Chalet School Weekend

The ferry arrives at Scholastika

Saturday is the last day for using our Achensee Discovery Card, so last journey on the Lake.  Went up to Scholastika via Gaisalm.  When you know where to look, it's obvious where Dripping Rock is, but we couldn't work it out on our first trip on the Lake.  Went back to the little cafe where we sat before in Scholastika so I could do some work on the blog. It was a hot sunny day again, the weather has distinctly warmed up!! Then back on the ferry to Pertisau. As we were walking out to the Vitalberg Bar for a pre-dinner drink, we heard the Ave Maria playing. All the fields were being mown like mad - not with scythes as per CS, but with modern tractors. By Sunday, all the grass had been rolled up into rounds and covered with plastic - again, not exactly CS, but a modern take on something that has been going on for decades.



The Fellalm on the road from Pertisau

Sunday was promised as another nice day, so we decided on another CS walk up the Feilalm, site of the Mondscheinspitz, where Madge's birthday picnic took place.  All the girls including the "babies" went on that walk. Coincidentally, the daily pamphlet on our table at breakfast suggested this as an easy walk to do, so we thought "what the heck..."

I have never been so deceived in my life !!! However, that probably has something to do with the fact that instead of staying on the road to walk up, we turned off into the forest where there was a sign saying Feilalm. This was my fault as I freely admit, since School at the Chalet talks about being shaded by the trees. Biggest mistake ever!!!!!!!!! Thought I was going to pass out/collapse/have a heart attack/die before we got to the top. How I didn't is still a mystery to me. Having reached the Gasthaus, I have to say the struggle was entirely worth the view. It was fabulous. The temperatures were very high 20's by now which probably had much to do with my problems, dehydration being one of them. Having gulped down water, I did feel somewhat better and ready to face the descent. Which is where Dave discovered a problem with his leg and was in a lot of pain, poor thing.



Pertisau from the Fellalm restaurant

We struggled on, stopping every now and again to break the trek by sitting on one of the many benches set by the side of the trail for just that purpose. At one such bench, we started talking to an Italian couple, who were really nice, exchanging views on the state of the world, our countries and how nice Austria was. We stopped at the Gasthaus on the Pletzalchalm for more water and I decided to test my luck and ask the lovely waitress if she could phone us a taxi, even though we'd been warned there was no such thing easily obtained on the Achensee. No problem, out came father/grandfather/uncle in his car and drove us back to the Hotel Post.