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On has provisionally my last tour I am finally carried off to the Schladming Tauern. My actually planning to use the solid high-pressure window of 4 days for exceeding the Lungau the Hochgolling, the Griffins mountain and big-game point was, unfortunately zugschneit. On Hochgolling was reported to Landlord half a meter of snow. For this reason, I've decided to only the Greifenberg go.


(first view of the Hochgolling; look back to Untertal)


(Gollinghütte, waterfall, Gehzeitverschlechterer everywhere)

When arriving I have to annoy me first about the parking fee of 10 € at the end of Untertal - in my opinion a pretty racket. 1.5 hours later I'm on the Gollinghütte and approved me another beer soup and 2 for a better sleep. With the fixed intention to get up at 3 in order to be grasping at sunrise on a mountain, I put myself into the camp. Looking out the window at 3:15, however, leaves me the courage - complete darkness in which we see only the snow-capped peaks and the moon. At 4:45, I think it will still no longer and I am for the first time alone with head torch on its way. The feeling is quite overwhelming. In light of the headlamp you can see the path quite well, but the markings are only visible as bright stripes - the crossing of streams reflects the water is haunted and you can not really tell how deep this really are. From time to time I encounter mysterious pairs of eyes turn out on closer inspection as a horse or chamois.


(further way from the Gollinghütte; 4:55 Pitch Black)


(high mountain feeling, Dawn of the roof stone)

After about 1.5 hours walk in complete darkness the dawn appeared over the roof stone, and after another fifteen minutes of Hochgolling is already in the sunshine. Meanwhile, I notice that I have struck when searching for route in the dark quite a pace, and that me is soon getting longer driven to be accepted. The climb up a scree gully on the Griffins saddle stretches an eternity.


(gravel channel; kasweiß)

Am I'm gripping saddle between the stunning views and the freezing cold that goes right through me and leg out - torn. Wrapped in Buff, gloves and jacket, I trudge the last few meters by a relatively large amount of snow on Access the mountain.


(gripping saddle - obviously freezing cold)


(the highest lake in the Schladming Tauern, Hochgolling north wall)


(Pöllerhöhe, upper Klafferkessel)


(Klafferschneide; Hohe Tauern)


(7:50 am lonely Greifenberg and insured agency on descent)

grabs me at the summit and despite frosty relations Photowut I grab my card from the top associate in the environment can be. after 20 minutes but I am so cold that I'm quickly back on track. On the descent to the Klafferkesseln there are short assured places, otherwise the path largely unspectacular. In the Klafferkesseln I take a little detour to the width of saddle in the direction of the French horn. There begin to feel quite powerful, the French horn to pack too, but luckily the reason wins over ambition. Back at the top Klaffersee I pick a sunny Platzerl and pack my breakfast read out, after another hour I meet nice and slow, the first people who come from the Preintalerhütte.


(Wintervorboten; cold water - cold clear water)


(photos of photos, turn to the French horn)


(ice formations; short detour towards the French horn)



The route through the scenic Klafferkessel is really very rewarding and the further descent towards Preintalerhütte takes on the basis of x blueberry shrubs significantly longer than planned. On arrival at the lodge begins my next inner conflict - go home or sleep, and tomorrow at the big game place? After intensive deliberations wins my troubled digestion and I make my way to the valley.


(Untertal; Hochwildstelle with South Ridge)


(second turnoff to the French horn; Bach to Preintalerhütte)


(Preintalerhütte; Directory)

walk an eternity while I go straight to a forest and is also the new path through the Riesachklamm not necessarily excite me more. Back at the parking lot, I'm glad to go over my decision to go home.


(Riesachklamm)


(Summit View)

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God of the weather forecast

Our planned trip to the new Shea Mountain Climbing did not work for various reasons. First, Elias pours versehenltich Milking machine in one eye and it is fortunately no lasting injuries. Can then Mark and Silvia - understandably - do not go along. Ingo and I decide to go to anyway. Just before the break I find that my thesis now, FINALLY! fit and that I can leave the tie part. Then I need to make a few corrections, and high speed we drive 1.5 hours off later than planned. As we move first on a long forest road through the last piece of the Almtal and then rush in the 1000 Hm pack escarpment to Welser hut, we are increasingly pleased that we have started later - the sun is also in the evening ordenltich gas. On the climb I'm seriously excited about my new bladder - instead of constantly stopping every half hour by pouring water down fast now I can finally suck then throughout the tour.


(Schermberg north wall, just before Ingo Welser Hütte)


(Almtalerköpfl with Schermberg in the background; hut Churchill)

enjoy at the lodge we Welser a fantastic sunset and pop us 3 beers for a better night's sleep inside. Because of the uncertain weather forecast for the next day we set our alarm for 4:45. In the middle of the night we are awakened by the wind of at least half the acoustically Welser Hütte sweeps away and already seem to bring rain. When you first look out the door at quarter to five we see, instead of the hoped-stars, just fog, darkness, and wet rocks. Thus, confirming the nocturnal fears - the Schermberg climbing this year will be no more be. Because the sleeping anyway seems impossible, we pack our stuff and have breakfast in the dining room. At 6 clock the weather is already a little better and we decide at the very least to the butcher's saddle between tidal creek and Schermberg go.


(perfect location for sunset)


(Starting in the dark, while meat Bank)

On butcher's seat is first made up the brushing and then assessed the weather critical. lie is in close reach of both the large Priel (1h) and the Temlberg (time?). After some discussion we decide to Temlberg address - all in there is great probability that we will approach in the near future, the tidal creek on the Rinesch Climbing


(because ... ma san sows kane: morning routine with useful views)


(sinkholes as far as the eye; Temlberg)


(hydration: at last, and Priel Spitzmauer)

Not difficult, but poor marks on it goes through the karst plateau full of sinkholes to Temlbergsattel. From there, looking from the top of Temlbergs only after a cat Hupfer. On the ascent we deposit our backpacks for a time along the way and overcome it in easy climbing the last few meters. At the summit we are already in high density patches of fog. In order not to fall on the high plateau in fog, we shoot a short summit photo, scribble something in the faded, tattered summit book and make us right back on the way down.


In order to escape

the weather front approaching behind the Dachstein (Temlbergsattel; Summit Temlberg)


(Release;?; Christian kitsch)


(descent weather front) we place on the plateau again at a walk and stand a short time later at the butcher's saddle, and subsequently at the Wels hut. The descent from there due to the design of path rather knee-friendly, and after 2 hours we are back to the car when Almtalerhaus.