Trip Start Aug 08, 2006
27Trip End Oct 18, 2006
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Unfortunately, there's not much to tell about Innsbruck. I'd come to see the stunning mountainscapes and maybe get out to do some hiking on the nearby trails. As it turned out, the rain that had plagued me earlier in the trip had found me again. I did go out to explore the old part of the city, which is picture post card stuff in the sunshine, I'm sure. But it was all just grey and wet now, killing the mood.
I had some liver dumpling soup (mmm) for lunch with a smoked-meats plate and some sauerkraut. I wandered around the streets a bit more after lunch and stopped into a wine shop to find a gift for Amanda's relatives who we would be staying with in Munich in just a couple of days
I walked to the other end of town and saw the huge, iconic ski jump they have there. Not too exciting for me though. I was ordered to never ski again at age 17 when I torn two ligaments in my right knee. Then the rain started to kick-in again.
I ducked into the Theresien Bräu and ordered a beer. I settled in and began to write. A few hours, several beers and many rambling pages later I decided to call it quits. It was still raining and I wasn't hungry due to my huge, late lunch, so I just hit the rack.
Not exactly a scintillating time, my one day in Innsbruck. At least it was relaxing and I got some good writing done. On the train that next morning, the mountains looked as if they might be on fire, the clouds hung so low. I imagined a mighty blaze feeding on every last stick of kindling, smoke rising to obscure the peaks. Some of the clouds were so low (or we were so high) it looked like you could jump up and touch them. It wasn't the view I went looking for, but there was beauty in it. All the way from Innsbruck to Garmisch-Partenkirchen the weather persisted in this manner, reminding me of the lesson I'd been learning over and over again on this trip. Let go. Plan B can be good too.