Hohen Kisten and Eibsee

Eschenlohe

Eschenlohe's center.
Peaceful Bavaria.
Tired house.
Saint Nikolaus surplombing the village.
The mountain range we came for.
The Hohe Kisten, looking out of reach from the Gasthof.

Hohe Kisten

A long (25km) and big ascent (~1400m) hike on our way to the Eibsee, which got longer from the decision to take a longer route back not passing by the river of rocks which, we surmised, would be less practicable down than up, and more critically, an impromptu attempt to shortcut this longer route through flat-looking fields that happened to be another mountain—the Kessel-Kopfe—of sufficient steepness to make our way in a straight line turn into a quest for a path to bring us back to the main road. At some point, Fabrice had to walk alone to find a practicable route.

Narrow paths on the edge of the mountain after the woods.
Turning into a via ferrata.
The Bavarian Alps in their full glory.
A beautiful gigantic meadow (Pustertal) to break from the more challenging trails.
The meadow actually turned out to be tiny.
Still climbing.
Rest (from waiting, not from walking).
A river of stone.
Possibly the most difficult part of the route: slippery on rumbles.
Back to a more comforting trail: firmer ground and surrounding vegetation.
Finally at the top.
Eschenlohe looking tiny from there.
Closer view, with the Loisach river and its bridge, and the Gasthauf by its side where we had diner the previous night.
View from the top of the impressive mountain wall from below. On one side...
and the other.
Luz on her steeper summit so far.
Julia immortalizing her impressions. Note also Barbel and Slavko message on the opposite page.
Back down, the long way home.
Luz probably pointing at some mountain.
Our taking of a shortcut.
A sight we longed to see: getting back on the trail.