a foggy, rainy day in the Chiemgauer Alpen
One of Dub’s friends back from small town Ontario has been living in Vienna for 6 years (but has recently decided to pack his bags and join us in Munich!). And though Vienna lies in the “mountain country” Austria, there isn’t much easily accessible mountain hiking around that city. So when another lad from the small-town-Ontario gang stopped by Munich, too, we headed south to breath some good old Alpine air.
And indeed we breathed heavily, panting and sweating, but the alpine flair we hoped would help convince Vienna lad to move to our side of the Alps fell short. Where there’s usually stunning views across the Chiemgau with the “Bayerisches Meer” Chiemsee and its islands and gently rolling green hills, we saw fog. Lots of fog. At times we almost lost sight of the rest of our group.
The initial ascent took us quite a bit longer than anticipated and once we reached the fork for the peak we were drenched from sweat and humidity. None of us felt like taking the chance that the final climb to the peak would take 1,5 hours instead of the posted 40 minutes just to end up seeing – nothing but fog. So instead we took the low road: an even traverse through open meadows and sparse forests. While the Sonnenalm failed to keep the promise its name gives (“sunny/sun alp”), we opted for the much cosier Möslarnalm, a tiny chalet where we managed to grab the last spots before hords of wet and cold hikers were turned down because there wasn’t even enough space left to somehow squeeze in.
While we did manage to grab the last seats, we missed out on the Almkassuppn, a hearty soup made from mature, alpine-style cheese. And adding to our empty stomachs’ misery the group in front of us in line snatched up the last pieces of Käsekuchen (cheesecake). All we were left with in the sweet department was buttermilk cake – which turned out to be one of the most delicious cakes we’ve ever had (possibly partially due to how hungry, cold and desperate we were).