. . . And here's me overlooking the Konigsee, sweating my balls out, trying to keep down me schnitzel, and wondering why the hell we're plotting to camp out in the tilted rocks just above this viewpoint. Before arriving in Berchtesgaden, we had plans to ride the local gondola up to the Alpine crest, hike a ways, and make a splendid camp for a night in the "Sound of Music" country. Those plans were more or less dashed when we arrived to find the gondola had closed for the night, stranding us in the dark, overgrown, and very-un-"Sound of Music" lowlands. Never one to pay attention to a daunt, Mike insisted that we try to backpack out into the woods anyway, a quest that led us to this picturesque precipice, gorgeous as anything but as unsuited for a campout as the White House Lawn. A few nips of Jaeger somehow brought us both to our senses, and we managed to remake our hotel reservations after hiking out. But it was all worth it, for otherwise we never would have seen and drank a nip to this view. Absolutely stunning.

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