SEPT. 29 - RIESSERSEE

From Balcony toward neighboring house

Ron made a tasty cheese omelet for breakfast. There is not a good bakery handy to here, so we had left-over stale bread. 

We were trying to figure out cooking logistics for dinner, but couldn't find a cookie sheet, potholder, medium-size casserole dish, etc. 

We finally got ready and left the apartment. Ron stopped at the Bahnhof and I went in to get the NY Times. The "Presse" store is much larger than previously, and the entrance is not in the same place. 

We drove a short distance up to the Riessersee. There is a large resort hotel there. At one time it was part of an international chain, maybe Marriott, and we stayed there once. For meals or drinks we have always preferred going to the nearby Seehaus Riesersee. From what I have been able to read, it seems it is now owned by the big hotel.

We found a table set back from the lake (away from the direct Sun) and under a retractable awning, where we could view the Waxenstein and Kramer Mountains. We had beer and wine, read the newspaper, and watched the changing colors of the mountains and lake as the sun began to set. Soon, the awnings were drawn back, and we had an even more scenic view.

As we were leaving, we saw some other folks having fun taking pictures in a photo cut-out prop (don't know how to describe it). Anyway, I said we needed to do that, and one of the other guys agreed to take our picture. A cute picture of us being cozy in Bavaria.

We weren't quite ready to go home, so stopped at the Hotel Staudacherhof on a backstreet behind our apartment. Ron has always loved the ambiance of the public rooms, and we have enjoyed many occasions there, both quiet, cozy evenings and also some festive nights.

We stayed the night once, but were disappointed in the rooms. Somehow I am still on their email list. I'm sure the rooms have improved, but the prices have gone up accordingly.

Apparently the "Mama" has passed on. She was the matriarch and always present. The hotel has been in existence in one form or another for 110 years. It is now in the hands of the next generation, Peter and Dagmar. They say hospitality is in their blood, and they continue to welcome guests and make constant improvements.

"The fading light of dusk reflects the fleeting nature of time." (Unknown)

From there it was only a short way "home" to read (can't get any English-language TV) and enjoy another Alpine evening. Then a good night's sleep under the comfy (but a bit heavy) doonas.