more than willing to turn around a go back. I said lots of prayers and stepped. I don’t know how these steps managed to keep their structural integrity but I was so very grateful that they did.
Of course, Chris said he wasn’t scared at all, but I felt as though I had just averted death. Whew.
We stopped at a tunnel in the hillside before finally reaching the Rifugio Dreizinnenhütte. I was happy to take a break and rest a bit.
There were two lakes on the other side of the mountain we had just skirted around. We walked down to them and then found a trail to skirt around yet another mountain.
The hike back out of the area was up and up and up. So challenging. We were grateful to be done.
We had debated going to Lago di Braies, a popular lake that you also had to have reservations for, but it was an hour and a half away. Chris found a lake nearby and we stopped there instead. We walked a bit around the lake and then soaked our feet in the cold water of the lake. I’m not usually one who loves plunging my feet in cold water, but this felt good on my tired and weary feet.
We tried to find a place to eat in Toblach nearby, but the places we stopped at required reservations. We started driving back toward Colle Santa Lucia and finally found a place called Koriander. It was…meh. We did not see one fast food restaurant in any of the places in the Dolomites.