Alpenexkursion

On Wednesday night, the 30th of November, my room-mate from last year came for a visit. Well, kind of. She wanted to visit me, but it was more for Oktoberfest, which is a good thing because I was busy most of the time she was here.

So the next day she went to Oktoberfest and I went on a day trip to the Alps. When we got to the Alps, our professor showed us a map and explained to us that we were not actually hiking in the mountains today, but taking a leisurely stroll up a hill. We then proceeded to walk up into the mountains for an hour and a half.

Most of it wasn't too bad, but there were about three ten minute sections that were very tough mountainous treks-- straight uphill, no breaks, very steep. I like hiking and walking up hills, but many group members felt deceived by our professor's earlier description.

The Alps were beautiful beyond description, so I won't try. When we got to our destination, we ate a hearty lunch-- we were supposed to take a lift down to where we started, so it didn't matter whether or not we ate ourselves into a stupor. Or so we thought. The train was broken that day.

Our professor thought it would be boring to simply retrace our steps and wanted to find an alternate route down. There wasn't really another way back, so we made our own. At one point the hill (there was no trail, by the way) became so steep that we couldn't continue walking-- we sat down on our butts and slid.

At the end of the day, we were sweaty, grass-stained, and thoroughly content.