It was easy enough to get to. A 30$ cab ride and a 50$ chairlift took me as close as I could get without walking (although I should have walked up the hill, it really wasn't far).
View from the chairlift looking back to town:
The next bit was up to me. I got lucky with the weather and it wasn't overly windy. That would have been awful on the chairlift. As it was, the visibility was pretty good and in a place where the weather changes every few minutes, I am grateful that for the hour and a half that I was there hiking up and down, I had sunny skies and only a slight breeze.
View of the neighbouring mountains on the hike up:
I didn't go all the way up as there was snow covering part of the path and the ranger was turning people back. I went as far as I wanted to anyway which was just to peek around the last little corner...you never know what's hiding around it!
Me, as far as I went. People above me being told to turn around:
I wandered back down the hill to get some exercise and I honestly couldnt be bothered waiting to call for a taxi. I stopped for lunch at a fancy, and oddly empty, hotel to recharge my batteries and get clarity on where the path was. If the guy hadn't seemed so convincing I would have been suspicious as the trail was a bit tricky to follow in places. Thank goodness for the yellow stripes painted on the trees.
It didn't take long to get back into town and I headed back to the hostel for a rest. This cold is gaining strength. Hmmm. Later I wandered around a bit more, had a nice homemade salad back at the hostel and caught up some emails. I'm about to be cut off for nearly two weeks. Gasp...whatever will I do?! ;o)
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