Talking To Myself...
Armed with a Diet Coke, a liter of water and a fresh almond croissant, I board the train, select a seat and settle in for my 2 hour ride down to Mittenwald. I'm hiking today. Not 100% sure what route I will take, I'm hoping a sign will direct me once I arrive. Bob would hate that I'm not prepared. He has to have a plan, a legit destination with directions. I do have a plan, it's called winging it. I just want to be in the mountains. I just want to be someplace green where the air is crisp. I want my heart and lungs to work today.
We're passing through Starnberg, I don't even have to see the lake to know, the mansions tell me so. If I were a mansion owner, I'd be ticked off the train comes so near my house.
Admittedly, Diet Coke and an almond croissant aren't the ideal way to start your day, but I already had breakfast-- chocolate granola mixed with fitness flakes and low fat milk. I almost passed the croissant altogether but I need a couple of napkins for the inevitability that I will have to tinkle in the forest and this provides the perfect excuse.
The man sitting across from me just pulled out a map, he's going cycling as evidenced by the biker shorts he's wearing. He studies the map. Maybe I need a map. Dang it, why did I get rid of all our maps when we left Germany. Maybe I will buy a map when I get to Mittenwald. Dang Germans, always so prepared and now I'm not feeling so confident.
We are passing through quaint villages now. The undulating hills and yellow rapeseed fields make my heart happy. More fields with wooden sheds in the middle. I've never understood this. Why is there a shed in the middle of a green field. It's not for animals, I've never seen an animal in one of these sheds.
Aww, the mountains have come into view. They are snow capped. I hope I'm warm enough.
My biker must be getting off at the next stop, he's pulled out his sun cream and is applying it liberally over his body. Dang it, I didn't bring sunscreen. My face is going to get burned. I used to not worry so much about sunscreen but I've begun to get sunspots.
We are passing through Eschenlohe now. This brings back fond memories. A terrible traffic jam into Garmisch prompted us to exit the freeway and hike in these hills. We ran into families bringing their cows out of the mountains. This celebration, at the end of summer is called viehscheid.
The mountains are gorgeous and green.
I'm wearing tennis shoes. Who hikes in tennis shoes. I'm irritated bc I have hiking sandals at home but I didn't wear them for fear of cold. It's warmer than weather channel said it would be.
We're pulling into the station now. Everyone is standing up, pulling on their day packs and grabbing their poles. Everyone looks "official." The Deuter backpack, Mammoth rain jacket, hankerchief around the neck and proper footwear--NOT NEON GREEN NIKE RUNNING SHOES. They all look like they know where they are going. Perhaps I'll just follow this father/son team.
On second thought, I'll pop into the tourist information center and get guidance from them.
Armed with a plan (and a map) I am off. Gosh, these mountains are gorgeous!
This is why I wasn't worried about having a route beforehand!