Macs Adventure, Walking

Bavaria and the Leutasch Valley

22 Jul , 2013  

Paraffin Pathfinder, 28th June 2013

Is there ever a need to make excuses to go walking in the mountains?

TrainBlurNever, and it’s such a great way to meet up and spend time with family and friends.

With Teutontic punctuality, the train slid out of Hauptbahnhof Munchen on one of the frequent ninety minute services.

Soon the foot hills of the Wetterstein Mountains flashed by effortlessly under a dreary sky – not the best light, but the new camera just had to be tested.

Garmisch-Partenkirchen, the start point of the trek around Germany’s highest mountain, the Zugspitze.

OverviewThe town’s unwieldy name arose when two villages were unified by decree of Adolf Hitler to assuage the IOC’s anxieties over the lack of local hotel rooms for the upcoming Winter Games.

The simple expediency worked and history now records the sprawling alpine resort as the host of the 1936 Winter Olympics. But is a year-round ski playground a good place for a summer hiking holiday? …oh, yes.

KlammThe next day the weather improved for the hike to Klais.

After a short bus ride to the Olympic Stadium, the first stop was  the Partnachklamm. Before it became a national monument in 1912, the gorge was used to transport timber downstream for the local community. The visitor is treated to an insight as to the hazards facing the men who risked life and limb to unlock the logjams.

From the far end of the gorge, the trail itself leads steeply up a zigzag path through the woods to the alpine meadows at  Forsthaus Graseck  where refreshment awaits the hiker after the testing gradient.

SpringBloomHere mown meadows are raked by hand and a tenacious winter reveals a late spring blooming. To the south west, tantalising views of the Zugspitze appear; snow capped in the sunshine, swathed in mystery when cloudy.

I wonder what it’s like today?  Check out the video cam.

20130630-IMG_7480Although this is definitely ski territory, the cable cars rumble throughout the green months and offer an easy way up the mountains. Nevertheless, be sure to take the Panoramweg on your way to Eckbauer and, when you’ve stomped up under your own steam, the picnic tastes sooo much better when you stop…

….here

Onward, along the Wamberg ridge overlooking Elmau, to the sleepy village of Klais where Deutsche Bahn wafts tired travellers to the first day’s end: Mittenwald. What a pretty town!

MittenwaldThe front door to the Post Hotel opens onto a pedestrian thoroughfare that feels like one, continuous cafe. Spic and span, with frescoes adorning houses and shops, this transalpine route centre is famous for its violin making as well as the through passage of Spanish gold during the Dutch War of Independence. The protestant English were known to be sympathetic towards the Dutch secessionists and the sea route to the Low Countries was  just too risky for King Philip ll of Spain, paymaster of the occupying troops.

Kafe&KuchenThe next day and in spite of a handsome breakfast…

…there still room for a little extra fuel for the road ahead.

The walk out of Mittenwald shows off its picture book character..

Each street seems like an art gallery, every wall tells a story.

Frescoe

The milky blue water of a glacial stream beckons the walker through pastoral scenery to the entrance of the Leutasch Klamm.  Oh really? Yawn, another gorge, as good as yesterday’s?

StatsGrenzeAbsolutely! The side trip to the water fall incurs a minor extra cost and involves a border crossing into Austria but the locals are very friendly and there’s not a customs officer in sight.

Entrance to the gorge is free, at least from the bottom, and the trekker heads upward on the now familiar zigzag paths.

Perhaps the strawberry gateau wasn’t such a great idea, but soon you look down on the waterfall below and the beautifully engineered elevated walkway stretches in front of you.

There are two kilometres of dizzy views to enjoy.

Leutaschklamm
Eventually you reach the floor of the Leutasch Valley where the walking is easy along the even, gravelled track  next to the crystal clear stream.

But the vistas!Leautasch There’s no way this mediocre photographer could fit it all in.

RossHutte2The village of Weidach was a double night stop with an easy half day walk to Seefeld planned. However, our cheery and knowledgable hostess at the Hotel Garni Weidacherhof  had a shrewd eye for those inclined for something a little more adventurous. If the weather is good and you are in Seefeld anyway, why not try the High Route to the Nordlinger Hut? Well, we went to Seefeld, the weather was good and we did try it!

