You climb through the forest, accompanied by the feeling that something great awaits up there. No drama. Rather, a wide view that quietly puts things in order. And then you're standing there – at the Karawanksblick. In front of you, Lake Wörthersee, behind you, the peaks like a painted horizon. In between: light. Air. And plenty of space to breathe.
The name is almost too sober for what opens up there. Not a postcard view, but one that feels like a memory you've just experienced. The forest is reverently silent, the panorama speaks in soft colors. The lake lies there like a spread-out silk scarf – turquoise, gently moving, flanked by a wreath of trees and villages.
Those who like can sit in the pavilion, which looks a bit like a fairytale cottage for weary hikers. Others lie down on the grass and let their gaze wander, as if trying to preserve it. For later. For the desk. For November.
At the Karawankenblick, you not only see how beautiful it is – you also understand why sometimes you just have to take a break to find yourself again.