メラウのおすすめ登山＆山歩きルート

This is where the large gondola arrives, and there are two huts with sunny terraces. Several trails and ski routes start from here.

From the summit, the view extends from Lake Constance across the Bregenz Forest and far into Switzerland.

Good starting point for some hikes and two guesthouses nearby.

The station is easily accessible by train, and at the top, you'll enjoy a wonderful 360-degree view. A panoramic view without any effort. Of course, you can also walk there or start a hike from there.

There's an inn here with a large panoramic restaurant and sun terrace. Along the road, there's a smaller building with a terrace.

There are paths that don't simply go from A to B – they go to the border between inside and outside. The Hochblanken ridge is such a path. It winds through meadows, past rocky outcrops, and suddenly the world opens up. Not spectacularly. But quietly. Your gaze sweeps like a tired bird over valleys and hills, groping its way along the contours of the Vorarlberg Alps, lingering on an alpine hut, on the edges of cliffs, on the dark patches of forest. Up here, there's no shouting. No posting. Here, you look – and perhaps marvel. At the peace, at the balance of things, at what no longer needs to be explained. The wind carries nothing with it except the suspicion that everything could be different. And that's precisely why you stop, look back once more, say nothing – and then move on. Because what else can you say when, for a moment, the world lies so completely before you?

There are mountains that express their essence not in height, but in line. Hochblanken is one such example. Not a colossus, not a granite hero. But a draftsman in the green. With a delicate touch, he has embedded himself in the landscape – like a last thought before falling asleep, like a sentence that hangs in the air and yet never fades away. The path stretches toward you, at first wide and inviting, then narrower, more concentrated, almost timid. You don't simply climb – you feel your way inside. Into what this ridge has to say. The grass gives way, the slopes dip, ledges of rock cut sharply through the flanks – as if the mountain wanted to show that beauty is sometimes a matter of attitude. And of slant. Whoever stands at the top hasn't conquered a cross, but has understood a line. The ridge is narrow, the view far. In front of you is the Damülser Mittagsspitze, behind you the Hohes Licht – names as if painted. And all around: a wreath of hills, alpine pastures, and paths, nestling against the sky, as if the Allgäu region were once aspiring to be an Alpine poet. The wind blows through your head like a good thought. No noise, no pushing, just this airy clarity that makes you forget for a moment what time it is. And how rare such silence has become. The Hochblanken doesn't say much. But what it says remains.

great cable car and everyone is nice