Four trails. One overworked camera roll. Eibsee, Partnachklam, Gaisalpsee & Seealpsee — taped, pinned and doodled down before I forget.
Hi — I'm the guy behind the camera. Most weekends lately you'll find me somewhere in the Bavarian Alps, walking uphill on purpose. This book keeps the good parts: four trails, a few thousand meters of climbing, one very cold swim, and the stars we stayed out too late for. Scroll slowly.
The lake that doesn't look real in photos — and looks even less real in person. We took the slow loop around the shore, snow still hanging onto the Zugspitze, and I got exactly one swim in before my legs filed a complaint.
A gorge you walk straight through — 80-meter walls, glacier water in a hurry, and a fine cold mist that finds you wherever you stand. We came out the far end and just kept going up, past the signposts, into the meadows. Then we waited for dark.
Seventeen kilometers, 1,520 meters of up — and, in the middle of June, snowfields to cross before the lake. Gaisalpsee was still half asleep under the ice. The way down paid us back with a golden hour I'm still thinking about, and a headlamp finish.
The quiet one. A green bowl high above Oberstdorf, with a lake that holds perfectly still if you do. We earned it the long way — then sat by the water saying nothing for a long, excellent while.
I keep the group small and the pace friendly — more picnic than bootcamp. Leave your details and I'll write when the next trail and a good-weather Saturday line up.