Stubaier Höhenweg, 3
The path to the Bremerhütte, the last cabin I would stay overnight in, on this trek, was like the other stretches I hiked so far: dotted with ancient rocks polished by past glaciers, upland moors and alpine lakes.
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A look back to the Nürnberger Hütte
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Another jump into the refreshing, cold water before climbing higher
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Passing the typical landscape called Gletscherschliffzone (boulders polished by past glaciers)
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The beauty of an upland moor
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I was intrigued by the Wollgras (cotton grass) with its pure, white balls containing uncountable, fine strings dancing in the wind.
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Part of the climb to the Simmingjöchl (2754m), the highest point of the hike this day
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Dark clouds assembled in the sky when I came to this stone house on the top of the saddle called Simmingjöchl. Once it served as a tax collector’s house. I was wondering who came up with goods which needed to be taxed.
After a very steep, but secured climb down, the way to the Bremerhütte became easier. With a herd of goats beside me, I arrived at the cabin in the afternoon.
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I met many nice people on the mountain. However, I had my favorite conversations with a family from the Netherlands.
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Michael, Caroline, Mats, I and a German couple from Berlin on a bench in front of the Bremerhütte
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Resting pigs somewhere on the Höhenweg (photo taken by Michael)
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In the next morning, I started the long trek down into the valley called Gschnitztal.
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The lake in front of the Bremerhütte reflected perfectly the surroundings
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What a calm, peaceful landscape!
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A short, sharp sound made me aware of the marmot on the distant rock watching me. I saw another one a bit farther down.
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Still intrigued by the beauty of the cotton grass
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On the way down, I not only saw two marmots but also two vipers (poisonous snakes). They had been bathing in the sun. My steps chased them away.
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A beautiful, wide valley to walk in
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Resting pigs somewhere on the Höhenweg (photo taken by Michael)
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I would have loved to drink something in this hut, but they were closed this day. I had to walk farther down where I caught a bus and later a local train to get back to Innsbruck.
My vacation was not over yet. After spending the night with my son and daughter-in-law, I stayed for three nights in the Tyrolian town of Kramsach where I met my Japanese friends vacationing in Austria. We saw many interesting sites and I will tell you about them in my next blog.
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