Mountains amaze me. The first time I ever saw real mountains, I was 22 years old. For the vast majority of my life, the horizon has been an endless abyss of blue skies. The idea of a boundary between the ground and the sky, acting as a buffer, is absolutely incredible. I joined a hiking group yesterday for my first outing in the Bavarian Alps since I visited Schloß Neuschwanstein over a year ago. We climbed to the top of Rehleitenkopf (near Flintsbach). I am not a very religious person, but I was overwhelmed with joy to find a cross at the very top overlooking the range. It was so similar to the scene in the film, Vincent Will Meer. The group tends to meet up each Sunday for a journey. Each hike gets a little tougher as the season progresses. I am really excited to partake in as many outings as I can. I want to see as much of the Alps as possible in my remaining time here.
Standing in Germany, looking onto Austria.
Looking onto Germany.