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Hut to hut: Hiking in Salzburgerland

hiking in salzburgerland

When most individuals consider Salzburgerland’s well-known Alpine surroundings, they consider ski slopes and powder-white snow. A skier’s dream in winter, this panorama transforms right into a hiker’s paradise come spring, when only a meringue-crumble of snow stays on the very best peaks. Emerald slopes carpeted with bluebells and edelweiss seem, crisscrossed with strolling trails that may be visited proper by way of to autumn.

Regardless of being phenomenally fairly, and beneath a 30-minute-drive south of Salzburg Airport, Salzburgerland’s mountaineering trails stay beneath the radar. On a four-day go to, I determine to dip my boot-clad toes into two of its highlights, native guides in tow.

I first take in a portion of the picturesque 217-mile Salzburger Almenweg in Grossarltal, mountaineering hut to hut (there are 40 right here), then two days trail-wandering in the close by Gastein Valley. In Grossarltal we move ruddy-cheeked locals, and hyperactive mountain goats butting heads, and alternate brisk, up-and-down walks by way of valleys with stops at family-run mountain huts, the place, generations of weary-limbed hikers have fuelled up on do-it-yourself speck and cheese plates.

Earlier than bedding down for the night time at a country dorm room in a hut on the chalet-style Ellmau Alm, we watch the solar slipping down behind fog-swathed peaks.

The hospitality of the hosts — some sporting conventional lederhosen and dirndls — is as fulsome because the crystal-clear streams that rush down the mountainsides.

Right here there are people who’ve lived off the land for generations, making top-notch produce lengthy earlier than ‘artisan’ turned a buzzword. For me, the spirit of the mountains is summed up greatest in Gastein Valley. After a day spent strolling by way of fairytale pine forest, we arrive at a hut in Heinreichalm: it’s adorned with deer antlers; its cellar is full of cheese wheels; and it’s all run like clockwork by husband-and-wife duo Siglinde and Franz Fritzenwanker. Regardless of being in their 80s, they welcome us with vim and vigour, proffering steaming cups of tea and dinky photographs of schnapps.

How do they handle it? “The mountain air,” beams Franz. “And we love what we do. There’s nothing better than making this place a home-away-from-home for others.”

hiking in salzburgerland

The rolling hills of Salzburgerland. Picture: Getty

Take a hike

Towering. Superior. Thoughts-blowing. These are the phrases which buzz by means of my mind throughout my first few hours on Grossarltal’s trails. It’s a correctly dramatic vacation spot, with roughly hewn mountain surroundings stretching for miles in all instructions. Some parts have steep, shaky silhouettes, just like the judder of an irregular heartbeat on a cardiogram, others are undulating but mild and resemble the backs of dozy dinosaurs.

The colors are so vivid it’s overwhelming; alongside one path my information, Marlene, and I are flanked by rows of pine timber, which appear to be strains of feathers, plucked from an enormous olive-green parakeet, caught upright into the earth. As we scramble throughout steep grassy hillocks, and thru meadows sprinkled with buttercups, we move picket, slatted huts, every with its personal herd of long-lashed cows. It’s like one thing straight out of the pages of a youngsters’s storybook. Anyplace else, the mountain huts’ mixture of potted crops, kitsch ceramics, red-and-white chequered tablecloths and wall-mounted, conventional cross-stitch tapestries may really feel twee, however right here it feels charming.

Seems, simply because the Scandinavians have hygge, there’s a German phrase, gemütlich, to properly sum up the vibe right here. “It’s sort of a cross between cheery and cosy,” Marlene tells me. “Just really welcoming — a place you can relax in easily.” And chill out I do. A couple of hours in, having adjusted to the rhythm of hut-hopping, I realise it’s not simply the epic Alpine vistas I’m entranced by as we hike between cheese-platters; the blueberries that carpet the fields are equally interesting. Completely scrumptious, I stain my fingers a shade harking back to Violet Beauregarde as I pluck them each few paces. The locals name them schwarzbeeren (‘blackberries’) and make psychedelic, mauve-flecked pancakes with them.

At my ft there’s a touch of a rustle in the grass. I pause, and see nothing. Once more, rustle, rustle. Moments later, out pops a googly-eyed frog who eyes me earlier than hopping alongside the trail forward. I clasp wildflowers between my fingers, golden buttercups, pink-tinged clover, heather and orchids. Every is an paintings in miniature, some as small as a fingernail. On a white, star-like bloom, a better look reveals intricate patterns, as if a tiny pointillist artist has gone to city on every petal.

