The arrival of early summer in the Upper Engadin was an intoxicating sensory symphony of vibrant color, crystalline water, and pristine mountain air. High above the timberline, the colossal granite spires of Piz Nair and Piz Bernina shed their icy winter mantles, revealing rugged walls of dark gneiss and pink granite. Roaring alpine streams tumbled down the rocky ravines, feeding the turquoise expanse of Lake St. Moritz and Lake Silvaplana…
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