the benediktenwand

Thankfully, Mother Nature gave Bavaria the gift of sunny skies this weekend.
Weather here is pretty unpredictable-
and by pretty, I mean really.
the weather report changes every five minutes,
not.even.joking.We decided to set our alarm for 6am,
(I was not thrilled about this, but I knew it had to be done)
and see what the weather was like when we woke up.
apparently, miracles do happen,
the sun was shining!
despite the early wake up call, we had to get out of bed,
and take advantage of the beautiful day.

we filled up our bottles with water,
and were out the door by 630am.
We stopped at the local bakery,
and picked up the essentials- croissants and pretzels.
the hike just could not be done without these two things-
oh, and the cheese I had already stored in my rucksack.
rucksack=backpack
I may be learning German after all

glanced around at all the other hikers,
and discovered we were the only people drinking something other than beer.
I still don’t understand this-
10am, hiking, and a beer?
but, I then remembered I was in Germany,
and, in this case, the fiance and I were the crazy ones.We drank our coffee,
emptied our bladders,
and were on our way again.
Estimated time to the top was 90 minutes.

The hike from the hut to the top was not on a road,
but was technically easy
(as long as you don’t mind a butt blasting incline)
and we made it to the top in just under 90 minutes.

Although clouds were covering the top of some of the highest peaks,
the view was stunning,
and I was so thrilled we decided to get out of bed,
climb up this little mountain,
and experience a little part of Bavaria few people know about.

We ate our pretzels with cheese,
and enjoyed the view.
Although the Alps are not as dramatic in size compared to the Himalayas,
they are gorgeous.

 

 

 

The hike down was a bit more challanging.
I fell several times,
I am not always graceful when I hike,
and the decline was fairly steep.The fiance also noticed that he was getting blisters,
 since he was hiking in running shoes,
and not in his favorite hiking boots.
Understanding how miserable this can be,
(read part I of how I know this, here)
I suggested we hitchhike once we get to the road.
(I hate downhill hiking. HATE IT. so, I was pretty thrilled when he agreed)

This would be my first time hitchhiking,
ever
and I was pretty excited about it.
Considering we were in Bavaria,
among other hikers and mountain men,
I didn’t think it would take long to find a helpful, trusting driver.

I was right.

The first person to drive by stopped,
and offered to give us a lift,
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