Pushing the potato boundaries and hiking in Bavaria

by Heidi Obermeyer

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These photos are from a day spent hiking and eating Bavarian food in Garmisch Partnachkirchen with Emily when she visited me in June/July. The Bavarian mountains are at their peak (har har!) of beauty in the summer, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather spend a day galavanting through hayfields than the hillsides of Bayern. I have an obsession with how green everything gets in Europe in the summer- growing up in a dry place will do that to you- and love how luscious it all looks. Emily and I walked through the Partnachklamm (which I’d visited before) and then up to a mountaintop eatery for some lunch. These casual “huts” serve all kinds of hearty food, and we got the real Bavarian experience by eating Wurstsalat (sausage salad), Leberkäse (a slice of meatloaf) and potato salad. Another fun thing to get while hiking is Skiwasser (ski water), the contents of which vary from hut to hut but generally tend to include some light fruit juice or flavor and sparkling water. Overall it was a wonderful day, and we made it down the mountain just as it started raining for the 1.5 hour train trip back to Munich. On the home front, it’s reading week this week in Bath (no classes, hooray!) but I have a LOT of work to do (and I don’t say that lightly). I’ll probably be back to the blog next week after I turn in a few papers and write up my final thesis idea (ack!). Wish me luck and have a wonderful, potato-peel-free week!