This
weekend has been my favorite by far. We
went to Innsbruck, Austria for a chill weekend of hiking through the wilderness
and swimming in lakes. I got our group
lost on Friday night by getting on a tram that was supposed to go toward the
university but ended up going to the garage, but all ended well. I read online that Innsbruck is a relatively
safe city to walk around in at night. We
did, however, half to walk half way across the city back to the hauptbahnhof.
We used that as a warm-up for the next day.
We stayed
in a nice hotel, nicer than anyplace I’ve stayed in Europe. After our complimentary breakfast on Saturday
morning, we took the bus to the mountain where the 1964 and 1976 winter
Olympics took place. This mountain is a
hotspot for hiking, biking, and even golfing.
Most people take the cable car up the mountain and hike down, but not
us. Being adventurous, we hiked up and
down taking our own path going where we wanted to go. Somehow, still at the bottom of the mountain,
we found ourselves in the middle of the golf course facing the driving
range. Luckily two ladies told us the
way around, and we found the Olympic bobsled run. I don’t if it is shut down or not, but there
was nobody there, and the gates were wide open.
So we went in. After exploring
the bobsled course, we hiked across the ski slopes in hopes to make it to the
chapel that was half way up. Taking
shortcuts through the wilderness, I remembered how much I loved my backpacking
trips I took when I was younger. I want
to start doing that again. After many
water and picture breaks, we made it to the chapel. Once again, surprisingly enough, there was
nobody there but the door was wide open.
So we went in. The beautiful
chapel combined with the view of the mountains around Innsbruck made this stop
quite an experience.
The map had
a picture of a cross a little ways up the mountain so we decided that would be
a great place to have lunch. Once there,
we saw the beautiful cross over looking the valley and the mountains on the other
side. There was also an elderly women
sitting under the cross who really enjoyed the little bit of German I could
speak. She couldn’t speak English,
however I knew enough German to talk to her for a little while. She told me she was eighty-six, but she did
not look it. I would have guessed low
seventies, but even then, I would still have been impressed by the shape she
was in and the fact that she was hiking on a mountain.
For the
trek down, the group split up. Rock and
I wanted to take a different longer path down, and the others wanted to take
the same path down. Rock and I were so
glad we took the long way. It was
extremely beautiful, and an easy hike.
We also got to record some fun bloggie videos.
At the
bottom of the mountain, we regrouped at a popular swimming hole. The water felt so good. It was freezing, but after a long day of
hiking, there is nothing more rewarding.
We swam, layed out, and fed the fish before catching the bus back to the
city. We ate dinner at a local Viennese
restaurant where I had the best chicken cordon bleu I have ever had the
pleasure of eating. We finished the
night off with a trip to the casino, and I left with forty extra Euro in my
pocket!