Dachstein Slog – Part II & Name That Sugar Hit
So, we get to the Simony hut then continue a few kilometers up the glacier to the base of a small rocky north face (a few hundred vertical meters) which leads to the Dachstein summit. The cable route is fun, sort of like a free-solo of an easy 5th class route. Ice has buried the cable in a few places, so we get out the rope and belay, as a fall would have serious consequences.
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| Fritz heads up. We should have had two ices axes. |
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| Me on the summit. Hey, it’s not that big but I did come a few thousand miles for it… |
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| The layout. |
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| Funny how those stickers turn up everywhere in Europe. |
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| Looking southeast from the summit, to Schladming, where they hold one of the World Cup downhill races. |
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| So, we get back down to Simony and get coffee. Thus, Name That Pastry! Again, this is an easy one, something everyone should know and common in the U.S.
We decide to hang around for a while and relax, so the layover becomes a two pastry affair. While there, Salewa/Dynafit owner Heiner Oberrauch shows up. Nice to chat up the chief. He’s a nice guy, with a hearty demeanor and obvious passion for alpinism and mountain culture. Fritz and hang out till it’s almost dark, then go down to fetch our skis. Only, we’re missing one pair. Dang, Oberrauch hid ’em! It’s getting dark and there is no way one of us is going to walk multiple kilometers on the snowmobile trail. We look all over the place and can’t find the planks. I’m thinking the thieves might have skied down a few hundred yards and dropped them on the trail, so I head down for a look. No luck. So we walk back up to the Simony and phone down to the other hut. All the while we’re saying “this isn’t funny anymore,” and I’m thinking these Tyrolean jokers better be ready for revenge, like their Dynafit bindings end up somehow missing a spring the next time they clip in. Eventually the call comes back, “boys your skis are in the Hundehaus.” The one place we didn’t look — a doghouse surrounded by a minefield of canine Scheiße. Oh yeah, I just learned German words #ten and #eleven. |
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7 Responses to “Dachstein Slog – Part II & Name That Sugar Hit”
Apfelstrudel. Are you plastering all manmade structures with your Wildsnow stickers? Wicked summitting, by the way.
Apfelstrudel mit “Sahne”, or do the Austrians call it “Schlagobers”
How did you guys know it was strudel, smell the apples or something (grin)?
Wonderful! I wish I was there on the top of Dachstein, instead of sitting here in my office..
Those huts are great in Europe. Last year I stayed in one hut near Chamonix (cannot remember name, close Argentiere) and there was one very old lady serving. I just wonder how she gets up there every morning? She must be in good condition, I mean if she walks from ski lifts. Anyhow, I really enjoy staying in huts.
Were you using the Euro “lobster-claw” set-up on Klettersteig? They have been known to break pelvises after taking a lengthy fall… I’m not sure what is worse: Falling or being stuck at several thousand feet up in the Alps with a broken pelvis… also, quite a few people die by electrocution/lightning while connected.
Njord
Njord, yeah, you really have to watch out for these things as the inspire false confidence. Everyone was being pretty careful up there, as the cable was buried in ice and the climbing was a bit tricky in crampons going from ice to rock and back. I found it interesting enough to feel “real” that’s for sure. Lou
Hey, looks like you had fun in Europe. When are you comming back? Dont miss to check out ice climbing in Tirol