The last day we spend in GAP was an exciting one. The night before, we bought special passes to ride the cogwheel train up the tallest peak of the Alps, the Zugspitze. I call them special because you can use them for skiing, or for sightseeing. You stick them in your pocket because they have a special sensor in the m when you go through turnstiles. It's really convenient for people carrying around skiing gear or with heavy gloves on. In town, it was below freezing. We got as completely bundled up as possible. I had on 3 pairs of socks, two pairs of long underwear, jeans, a tank top, a long sleeved shirt, an authentic Austrian hand-knit sweater and a big bulky Columbia jacket with boots, gloves, and a hat. And I was worse off than a Popsicle.
Having read all about the weather, my husband and I planned to get on the very first train that morning because the only really clear view that you'll get on the mountain tops during the winter are only during the morning, after about 11 they get too cloudy to get a good view. So, we drove down to the train station that morning, got on the first train. It only makes a few stops before it heads up the mountain, and since we got on at the first stop, we had a good seat selection. Lucky for me and husband, we didn't get caught next to the chatty Aussie that J&S were stuck with. He literally could not shut up. Anything was fair game. I remember trying to look everywhere else except at this man who had no off switch. I would have hated for him to engage us in conversation. It was bad enough that he had engaged the in-laws. So when I said good seat selection, I meant that we actually got to sit. We were going up the tallest mountain in Germany holding on to any straps in the center of the train like many skiers and snowboarders were. It took quite a while to reach the exit platform. We stopped at a couple tiny villages and ski spots, before we reached the "summit." It wasn't a summit. We had to go get on a second lift up the mountain. We took a large gondola up to the tallest point of the mountain. There is a cross on the tip of the mountain that people can climb onto, but in the winter it wasn't feasible.
It was something crazy like 20 below zero up there. We were frozen the second we got out of the first train. Again, we all had to use the bathrooms - which the doors were wide open so of course they were absolutely freezing. So, once we exited at the final destination at the top, it was torture to be out on the viewing platform. But, we got in some awesome pictures that I am very proud of. So, I guess I can't complain too much.
We must have been out there for about 30 minutes before the infamous cloud cover rolled in. We went inside and to the restaurant. We sat in some traditional style wooden booths with a great view off the one side of the tip of the mountain, and the other, to the slopes below that were dotted with many people. The restaurant wasn't great. It was actually quite disappointing. I had a Bavarian meal of white sausage with dumplings called Knoedel. I don't really remember much of the meal other than it was a struggle to get the food down. But, I did have some nice hot tea that helped warm me up. And, we were warm enough to shed our outer layer of winter coats. But, unfortunately, I did not have good winterized boots. My boots were more functional for everyday wear during the fall and/or spring. My socks, all layers, and the bottoms of my jeans were soaking. This incidentally did not help my flu symptoms. I believe I had a runny nose another week after this. It was obnoxious.
Following lunch, we headed back to the gondola and decided to take it halfway down the mountain this time to a train stop outside a ski lodge where instructors worked - or something like that. I don't know exactly. We had to wait almost an hour for the gondola though so we took our time browsing in a gift shop that tried desperately to commit highway robbery. I remember buying my niece a snow globe and my nephew a keychain. I bought them one of these each place we went. Auntie and Uncle always sent home presents anytime we went someplace.
I didn't mention this before, but I have a massive fear of unsupported heights. I have always had the fear of falling. The falling feeling horrifies me, makes me feel like I'm going to die. It's not a good feeling and it's not any kind of rush like many people think. To me, it's like the penultimate moment of your life. Getting on the gondolas was none too pleasant. Luckily, this time my husband held me the entire time, away from the edges of the glass windows. We bounced most of the way down the mountain. I held it together rather well. I might attribute that mostly to the fact that I was frozen, and in pain.
When we get off the gondola, we have to walk about 2/10ths of a mile uphill to the train station. In the ice and snow, everyone was slipping and sliding. I remember charging up to the station. It was an open air station, so everything was snowy. I don't think we waited too long for the next train. When we got on though, I think it was pretty dead. Most people were sill up on the mountain playing. My family is sort of a snow family. My husband's family isn't. My family used to go tubing and sledding, and my parents skied when I was really little. But, my husband's family wasn't much like that. At least, I don't think they were. My husband said he tried snowboarding once. He remembers sort of liking it.
Once we got back to the main train station at the Olympic Stadium (yes, the main train station for the Zugspitzbahn is right outside the Olympic Stadium), we booked it to the hotel. We all went to our rooms to relax a little. I took a hot bath with the door open so my husband could watch me while he laid on the bed to watch TV. I remember that was our first experience watching Wipeout. It was hilarious to us. I think J&S took a nap or something.
A little later, we all went and had dinner again at the buffet, then returned to our room to watch movies. We had booked massages for all of us at the spa inside the hotel. So, one by one, we'd go down and have a relaxing hour-long massage. The woman who gave us our massages was not German. I think she may have been Swedish or something. But, telling her not to touch my right arm at all was a difficulty. I've had massages before, but this one wasn't great. I fell asleep for most of it and didn't feel very relaxed when I returned to my room. But, that's okay. Maybe it was great and I just had too much stress and pain to relax or something. I just remember that I really couldn't sleep that night. I stayed up with the TV on for hours after J&S left the room. I think it was 90210 or something really crappy.
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