Originally, I planned to hike the first part of the pilgrimage to Mariazell with a dear friend. This did not work out. I decided to walk alone. For six days, it became a constant time of connection and reconnection with old and new places.
On the way up to Nebelstein (the start of the hike), I stopped at my sister’s place where I was growing up. They opened a new “Hofladen” where they sell fresh organic products. I reconnected with my sisters and my cousin.
Fresh products like carrots, salad, zucchini, red beets etc. In the center, a table with wine, vinegar, eggs, elderberry juice, Demeter cosmetics, the new cookbook written by my sister and much more.
It took more than two hours by car to reach Nebelstein, a charming cabin on the top of a 3000 feet mountain. My husband, David, brought me there.
From Nebelstein, I hiked down to St. Martin, where I stayed overnight in a lovely farm house. On the way, I passed a pond, where I jumped into the cold and clean pond to swim  – what a treat!
The farm where I stayed raised calves. These two calves where just a few days old
Since daylight lasted until 9:30 pm, I still had enough time to hike to Großschönau, a village about 7 miles away. On my way out of St. Martin, I met a group of lovely children of all ages. They showed me their new, secret house in a bush. It reminded me of my own childhood time, when I created a similar house with my sister.
This year, the Waldviertel (forest quarter) had extraordinary vegetation caused by much rain. Flowers were blooming in abundance. They were flowers I knew from my childhood and I welcomed them as old friends.
Poppy with two bumble bees
The first poppy opening up. Because of the cool climate, plants like potatoes, poppies and barley are cultivated here.
Cornflowers and marguerites
Bellflowers
The Waldviertel still has a lot of forests. The last part to Großschönau goes through a long stretch of woods. I passed it in early evening and thought about the time 1000 years ago when there was still pure wilderness. At this time, wolves and bears inhabited this area.
In the next village I asked a farmer if wolves had returned. He said “not exactly here in this forest, but three groups of wolves exist in areas not far away from here. They should be eliminated. They attack sheep of the farmers and the animals for hunters. Those “Tierschützer” (people who protect animals) are dreamers and do not care for us. It is a disaster!” I countered his opinion with the fact that every farmer gets compensation for the sheep killed. But this was not enough. “Wolves have no right to live in Austria anymore, he said. They should stay in Russia.”
I always admire how the farmers stack the wood
One of the sculptures created by an artist. It looked to me like a depiction of the king of the forest crowned by the sun. I do not remember the title nor the name of the artist.
Beside the sculpture above, many other sculptures were in the village. Großschönau is a place where workshops for woodcarvers take place. Often they leave their creation in the village. Großschönau is also known for the yearly fair of organic products. This year the fair was cancelled because of the corona virus.
In order to return to St. Martin, I called a taxi without asking the price beforehand. The walk was free, but the taxi ride back cost me $45. (My room cost less that night.) Some things are expensive in the Waldviertel.
Traude, I love reading about your adventures. Seeing the peaceful places you visit brings me comfort in these turbulent times. I hope you are thriving. Sending you much love, Erica
As a medical doctor, you must have such a difficult time right now, dear Erica. I am happy that my pictures could bring you some comfort. The Waldviertel in Northern Austria is a magical place, very very peaceful. Good that you could also feel that. Much love, Traude
In this trying , difficult time it was a breath of fresh air to get …. Simply.Just.Walking Austria . So lovely to still travel with you on your walking journeys, through beautiful unspoiled countryside. Enjoying meeting up with your family and even sharing memories of your childhood with other children you encountered on your journey.
Warm Regard,
Meri friedman
It must be especially difficult right now in Arizona. I hope you are doing fine. Yes, simply just walking is so rejuvenating and nourishing. I am happy that you are walking with me. Much love, Traude
good pics and story. Your sister has a “dream” place. I am sure it is more work than people realize…but still….a dream place.
When I was growing up, the room you are seeing was a room where my parents stored hey for the cattle. The stable was another attached building, not existing anymore. This room carries also another memory for me – it was here, at the age of 5, where I had cut nearly 3 fingers off my hands when playing with a straw cutting machine. It was and is a dream place including nightmares,…. Lots of love, Traude