|One of the many rock piles made by hikers.|
Hiking up mountains is very healthy. It's actually one of the healthiest pastimes one can have besides sipping wine. Hiking down mountains is just stupid. It's hard on your knees, your ankles and your last nerves. Our second day of hiking in South Tyrol was not a happy one. OK, half the day was happy; half the day was OW OW OW OW OW.
The way we usually roll: we hike up a mountain that has a lift to take us back to the valley. Many of the peaks in South Tyrol have these, so null problema, si? On Day 2 I left the planning up to Andrew the mountain goat breeder. Actually I always leave the planning up to Andrew the mountain goat breeder. Andy, well, he screwed it up on Day 2. The supposedly wondrously steep and grueling trail he'd picked out was closed, so we had to go with Plan B, whatever that was. I'm just the guy singing with Maroon 5's "Payphone" in the passenger's seat.
Day 2 might change my perspective on who controls the route. We ended up starting at the Hochmuth station above Dorf Tirol. We've been there before, and we've hiked in the Texel mountains group. I was not deterred in any way. I love the Hütte at Hochmuth. They have a great salad there. OK, I'm a simple guy.
|The last few meters.|
Of course we made it to the peak with little difficulty. It's not Everest. The peaks in South Tyrol--and in the region generally--have crosses, although I think there's one that has a Buddha. The peak above Hochmuth is a pile of enormous rocks. Really. Just a big pile of rocks with a cross stuck in the middle. When we got there, there were three hikers writing in the book that hangs from the cross. What do people write in these books? I've never been inspired to do this.
|OK, actually this is the last few meters.|
"We could go down that way." Andrew the mountain goat breeder pointed to what looked like a sheer drop through the rocks but was actually a path (for mountain goats I assumed). "It leads back to Hochmuth."
"How many hours?" I asked. "And how much would we have to walk downhill?"
"About three hours. I don't think it's so steep."
I looked down through the fissure in the rocks. "Heh?"
"Well, after that bit." He pointed to the path in the distance. It did seem to level out. There were a couple of hikers approaching the peak from that side.
"I'm game." Why am I always game? I should change this aspect of my personality.
There were rewards. The descent wasn't so difficult. After a while we came to an enormous rock, and when I say enormous, I mean the size of a cathedral. I didn't take pictures of it because we were teetering around it holding on to a metal cable. But take my word for it: them hills are big. We were having a lovely time.
|Do not eat this.|
Day 3 next time.
I must be off,
DAY ONE of Hiking in South Tyrol