Salet, Germany

So this is the end of the boat trip. A lot of people just walk around the area, go to Obersee and take a picture, then head back. Not us. We didn't learn our lesson on the last hike. We decided to attempt to hike "a moderately difficult" route up the sketchy stone and whatever steps across the rockface, then down the other side in hopes the tallest waterfall in Germany has some water at this late date.

We also conveniently planned to stop at the cowshed out there and get something to eat (more raw milk yay!). Maybe go into the actual water, since I wore my waterproof skort-bathing suit thing for just such an opportunity.

Obviously we made it. On the way, well, let's not talk about Julie vs the cow dung, let's just NOT. Then, there were the naked Germans. This was our first experience with Germany's famed Free Body Culture, with dudes stripping down on the beach and swimming naked. Dudes only. And to be fair, the younger group hid behind towels and changed into Speedos. But the older guys--no. Good for them, feeling so comfortable, except the water was really, really cold.

On the way back, getting on the bus was nuts. Lines are not a thing here, apparently. We were waiting patiently in line, at the front of the bus with an older couple. As soon as the driver opened the door everyone just tried to jam on in front of us in all direction. Look, I'm from Philly. That IS NOT happening. Not to mention, they were cutting off the elderly. So as I held out my arms and puffed up, I said, "Let Oma and Opa get on first." They smiled sweetly at me.

It wasn't until we got on the bus, Herr Hai pointed out, "You know, I don't think they're much older than us."

OUCH...

This is also the day when we bought our wolpertinger, the one in the profile picture. I wanted to wait, but Herr Hai said to get them from the giftshop at the train station since we haven't seen them elsewhere. So just in case, we got two. Super cute.

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