way up high // seetalhütte
A few months ago, back when it wasn't as cold and snowy as it is now, I went on a small hiking trips with two of my very best friends. We spent the night in a lovely little cabin on the side of the mountain, the only source of warmth (and food!) a wooden stove.
The second half of our planned route was oh so steep, and oh so hard. We had to hold on to a steel cable for part of the way, and sometimes we couldn't even see the path - we just knew we had to go up. If I hadn't known that I would have to climb down again, I would have given up about a thousand times. But we did it, and I had never felt better than the moment when I stood up there, catching my breath and taking it the view. It was so worth it.
The way down led through a beautiful little valley with giant rocks spread all around and small rivers that we had to climb across. I want to go back there just because of its beauty - but then I remember how horribly long and difficult the way there was.
Nevertheless, it was good. Good to be outside and breathe in the cold, fresh air. Good to do something I had never thought I'd be able to do. Good to spend time with friends, good to laugh together and suffer together and in the end, feel proud together. We're already planning our next trip - as soon as the snow is gone! I'll keep you posted!
