It was the last day of our holiday and I wanted to fit in another walk. All week I had been reading about a walk to Schwarzensee, the Black Lake.
It would take approx. 4 hours to get there and back with another hour if I decided to walk round the lake. It is well signposted, all I had to do was follow the signs for route 28.
I enquired at the hotel as to why it was called the Black Lake. I was told that it was the literal translation. Schwarzensee = Black Lake. But it was so called because it was deep, dark and mysterious. The water was cold so bathing was discouraged and no boats were allowed. This left the fish in peace so that they could make babies. Seems logical to me.
Most of the way is along forest paths and Jean was a bit apprehensive about me going off on my own for most of the day. Jokingly she said “ Don’t get lost in the forest and eaten by a bear” A reference to the Allan Sherman hit song of 1963. Hello Muddah, hello Faddah. Anyone remember it? The tune was fixed in my brain and I found myself humming it for the rest of the day.
I started the walk from Hotel Peter and followed the lane to Ahornplatz before joining the forest path to Jausenstation Holzerbauer.
There was no need to worry as the route was well marked.
In the first hour I only met two people who quickly sped past me. At the Maurus Chapel I met four German ladies sitting on a bench. They must have been in their 60’s but as I approached two of them got up and offered me their seat. I must have looked exhausted !
I carried on climbing gently to a wayside shine at the col and then it was downhill all the way to Schwarzensee.
There were two mountain cafes which were tempting but I decided to first walk round the lake. Looking back it was not really worth the effort. The walk was all on tarmac along the narrow road that round round the lake. It was a couple of hundred feet above the lake and there were only a couple of places where you could get down to the lake. I did my best to get some photos.
I completed the circuit and was back by the cafe. I had been walking for 4 hours and it was time for a drink.
Feeling suitably refreshed I set off on the return journey. I still had to keep my wits about me as the path forked. Route 29 led off to the left. On the map it is indicated with a ladder sign. It is a climbers path down the gorge, a via ferrate, using ladders and cables. Not for me.
I took my time keeping my eyes open. I spotted some cyclamen in the shade. Time to get down on my hands and knees.
A short distance further on I saw some butterflies. I think they were Cardinals.
Another insect fluttered by, one that I did not recognise. I managed to get in really close.
I think it may be a daytime flying species of Tiger Moth.
I made my way back to St Wolfgang. I had been out for six hours. I was hot,tired and thirsty, but very happy.
Back at the hotel it was time for a quick dip in the lake to cool off and then a refreshing pint of beer.
That evening we sat on the terrace to enjoy our five course meal and a nice bottle of Austrian White Wine. As the light faded we gazed across the lake to the mountains on the other side.
The shape of the one mountain reminded me of the head and mane of a lion. Was it a trick of the light or was it the wine!!!
A perfect end to our holiday.