Through dense forests and over creeks and meadows, the path brought me up to the
top of the Jauerling, the highest mountain of the Wachau. It is 3000 feet high.
The trees just showed tiny green tops. It was still early spring here. Past storms had
uprooted sections of the forest; big trucks tires had dug deep grooves in the wet soil.
The area reminded me of a war zone. It was good to get out of that place.