Germany III: Um Wieviel Uhr??

T & I climbed into the Jennerbahn sub-like capsule, shot out the chute and began our ascent up Mt. Jenner, hands up in the air like we were on an American roller coaster. When we jerked to a stop at the top, we tumbled out at 1800 meters, we had reached snow level.

Gute Reise, Baby!

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Mt. Jenner is in the Berchtesgarden Land Park on Lake Konigsee. Apparently, when it snows, this is a ski resort. The view is fantastic, breathtaking. We could see dirt roads like veins spreading all over the surrounding Alps, on which were several backpackers (color Tom:envious). In Winter, these are cross-country ski trails, which must be amazing.

ATTENTION: if you are at a national park in a nation in which you don’t speak the language & you hear a foreign announcement on the PA system, you might want to inquire as to what was announced.

Because, see, we didn’t.

We ignored the foreign announcement, maybe even admired the sing-song sound of the foreign language and we proceded to hike higher. After our hike, we returned to said ski resort & noticed all the people were gone and nobody was out enjoying the terrace. We walked up to a locked building. 1800 meters above the town, 5 p.m., in a cold, nearly dark, foreign land. In that split second where my brain registered “Bogus, dude!,” a park attendant grudgingly came back, muttered, unlocked the door, & let us in. We were the very last people to ride the Jennerbahn back down the mountain. I had flashbacks to being the last two people boarding the plane and I concluded If we have nine lives, we’ve used 2 and have 11 more days to go . Do the math. We’re gonna run out of luck.