Roving around Resevoir Canyon

Roving around Resevoir Canyon

Sunny California at its very best

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After a proper American breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, jammy toast and a heaping cup of hazelnut coffee, the team headed out to the hills.

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you better beleaf it

We headed off onto Resevoir Canyon, a trail covered in leaves and alined with dried creek beds. On one side we had a lush little lanes into the forest

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on the opposite, rollings hills full of agave and wild sage

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After spending so much time in the Alps, returning to my Californian roots was really refreshing

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I used to view it as this dry deserted valley, with only the old oak trees and the fear of slithering snakes hidden in the tall golden grass

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but this time around it was different, the curvature and topography of the grass lands really caught my eye

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and of course the rope swing

The way the sun lights up the rolling golden hills and path ways

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sun sun mister golden sun

The little rippling rivers around the ravines

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To most people California is a place of movie stars, shopping and parties, but seldom do people spend time taking it all in.

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The beauty and adventure out there

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To me, California is much more than the man made cities, it is a view of never ending golden waves,

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the dry scented air, warmth of the cloudless sky

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and the sun kiss on your skin as you leave the hills

 

Bounding about BodenSchneid

Bounding about BodenSchneid

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It was a cold and misty morning…

Well actually, yes literally it was rather chilly and foggy the saturday my friend Franz and I popped down to a small trail near Tegernsee. Our previous plans for the morning had been altered and we had spontaneously decided to open the AlpenVereins App and choose a hike to go on. BodenSchneid won. It said it was a medium difficulty with a moderate steep incline. Which to us seemed not so tricky a task.

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The start was a lovely autumn stroll. The gorgeous colours of fall flew through the air and littered the pathways. Small babbling brooks grew into roaring rivers and guided us towards the mountain.

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As we began to enter the woods it seemed like a fairytale. Tall thin trees wearing moss at their bases with smalll cozy benches beckoning us to soak up the scenery

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A little further along the trail the trees had collapsed and transformed themselves into bridges underwhich we carried forth. It reminded me a bit of a story board map.

First we must pass through the woods, underneath the arches,

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over the viaduct and then we will change course at

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an old cutters cabin where the heart of the forest meets the slope of the outstretched mountain side.

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Instantanously landscape shifted, and the forest dissolved ever so slighlty to show us a glimpse of the neighboring mountain faces.

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The final flight up the mountain was caked with mud and achingly inclined. We had taken advantage of the start and were rewarded with a shocking suprise. But like all good adventures, once we reached the end we were walking on air.

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The view from the peak was gracious. The mountain ridges stretched out as far as the eye could see. Colourful valleys lit up bellow us in the fall spectrum, and the lake gave us a glimpse from around the bend.

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We stopped briefly for a break, but with the stark wind chilling our bodies we hastily packed up and descented down into the valley.

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The way was straightforward and smooth.

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Luckily for us, we discovered we had taken the trip backwards. It was a 13,5 km circle up and down the mountain. Our declined turned out to be a delicate 5km nature walk

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The forest was alive with the playful prismatic palettes of fall

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The locals were not as enthused as I was, but quite charming as well

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Down a long narrow road, the tour carried on for what felt like ages

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I suppose it always feels that way though.

You enter an adventure with so much excitement and energy, but after a good five hours the mud, sweat and scenery begin to wear you down. You arrive at your starting point again full of fresh air and experience more than ready to head home to bed, where  you dream of a further future feat.

 

 

 

Heimgarten to Herzogstand

Heimgarten to Herzogstand

As I sat there on the peak of the mountain trail, drawing  in the cold burning air, gazing into the great grandeur

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my chest began to swell with pride. Look at me, look what I did. My legs are cramping and my new hiking boots have crumbled my toes  but I made it.  …or it did until mister Wanderbär told me that before we could break we still had to cross another 2 1/2 hour pass.

My heart quickly sank, my tummy grumbled and I skipped down the snow path and tried to find a good view to bring it back up.

 

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Not too hard a task to accomplish

Now this next part my dear friends, I must admit was bananas. I am not your super wanderbär, still a newbie. And these treacherous little trails way up high in the slippery icy, cold side of the mountain did give me a fright.

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We continued directly ahead onto the ridge

Straight ahead and onward was where we were bound. Around the curves and into the shadows it was shivery and sleeted. We scaled the mountain twists with both hands firmly grasping  wire rails bolted into the mountain side. My hands were blue and chilled as I ascented and prepared to crawl up the next slope.

It is  amazing how one side of the mountain is so warm with vegetation and wildlife when right around the corner the other side is shadowed as well as completely underneath piles of snow.

Its this wierd paradox. I find myself so excited by what I am seeing, concurrently cautiously concerned for my next move.Living outside of your comfort zone is key, and is the most rewarding decisions to follow.fullsizerender-16

Every so often I would pause and gaze out into the sky. Admire the shadows cast upon the land by the lowering clouds, the reflections on the lake and the miraculous gentle change of seasons right in front of my eyes. My stomach would knot up as  I crawled on my hands up the iced paths, but once and top I would feel an all over calming sense of relief.

As the quote from Sir Edmund Hillary goes, ” It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves”.  I am a full on sucker for cliche quotes about life but truly this one hits the nail on the head. I run distance events to challenge my mind, I began hiking to challenge body and mind. And in turn I find I am always fully rewarded.

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Perhaps one of my favourite tours so far this fall

All in all it was around six hours and 10 Kilometres. Too warm, too cold, so many blisters and completely exaughsting, but incredible. The ending was a bit of a fright which was altogether cured by a stunning view and alcohol free weißbier.