The ski resort on Zugspitze, Germany's highest mountain.
On a cold January day I can't think of anything better to do than revisit Bavaria in August. I never got around to posting photos from that trip, which was a particularly photogenic holiday. Now the dry ski slopes we walked across are filled with skiers and canyons of snow, and the beautiful lake we hiked around is probably frozen. But in my mind it will always be warm and sunny with bright blue skies and dark green forests.
The trip up Zugspitze was particularly challenging for me, since I'm deathly afraid of heights. I didn't realize how it would affect me until we reached the summit; I usually associate my fear with airplanes and tall buildings. But the highest mountain in Germany is pretty scary too, especially when you're outside. In fact, I could barely bring myself to look at the photos. They really are spectacular, however, though I didn't take them—I couldn't do anything but stand facing a wall of souvenirs, trying to control my lurching stomach.
I enjoyed the lower altitudes much more, especially our hike around Lake Eibsee. If this isn't the most beautiful lake in Europe, I'll eat my Obama cap.
Another reason I never wrote about the trip was because there were several puzzles I never solved. What are the painted houses called? What were those empty wooden huts in the fields used for?
You can see the photos here. One of these days I'll get around to creating an album of my Luxembourg photos too. Winter days are great for catching up with all the fun I packed into the short summer—although the sight of that blue sky is making me want to plan a journey somewhere to the southern hemisphere.
