The Buckelwiesen, part 2

From Krun, we really passed into the fields. The pictures really don't show the roll-- the grass hummocks that rise from the fields. It reminded me of a greener version of parts of Montana near the Crow Nation, though not as big and undulating.

We had our sights set on a place, the Goas Alm. It was another farm with a pension. Goats. I don't particularly like goats, but we planned to stop and get something to eat.

This part of the hike took us through a sketchy tunnel under a large road, and then went along for a while on the Jakobsweg, otherwise known as the Camino de Santiago (being honest here, I had to look that up, I knew it had something to do with the Saint James pilgrimage, but for the life of me couldn't remember the right term). Along the route was a little chapel, and we stopped in for a few moments before going on our way.

Lots of pictures of flowers and such incoming, but no pictures of the cake and coffee we had at the goat alm. In hindsight, it would have made sense to get something made from actual goat milk, or pick up some cheese or soap or something. That's how we roll though, stupidly. And did I mention goats really creep me out?Читать далее