The view from the top of the ReitherSpitze, 2373m….  clic to start the movie!

Wobbly video? Yeah, sorry, but I sorta felt the need to hold on. This side trip was not on the itinerary and the last climb is a bit tougher than moderate but a ride on the cable car and the hike up to Seefelder Spitze, 2220m, is a great day out for anyone.

SeefelderSpitze

The route up to Seefelder Spitze, an easy path all the way to the cross at the top.

ApresClimbBack at the Weidacherhof, the aprés climb was sweet. Within an hour of returning, the heavens opened and a cloudburst bounced rain onto the roads as high as the hubcaps and our ever accommodating hostess drove us to a right royal meal at a family run local restaurant, Gasthof Kuehtaierhof . Fresh trout, Forelle Müllerin, with greens and potatoes just out of the ground, washed down with an amber helles bier and followed by home made ice cream. Ahhh, what a day.

UnknownSkierOn passing the unknown skier, Wiedach was left behind as the minibus sped to the head of the Gaistal Valley. The widely read German novelist and playwright, Ludwig Ganghofer, worked in and wrote much about this region. Despite his popularity, his nationalistic jingoism  during the war years of 1915-17 attracted criticism from within his own country. Today’s visitors have long departed from his ideals but follow his footsteps along the Ganghoferweg to Ehrwald.

The camera groaned as it struggled to encompass the views.

BigScenery
BootsPeace and tranquility were the order of today and the trails belonged to us. Yet a gasthof with coffee was never far away, and it was easy to imagine that the proprietors of the Gaistalalm could have been walkers who just hung up their boots and said, “Why go further?”

Steadily the road to the cable car at Erhwalder Alm climbed through the fir trees, away from the main track, cutting across fast running rivulets racing to join the Leutascher Ache flowing down to the gorge at Mittenwald.

Before boarding the gondola to Erhwald, there was a last taste of the sights and sounds of the alpine meadow as the weather began to close in.

CowBells… ( turn up the sound )

Finally, after four days walking around the Zugspitze, we catch our first full view of it.

ZugspitzeThe streets of Erhwald are still glistening with moisture after a brief but ferocious shower while the sunset crowns the peak with gold. A timely reminder of the fickle nature of mountain weather.

Last day today.

FishBonesThe trail leads out of the quiet town and slants up the forested flank of  the King of the Wetterstein, towards the German border and Garmisch-Partenkirchen. The damp air of the previous evening hangs around and it is wet under foot. It feels great to be alive. En route there is the odd surprise.
A huge plate of fish bones, breakfast for a giant perhaps?

The thought of food is a reminder of our own needs. Well, yes, we did have breakfast but all this fresh air does stimulate the appetite.

Out of the forest pops the Hochthorle Hutte and sustenance is at hand.

KaiserschmarrnOne Kaiserschmarrn,  (pancake with home made apple puree and raspberries) please, and three spoons! Hot off the griddle. Hmmmm.

The trail leads on over the toes of the Zugspitze and the surface leaves the forest track  to crumble into rocky pathway. Dropping downhill through dense woods, there is another border crossing. No fuss, no formality, no customs officer – and you are back in Germany. Sometimes the stainless steel tubes of the snow cannon stand on guard as the trail leads you across green ski pistes.

The walker almost stumbles upon the large expanse of the Eibsee and its smaller siblings; Frillensee, Braxensee and Untersee.

Eibsee The hues of green and blue are dazzling and whilst the Eibsee claims the crown for its size…

…it is perhaps the Untersee that best displays the water’s true clarity. Even on a dull day, it leaves a lasting impression.

What is now a major tourist attraction languished undisturbed until 1884 when it was bought by an enterprising businessman. The Second World War interrupted the lake’s development but what was once dubbed the “gypsy puddle” by the locals has hosted religious and political leaders, foreign statesmen and media celebrities.

A ride on the funicular completes the circle round the Zugspitze back at Garmisch Partenkirchen. Smoothly the Deutsche Bahn train powered us back to Munich and the flight home to London.

Already the memories linger on the high points of the walk, drifting amongst the grand peaks like the gathering clouds between the mountains.

 

 

 

 

Danke, Macs Adventure, hatten wir viel Spaß!

Happy Hiking, Walkers.

ParaffinPathfinder

 

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