I arrived in Innsbruck in the afternoon. i wandered the city for a while trying to find the gummy bear place i'd heard about but i didn't have any luck. Even now, searching the internet it wasn't easy to find. I did, however, find an illustrated map of Innsbruck that showed me the crazy mountains separating me from Munich. I was able to find a decent route to take, but there was no reasonable way to avoid the mountains entirely. (
https://goo.gl/maps/T7Gm7)
After the initial climb it'd be downhill the entire way!
I wasn't going to have time to do the whole ride in what was left of the day so i needed to find somewhere to sleep for the night. I followed a bike trail out of Innsbruck and just outside the city it passed through a wooded area.
Between the river and road to the north you can see a line in the trees. My initial plan was to walk north of the trail and sleep in the woods. I still had a couple hours of daylight to kill before i'd be able to fall asleep so while i was sitting next to some tree i saw a guy walk by on the trail. I guess i wasn't very well hidden because he stared at me as he walked by. A few minutes later he passed again going the other direction. I don't know why he cared but it made me pretty uncomfortable so i get back on the bike and rode away. Very soon after i passed a big open field on my left. You can see it clearly in the map, just next to the river. I don't know why i thought this field would be any safer. It did have some sort of tall grass, and i guess i thought i could hide from people passing by on the trail.
I'm not sure anyone from the trail ever saw me, but that field was not as secluded as i thought. Not long after laying out my bivy sack in the eastern side of the field i saw a person emerge from the trees to the south. The woman came out of the trees, walked left along the treeline, and disappeared back into the trees. I think she may have noticed me and my bright red bivy sack. Oh, and she had no clothes on. A few minutes later a nude man followed her. In the next 30 minutes or so 2 or 3 other people passed through the field. No one ever really acknowledged me so i figured if i didn't bother them, they wouldn't bother me. I have no idea what those naked people were doing. Most likely they were just enjoying the river but i have no idea where they went in the woods to the west (to a campsite?).
After the naked people the night passed uneventfully. i got up the next morning and started riding. The beginning was awful. Well, the first 3 or 4 miles were fine. Then i hit the hill. A 2000 ft. elevation gain in 5 miles, with an elephant load of gear. It was slow going. Some parts were so steep i couldn't turn the pedals in the easiest gear so i had to get off and walk. I kept moving and eventually reached the top and the rest of the 90 mile ride was a breeze. At least, it was until just outside of Munich. Somewhere just a bit outside the city i got a flat. By this point i had been riding for hours so i took the opportunity to take a riding break and just walked the bike for a while.
I was in the outskirts of the city when i needed to start thinking about a place to sleep. I was riding on a bike path through a somewhat residential area. It seemed like a path that local people use for nightly exercise. It had benches every once in a while. My plan was to just sit down and pass time with a book until it get dark enough to pull out the sleeping bag and spend the night on the bench. Many people passed by before it got dark, but eventually i was left alone. Perhaps it had something to do with the loud, echoing claps of thunder in the distance.
I didn't mention that back in Bregenz during the Gymnaestrada i was sleeping in a school with the rest of my team and a number of their parents. The organizers separated the boys and girls so all 20 guys (ages 14 to 60 something) were together in one classroom. Several of the dads must have been world-class snorers. The hard walls and floors helped amplify and echo the snores and there was no place on the entire floor that was quiet. The first couple nights, before we convinced the organizers to let us sleep elsewhere, were among the worst nights i've ever experienced. I bring this up because the night i spent outside Munich was even worse.