A little over two weeks ago, I went back to southern Germany for vacation. Two days in Ulm to meet up with friends, two days in Lindau/Bregenz for a half Marathon, then four days in St. Anton in Austria to trek in the Alps again, and in the end, another two days in Ulm to relax before heading back north to set off on a business trip…
Another news is that I moved into a new studio apartment at the beginning of October. After trying to live in a shared house for 5 months (with a landlord under the same roof who enjoys telling people what to do), I was more than ready to be alone again. Without the past 5 months, I wouldn’t have properly realised the importance of having one’s own private space. The day after I moved in – with still boxes and furniture pieces lying all over the floor, I immediately began drawing and writing, which didn’t even cross my mind during the time in the shared house. The fact was clear, my willingness to create something is directly proportional to the amount of freedom I have. This idea may not be understood by all, but is well understood and shared within my family. My father sent me a message that roughly translates to ‘my Queen, I congratulate you for gaining your own territory back’ 😛 Okay, sounds legit to me.
That’s enough talking. Now back on the subject of St. Anton.
My friend and I went to this lake on the second day after our arrival. The elevation was around 2100m, I guess. The way leading to this place was a constant ascending path with a descent sized valley on one side, where the Moosbach flows. After hours walking through snowy slopes and turns, we were amazed by the view in front of us. Another friend of mine captioned the picture with the name of one of Murakami’s books – Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.
It was snowing quite hard, and thanks to the off-season, none of the huts were open, nor were there signs of another traveler.
So we found a dry place under the roof of a small wooden hut, and ate our lunch facing this side of the lake. Two ice cold sandwiches, yum.
It was simply amazing to be here, to be in winter ahead of its time.
On the way to the lake. Most of the time cloudy, the sun occasionally peeked out through grey clouds.
Icicles everywhere on the rocks.
Friendly cows during our walk on the first day.
Curious about each other.
That is me on the first day. Winter has started creeping down the mountains.
View of Hohen Riffler on the third day. We were lucky to have the sun, because the wind was much stronger on this side of the mountains than the day before. I was quite physically depleted at this point, think next time I will not plan three days of trekking directly after a half Marathon… I knew it was not the best idea, but just couldn’t resist doing all the activities I love while visiting the south.
In case it is still autumn where you live, enjoy it to the fullest! This picture is from the botanical garden of Uni Ulm. I went up Eselsberg to run on the paths where I used to run the past few years. The weather was cold and grey, but it was great.