Thursday 4th September . am
At last it has stopped raining and my plan for today is to catch the boat to Gaisalm and walk back to Pertisau along the lakeside path. We caught the 10.15 boat from Pertisau and 15 minutes later we arrived at Gaisalm. Jean stayed on the boat to the the round trip of the lake and I prepared to walk back.
The first few hundred metres were through woodland and as usual I was soon taking pictures.
I then came to a shale beach where people had been building intricate cairns. There reminded me of the ones scattered across the Sierra Tramuntana in Mallorca, where they are referred to as “the little men”
The path now began to narrow and became more undulating .
I was soon at another rocky beach with more “little men” There was never any problem in route-finding as there were plenty of markers.
I was also passed by the one other person who I met doing the walk in my direction.
The path began to climb up from the lake and in places there was quite a drop immediately to my left. I had to watch where I was putting my feet so as to avoid tripping over tree roots or rocks. I had been warned not to do the walk in the wet but also told that there was a safety rope in the “difficult places”. I decided that if I met walkers coming the other way I would step off the path on the inside if possible and let them pass. This seemed to work well.
In places the path was being washed away and had been reinforced with planks.
Looking back it didn’t seem as bad.
I same to a set of wooded steps and then my fist “safety rope” an iron cable bolted into the rock.
I then came to the most exposed section of the walk and here I met a large group of walkers including some children coming in the opposite direction. They all stopped and held on to the cable and motioned me forward. I had to pass on the outside trying not to think of the drop on my left. It certainly got my heart racing. I even had to put my camera away
Soon I was at a feature that I had spotted from the boat. A water spout was cascading down the rock face and a small shelter had been built allowing you to walk under it and keep dry.
It did not work very well. I wanted to pause and take photos but apart from the fact that it was a bit exposed, I was getting wet, and so was my camera.
The final section of the walk was just an easy stroll alongside the lake.
I was nearly back and the sun was shinning.
I arrived back in Pertisau just in time to meet Jean as she got off the boat. We ate our lunch sitting on a bench by the lake and shared the crumbs with some inquisitive sparrows.