A few miles up the road from his old home at the Trostburg, a castle that lies on a hillside across the river from the probable landings of Walther von der Vogelweide, was this premium example of a Wolkenstein – translation: Cloud-Stone.
Like the volcanoes of the Pacific Islands, the stone massif reaches up and draws in clouds and creates weather. There’s a reason they call a “sky-scraper” such a thing, vastly older than timber, stone, or steel buildings are the mountains of the world that hold up the sky.
The Dolomites are just freaking incredible, and this filled my helmet with giddy laughter.
I think I’ll go for a bike ride now.