Each of us, alone (mostly) made our way through a long journey to the final road leading to our destination, in midsummer.

The Way was often precarious, ill marked, and even at this time of year, still snow covered.  On foot, this was an arduous journey.

Off to our left, as we climbed and climbed, the view was beautiful, stunning even.  Although it made us wonder about our ability to get supplies in in winter.  Luckily, the waterfall on the cliff provides a nearby and year round source of fresh water.

Finally, we came to an imposing, if somewhat derelict south facing wall.  We went right, past the wall, and through the broken gate of the structure.

Inside, we were somewhat dismayed.  Certainly this was a once great castle.  But now it was little more than a ruin.  Alas, we had no options really.  We needed to get this, this, thing! ready for winter!  At least the central keep seems to be in decent shape.

Looking back down the gorge, we could see the river in the distance. Miles beyond, but out of view, was the burgeoning town of Chur.

Above us the mountain looms majestically.  We took a walk up the hill to the nearby plateau.

Where were delighted to find plentiful game.  A ready source of food for the coming months, and parchment for our books!

Beyond the plateau, the mountains continue on, seemingly forever.

Returning to the castle, we realize we may have a good site after all, and perhaps even a defensible one.