Paths listed here are nicely worn, the route signalled by pink and white markers daubed on tree trunks or tied onto picket A-frame gates. As we tackle sharper inclines and navigate rocky downward paths, I do know that my muscle mass are beginning to get drained, however I by no means really feel an ache whereas on the transfer as there’s an excessive amount of to take in.

The common rhythm of our footsteps is the one constant sound, bar the occasional loud clanking of a cowbell, or the skitter and bleat of knock-kneed mountain goat — surprisingly balletic, they virtually pirouette alongside probably the most precarious paths. It’s so quiet and our senses are so heightened, we will even hear a curious ssh-ing sound coming from the timber. Greater than as soon as it makes me cease in my tracks, no clue what I’m listening to. Seems it’s the whisper of snow falling from branches — the remnants of an sudden summer time flurry the earlier weekend. Many tree limbs are draped with tendrils of moss too, a sign of how clear the air is right here.

After heading uphill for about an hour alongside paths snaking by way of rivers of grass, we cross over a ridge and descend onto a plateau. Within the distance is a trio of mountain-top lakes, and never a soul in sight. A wild swimmer’s dream, they seem like glistening mirages. It’s an actual Lord of the Rings second; they really feel so secluded and secret that I half anticipate a fairy to flit via the air or an elf to scuttle previous.

Right here in Trögseen, there are 10 or so lakes, which seem and disappear in the grassy patches between peaks, relying on the quantity of current rainfall and snowmelt. Dipping my palms into the inky blue water provides me chills from head to toe. We sit, and watch as pond skaters skid throughout the water’s floor. It’s so quiet. A couple of minutes later, I’m startled by a deafening thrum slicing via the valley. I half anticipate to see an plane above the lake, however nothing seems. Unusual.

I’ve to giggle once I spot the offender, a six-inch blue-bodied dragonfly perched on a reed, its wings beating as quick as helicopter blades. These jaw-dropping mountain vistas may be the scene-stealers that get all the eye, however what makes mountaineering on these uncrowded trails so particular is the little issues, the straightforward pleasures, the blink-and-you’ll-miss-them particulars like this that’ll typically depart you utterly misplaced for phrases.

hiking in salzburgerland

Yoga in the mountains of Salzburgerland. Picture: Getty

Yoga in the mountains

It’s not all about climbing, there are many methods to take advantage of the good outside right here. Mountain views are famend for being calming, however for an additional hit of zen in Grossarltal, e-book a guided yoga stroll and excellent your mountain pose on an precise mountain.

E-biking on the path

E-bikes are massive information in Salzburgerland and Grossarltal has about 87 miles of signposted tracks, cut up into 16 trails of various problem to whizz alongside. When you do want to pedal, e-bikes increase velocity with battery energy by as a lot as 100% making these steep ascents just a little simpler.

Get excessive on the by way of ferrata

Thrillseekers will love Salzburgerland’s vertigo-inducing by way of ferrata — the place you make steep ascents clipped onto iron walkways that cling to the mountainsides, and a number of the greatest are discovered in Gastein. Schlossalm has six by way of ferrata climbs, starting from family-friendly and newbie to professional.

Climb, climb, climb

Hone your rock-climbing expertise on the climbing-practice space in Dangerous Gastein, or the wall in Dorfgastein, with classes from Angerer Alpine & Ski Faculty, which may additionally organize guided by way of ferrata journeys. Your coronary heart might be racing as you scale greater and better, nevertheless it’s value it for the views.

Path combine

Cheese

Every hut’s bergkäse (‘mountain cheese’) is totally different. A speciality in Grossarltal is sauerkas (‘sour cheese’) — gray, feta-like and made in a copper pan over an open hearth. Heinreichalm in Gastein is the place you’ll discover the richest cheese — it’s stated the extreme flavour is due to the herb-filled cud the cows graze on.

Drinks

Fruity skiwasser (raspberry squash) or holundersaft (elderflower water) are probably the most refreshing drinks to wash all of it down with. Or, for one thing stronger, attempt a shot of schnapps; vogelbeerschnaps is taken into account the superior selection. The punchy rowanberry spirit requires the berries from a number of timber to make even a small batch.

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Revealed in the Salzburgerland information distributed with the December 2018 concern of Nationwide Geographic Traveller (UK)

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