The Grossglockner

​I have not posted in ages, but it seems like a fine time to plaster the internet with pictures of my adventures.
 
The last two months have been exceptionally difficult for my family, and as our girls were on the German fall break last week, we decided to leave our woes behind for a few days and travel. Which in truth is not a bad remedy, if however temporary.

​We started our journey with an evening in Salzburg, Austria (this is the city of Husband’s heart) but pushed our way into Slovenia to see Lake Bled the following day. The lake was pleasant and we boated out to the island to see the old church and bell tower. It was enjoyable, but on the whole we were not overly impressed.

​Or maybe it was simply because Slovenia will forever be overshadowed by our later drive up the Grossglockner High Alpine Road.

​The Grossglockner is Austria’s highest Alp, reaching 3,798m (12,460ft). We started out in Heiligenblut, paid the toll, and drove up the pass. This was the last week the road was open for the season, and I bemoan the fact I cannot drive this every day. 

It was unreal. Every turn we went around I found myself laughing. It was beautiful and more.

​Yes, there are higher mountains elsewhere, but there is something remarkable about the Alps. They hold a grandeur that I cannot express.
Jutting up from rounded green hillsides. Beside aqua lakes and rivers. The skies, the glory. Oh my.

​Even my 7-year-old was awed. “Mama, I’m so tired. I want to sleep. But I don’t want to close my eyes and miss any of it. It is so beautiful.”

​If you ever get the opportunity, and happen to be in Austria during the right time of year, I highly encourage you to make the drive up the pass. You may or may not find me parked in a lounge chair by the side of the road, drinking it all in.