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35 years have passed since my first mountain tour. There is so much has happened. Changes from outside and also in me.
While I put together my travel memories, I've found more and more records. Little by little, until I realized how much I've ever seen.
It started with a crossing in the Ziller Valley Mountains in summer, later the first ski tour in the Loferer mountains, Mount Kilimanjaro, the Haute Route, Mont Blanc, the Nevado Copa - 6188 m.
Not long as I was from a mountain hike at home and it took me restless. Sometimes I wondered about the reason for this internal unrest, this search for the where, the "where can I stay, I'm here." This search for a home that was far away in the mountains. And even there only for a short time. On a splendid way, on a summit, where you stand and just look - looking over the world. There I was for a short time at home, where I wanted to be there. I know all the moments, when I was there. I could never stay there. And even if I remain there, it would not work exactly as in those short moments.
The moment when I was in the mountains at home?
The rise to the Habicht, as we stepped out of the sea of clouds in a bright landscape. In the Bernina exceeding the Bellavista-Summits. The sunrise at Gillman's Point. The walk up to the top of the upper Schalausferner, the gentle piece before the notch, the "Valley of Silence". The sunset at Tengpoche, the most beautiful place. The sunrise on Ulrichshorn above the Mischabel-Hut. The last steps up the Piz Palu, right in the sky. The first view of Ama Dablam.
All that would not be as valuable without the friends. The friends from the area around the village of Weissenhorn and our skiing-club at home. However, when Ralf lost his life in an avalanche and his girlfriend and I were standing three feet away from the demolition, everything changed. The mountains, I only saw like on postcards. Only after a few years ago, I again found joy in skiing, but it was never again as before. I began to travel to New Zealand, and I was so pleased by the sea, so I went to Hawaii and other destinations that are associated with the sea.
Once I found my time away suspected "home" not too far away: I met Renate on a trip to China. And so I finally came to my home in the german country called Pfalz. Not longer so far away.
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When you are completely silent, you hear everything!
-Zen Saying-
NEW: Sardinia, our journey in May 2010
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