When you stay at a hut, you sleep in close quarters in a room with lots of other people, regardless of age or sex. Our room had four bunk beds jammed up next to one another. Fortunately, there was only one other person sharing our room, and he was not a snorer. So William and I slept great!
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Early in the morning some hunters brought
a fresh kill to the hut, most likely one of the chamois
we saw the day before. William was fascinated by the head. | | | |
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Before we left the hut, William and I scrambled up a neighboring peak to gain some views.
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| Our hut, the Admonter Haus, originally built in 1894. |
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Notice the erosion;
the path sank deeper than William's height. |
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| An incredibly clear day... |
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| ...where you could see the Dachstein glacier in the distance... |
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| ...and even Großglockner! |
I decided on this next day that we would not attempt the same route down. It probably would have taken 9 hours and would have been decidedly more dangerous than the ascent. The pictures do not capture how tricky the trail was. Our hut guardian found a taxi service just for people who stay in huts. At the end of our 3-hour descent, it would take us 30 minutes around the mountain to our car.
When people in the States learn that I live in Austria, many of them start singing, "the hills are alive with the sound of music;" they think of the idyllic images from that movie, not realizing that Salzburg is
very different than Vienna.
Well, this wasn't Salzburg, but Styria is just as arresting, and once or twice on the descent I had that song haunting my head!
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| The hut guardians, Daniel and Daniela |
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| Did I mention how proud I was of my William? What a great trip for father and son! |
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beautiful pictures!!
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