It’s hard to imagine after spending this sunny Sunday in the garden, but this May Day was so chilly that we had to go get soup afterwards. The soup was delicious (French Onion, if you’re curious), but I’m okay with BBQ weather for the foreseeable future.
Contrary to today’s photo, I spent most of today outside in the sun. A walk/jog was followed by several hours sitting in the garden and reading. The thought of snow is behind us for at least a few months, and I am one hundred percent okay with that.
The colors of the Bavarian flag may be blue and white, but spend any time in the villages near the Alps and you’ll see no shortage of other hues. These one can be found on the side of a hotel in Reit im Winkl, and helped to brighten up the gray day that we had experienced on our wet spring hike. In fact, I bet there’s a warm and dry restaurant nearby that also has some colorful cake…
Since last year’s attempt at snowshoeing was in March and basically a very wet and muddy bust, we were extra determined this year. That determination did not, however, mean that we reserved a place way in advance, which meant that we ended up going to Inzell, a place we knew nothing about. Why Inzell? Well, there was an AirBnb available and it was not as insanely expensive as the rest of the options in the area. It turned out to be an excellent location though, with piles of fresh, fluffy snow everywhere.
We were joined on this excursion by my sister, fresh off her 6-week European Grand Tour. She only had a few weeks left on her tourist visa, but luckily we were able to squeeze this little extra trip in.
After a loooong drive through the Bavarian countryside, in which we turned approximately 300 times without finding a bakery*, we arrived at our destination. We weren’t staying directly in Inzell, but in a village about a kilometer away. The village was entirely compromised of these grand old Bavarian farmhouses, and we were delighted to find that ours was particularly cozy (not to mention, nearly 600 years old).
Our host was kind enough to provide us with a map after we told him of our snowshoeing plans, and assured us that we’d find more than enough possibilities nearby.
Car unloaded and nerves calmed, it was time to get our bearings. We had spotted a path and the yellow signs for hiking paths at the end of the village, and decided a walk was in order…
We’re planning on driving south next weekend to get our fix of mountains, snow, and snowshoes. Since we waited to go until March in 2017, we found less snow and more mud, but we tried to make at least a few hikes out of it. Though we still had a good time, I’m hoping this year’s trip looks less wet, and more like this…
A new year, a new round of Sunday pictures. And on an incredibly gray day in Franconia, which was preceded by several more gray days, I am in dire need of blue sky… or at least the ability to look at some, somewhere.
When a lake is as picturesque as the Weitsee…
Sunday Snapshots becomes a two-picture affair.
The first time we visited Reit im Winkl was more or less out of desperation. Since then, it’s become one of my favorite easy weekend escapes. If you want a chance of a day like this though, you had best go early in November. I just checked the village webcams and it is looking distinctly white these days…
“So anyway Sheryl, what I’m trying to say is… though I’ve enjoyed our time together, and I think you’re great of course, I’m really not sure if we’re….
can I help you, cow?”
If there was a day to get the perfect shot of the flowers at the Würzburg’s Festung Marienberg, I think we got it. I’m sure they take pretty decent care of it, but I can’t imagine it gets much better than this.
The downside of picking a major winter sports destination for your snowshoeing weekend is that the village is chock-full of people. The upside? During both of the days that we spent five or six hours tromping around on the mountains in said snowshoes, we saw two other people doing the same. Everyone else was on the ski slopes, or doing rounds on the cross country ski trails that ran through the valley below. We were 100% on our own.
Was that slightly alarming when it started snowing like crazy a few hours into a hike? (That would be blowing snow in the picture above… not smoke.) Yeah… it was. But we lived to tell the tale. Plus, there were plenty of restaurants in town open for dinner when we came back to civilization, thank goodness! A couple of hours trekking through fresh snow really works up the ol’ appetite. 🙂