As we all know everyone can „understand mountains” in his own way and climbing for all of us means something different. I just read a book from my shelf about someone who explain how he became a Mountaineer. It’s really interesting and fascinating , not that i wanna become one, there for its to late and my anatomy is not suitable for this i guess. No, i like to read peoples fascinations about something they do in live. The guy in the book explains things like how he deals with fear- options- and choices. Many things you can mirror yourself to in your own life being when al does questions come along your way. No matter what kind of sports you practice’s. Ore even in normal day life. How do we deal with different obstacles and how do we deal with different problems we encounter on the road
By Climbing Mountains I understand by bicycle, or walking up a mountain, hiking. You have to know , I am Dutch and for us Dutch people : a mountain uphill cycling is real climbing, that is how we call it. I like to tire myself on mountain passes, steep slopes or hiking tours. No pass seems crazy to me and there is also my danger of overestimation.
The trip i planned for this day still follows sections of the former trade route the farmers from Zillertal has to make when they went to the Alm Stillup – The village of Mayerhofen used to be a traffic junction. I choose the highland route from here to get up to Stilluptal via the pass. The road i take goes from outside the village steep up to the little Tollhouse – from there begins the Passroute – The pass over gravel road that leads into the mountains doesn’t look very inviting. A small traffic sign reveals that this must be the way to the Green Wall in Stilluptal, which is still almost 42 km away with about 750hm my GPS says from where i started.
The sign Easy Trail immediately misled me by making my choice which route to take
I get off my bike and crouch on a stone, consider whether I really want to go up there.By sitting there I thought of the hike I did last week with my friend Carina. Where suddenly an unbearable pain in my foot made walking almost impossible. Where making a choice even more impossible was for me because we were just descending the Mountain and had heading a lot of hm.. in the middle of fucking nowhere – do i had a choice, I thought ? No i didn’t ,did i make it ? Yes , Finally , but don’t ask me how— by thinking of how i made it that day a group of bees notice me and quick surrounded me , i jump up- and run in circles but they wouldn’t leave my butt – i quickly jump on my bike and turned left – right up the hill what leads to the pass – i guess the choice i had to make was already made for me by a couple of Austrian bees.
By Driving I thought of a few warnings of sudden rain and the information from Komoot i read this morning which says that the route over the pass is an extreme tour: with soft gravel and bumpy well-piste slope, it can be windy with extremely difficult passages- The pass drives very well at first and rises slowly. A light tail wind pushes me forward. from time to time cars passes me when the path is get further up wide enough , yet becomes steeper after 100 meters and will really be a pass with many bends. Lucky me the gravel path turns in to concrete.
I part with my thoughts and continue driving. turn after turn it gets steeper. when i get to turn 4 a water supply station welcomes me and i decide to go to the shady place and i pause with cereal, chocolate and hundred swap ants around me.
I usually don’t take a break too long because my legs are running full. I quickly get back into the saddle and slowly pump up the steep turns. With every climb I climb, I think it should go down a bit again. But none, every time a higher peak shines at me, every time I see the road winding further go up.
With the view of the valley in the back I go a little bit higher and slowly I notice that it is getting more calm and I am cycling to another world. After 1 and a half hours I reach to the beginning of the Stilluptal. Once at the top I don’t know what to expect, but the view so beautifully surpasses my expectations.
To be continued
On the Road 