slueart and KC went for a hike.
July 26, 2020
2020.07.20-29-Breaking CoronaG&K ALASKA 2020:(For introduction see day one or two)Day SEVEN (hiking day, 2nd half):From Ramsbeck to Elper Hirtenwiese, 9km, 400hmAs already suspected, the climb behind Ramsbeck begins with a merciless climb. The fact that ascent remains the motto of the second half of the day is shown by the fact that we have at least 400 meters of altitude difference over the next nine kilometers.Our destination today is the Elper Hirtenwiese, an almost imaginary destination, since I only looked at it during the planning, among other things, in an aerial view and guessed or dreamed of a fictional bivouac site there.Between Sengershausen, Schwabenberg and Sachsenglück, the terms are influenced by Germany. Let us not forget Heinrichsdorf, also northwest of Elpe.In addition to the usual Christmas tree cultures, which can also be found here as a baby room, we can enjoy a number of beautiful views.The Elpe flows through Elpe from south to north and shows itself as a small contemplative brook, the species-rich bank vegetation of which is gradually becoming deserted under the invasive predominance of the glandular jumping herb.We get drinking water from an initially suspicious couple (understandable, as we now look like. Not only the salt baked goods on the shirts, also the generally muddy exterior certainly do not inspire confidence, there is also the C. worry.), Whose Sunday rest we disturb dare when we pass Elpe at the far north end.Water must be:We still have a steep climb ahead of us.There is nothing on top of the shepherd's meadow, not tonight and not tomorrow morning.And will we even find a place to sleep there at 620 meters?(Fortunately, the meadow is of historical importance and not a designated NSG.)Or do we have to move on?So.Water.Towing.There is no real highlight, rather a low light, hardly anyone will chase the route, because this time it is 400 meters cross country that we climb the mountain.Any forgotten path is hidden so well that we can no longer find it even with Navy.At the top, a strange, completely dilapidated ensemble with a collapsed gate testifies to the former existence of a man-made place.Up at a height of over 600 meters on the high plateau of the shepherd's meadow, there is little, no water, but a fine seating area with a table.Fortunately, the meadow is of historical importance and not a designated NSG.In the past, the "one-cow farmers" drove their cows and the shepherds their animals up here to pasture.In 1928/29, some villages played their soccer games against each other on the meadow, which barely has a horizontal square meter.In the fresh wind our dripping wet tent dries in no time, we find a reasonably straight square meter right next to the seating group and create a Sunday-temporary piece of home with this and our quickly set up tent.In the last sunlight we devote ourselves to the evening meal and once again indulge in our hard sausages, the even older rolls and lots of water.We are and remain alone all evening, the hard floor lures us to sleep early.This time I catch a hollow that takes me in a latent embryonic position, rolled up in the lower part of the tent.I don't sleep well in a long time.Ten hours at a time, only interrupted once, and on this occasion we can admire a starry sky that is as clear as heaven, as we no longer know it from urban space.St. Rochus, patron saint and others the vagrant, thank you.
August 2, 2020
Even if the stage seems so highlightless, it is a lively description again. And the warm light in the last photo makes up for all the pain 😻
August 4, 2020