Montafon Region : Return to Lake Silvretta.
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Well time to try once again after yesterday‚Äôs stumble in vain, the wrong direction down Memory Lane. By 10.00 I am back in Schruns boarding the bus to Silvrettasee Bielerh√∂he. This costs about 7 Euros (+ later you have to pay another 3 Euros for the right to ascend into the higher region of the Montafon range) and takes about an hour, the latter part of which is spent snaking up some pretty hairy, winding mountain roadways past Vermonter (Vermunt Lake) and onwards and upwards.
There is no rain today ("phew") but atmospheric mists, deeper and more purposeful than in previous days hang around the peripheries like school playground bullies ready to descend on you when you least expect it.
Whilst the whorls of mist and fog continue to congregate around the upper reaches of the surrounding mountains, and away from the shoreline Lake Silvretta in all it‚Äôs milky placidity remains fully revealed to the happy hiker. In my memory I‚Äôm sure I‚Äôve only ever been here on blazingly hot summer days as the many family photos of myself and my sister, very young and unphased by our garishly coloured shorts, t-shirts and hats testify to.
For this is what Silvretta really is for me, here today anyway. A big part of MY world, or my shared experience of the world constructed by and around my family and I growing up together. The lake is a sort of giant Goladriel‚Äôs mirror to look into contemplatively and walk around, both seeing and pondering things that have been, things that are and things that may yet come to pass. Why do certain places, once discovered resonate so strongly within the memories of an individual or group of individuals; within a family? Places that remain in your heart always I guess, and must eventually, inevitably be returned to.
This two hour walk, for reasons I do not know, holds almost the most firm of the myriad memories of Katie and I and our parents when we were younger and together holidaying on the continent. (yeah, yeah, yeah I KNOW I forgot the name of the place yesterday! ;-P) Why Silvretta? The height? The journey to get to it? The scenery and the sweet, clean mountain aromas having forged enough of a complete sensory thumbprint on my mind or soul that it can never be forgotten? Who knows.
It really is a very touching walk for me today and being slightly out of season not too busy at all. You can feel alone with the natural surroundings most of the way around, and I offer the occasional friendly ‚ÄúGru√ü gott!‚ÄĚ whenever I pass a fellow hiker. There are several pleasant waterfalls on the route and many paths leading off into the mists and higher peaks and destinations (mountain cafes etc‚Ä¶) but for me today it is just about Silvretta.
As I come towards the end of the circuit, a final waterfall and then the second of two manmade reservoir walls that hem in the waters and the school bullies are making their move, the great clouds of mist and fog collapsing down from the mountain tops and spilling over the water's surface hungry to finally devour the beautiful scene. It seems to get thicker by the minute, rolling in threateningly and alive like something out of a James Herbert novel‚Ä¶ this is it‚Ä¶ THE END!!!‚Ä¶I‚Äôm going to be hacked to death by the long-dead, broken and gangrenous ghosts of ancient hikers lost forever in The Fog on ill-fated mountain walks many a decade ago with their rusty climbing-pickaxes and Swiss Army knives!!!‚Ä¶ "AAAAgggggh!"‚Ä¶but it‚Äôs ok.
Back in Bludenz, but not yet at day‚Äôs end. 40 minutes ‚Äėtil my train to Davos and no place yet for the night, so a dash into town to set this all right. Things here I feel get a little surreal, as people throng all about, there are monks playing bongos and bass guitars and priests and happy locals all mingling in bars.