The oldest dairy Alm in Europe. A favorite wander. And cows!
AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” was playing in the Kid’s Section of our resort when we sat for breakfast, true story.
Indulging our Senior Foxhound with a roll from breakfast.
The alpine village Eng Alm was our destination, the largest, and oldest, mountain dairy Alm in Europe; and surrounded on three sides by the Karwendel Range. Though there is but one way in, and but one way out, the route is captivating in all directions.
Not Pantone Limestone, Alpine Limestone.
2.000 Maple trees, some of them nearly 600 years old.
From the literal end of the road the hike into the Alm is a pleasant thirty minutes or so, longer if one’s four-pawed travel companion needs to splash about in the stream.
Some of the cottages can be reserved for hiking holidays. I know which one I would want to stay in.
At the Hütte, Käsespaetzle with Enger Alm cheese for lunch. What else?
On the return, alpine eye candy in reverse.
What remained of the afternoon was devoted to the sauna and the pool; mostly the pool, however, because while we are completely comfortable with nudity in the sauna, we are not so comfortable with parents who felt it appropriate for their children to be in the sauna area despite the age restriction in place. But that was probably TMI…
Dinner was fresh caught whole Forelle. Dessert was “Wiener Eiskaffee.”
For our final day in Seefeld we took a familiar and much enjoyed wander. The Bergbahnen Rosshütte takes hikers 1760m above the plateau; from there a particularly enjoyable 10km wander brings one back into Seefeld.
The lake in the photo is the water source for generating snow on the slopes in the winter.
The view at lake level.
Reaching Hochegg Alm required navigating around a little traffic, much to my delight.
Papa Cow keeps a watchful eye.
And with this wander our specfabular holiday in Seefeld came to its close. By the numbers, we hiked 38km, walked roughly 48.500 steps and climbed up and down 44 floors. In Austrian circles these numbers are laughable, but then again, we’re not Austrian.
Good Night, Hohe Mund.