Piz Quattervals}

This is the report of my trip of Friday, October 14, 1994. It was the last day of our vacation in the Engadin valley which we again spent at the hotel Il Fuorn at the Ofenpass, following an old family tradition. This time we formed a rather small group of four including my sister and my mother's youngest sister. They are good hikers but still did not always feel like joining me on big hikes. On the preceding days I had done a few tough trips on my own; therefore I felt pretty confident about my condition. Since the weather was still like a dream I decided to tackle Piz (pronounced pits) Quattervals, a peak of 3165 meters of altitude in a rather remote region of the Swiss National Park. I had been in the area before, and I knew it was going to be tough.