After getting over the initial shock that I got hurt within sight of our destination, I relaxed and started to enjoy life at the Hütte. A little information: in the late spring/early summer in Austria, some farmers drive their cows up into high mountain pastures. This movement of livestock is referred to as
transhumance, or Almwirtshaft. During the summer months, the farmers stay in the cabins and tend to their livestock. Since farmers only tend to stay in the Hütten during the warmer months, some of the key comforts of home are absent, including running water, a furnace, and (sadly) indoor plumbing. This particular Hütte is no longer used for Almwirtshaft; it's now used as
a weekend retreat after one of Johannes' uncles restored it.
Ben buried some of our perishables in the snow.
The views at the Hütte were absolutely beautiful and unlike anything I've ever seen.
From the balcony of the cabin, you can see the glacier, another cabin, and the remnants of a lost cabin.
The
Grimming.
Here are my winnings from our never-ending game of poker: pocket change, tooth picks, and match sticks.
On the second day, we rested enough to make the trek to the summit of Kampl. We signed the book before Johannes and Ben went sledding. When faced with a snowy hill, you're never too old...
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