We traveled to Bavaria for a very special event, one I must absorb and turn over in my mind before I write about it. As part of that voyage back in history, we spent four days in the Bavarian Alps. Here’s a short photo journal of that trip.
|Ye Old Violin Shoppe|
One day the other people in our party went on a hike and I remained behind. For lunch, I sat outside, eating venison goulash with cranberries and dumpling and drinking apfel schorle. This is the view of Alpspitze from my table. The mountain felt so close I thought I might be able to reach out and flick the few wispy clouds off its shoulder. I resisted the urge as I was afraid it might break the magic of the moment.
|Alpspitze in Untergrainau|
We made a trip to the top of Zugspitze, the tallest peak in Germany. A cable takes you straight up the side of the mountain, and I do mean straight. Then we came down the mountain on a cogwheel train that wended its way downhill through a long tunnel. German engineers are fearless.
The route up on the cable car is shown on this map--the red line that goes straight up the mountain.
Here is a look back at the cables we took up the mountain, gleaming in the sun.
For someone who’s squeamish about heights and tunnels, it was a feat of courage. But, oh, it was worth it!
|Alps from the Top of Zugspitze|
|Alps from the Austrian Side|
We spent several days with a group of people from all over the world and stayed in an ancestral home called Huegel am Weg (literally: Hill on the Way). This a view from our window.
The Bavarian Alps are not complete without a trip to Mad Ludwig’s Castle.
Can everyone say “Disneyland?”