Posted by piphunt on September 6, 2010 in Adventures of Pip, Where in the World is Pip? |

After our adventures in the medieval town of Fussen, bicycling nuns and wine picnics on trains, the roads took us to Garmisch Partenkirchen.
Garmisch has long been a place of tales, from parents and friends alike. Tales of snowstorms, apres adventures, and cycle tours, tales that have always intrigued me.
My mum and dad lived in Garmisch for nine years, teaching ski school, running the campsite, and working for the American military base outside of town. Their stories were filled with four-day weekend cycle tours through Tirol, skiing the Zugspitze, and kayaking the Otztal Ache. The playground, the bellbottoms, and the nylon ski gear was plentiful, and just about always guaranteed a good time.
Years after my parents left, my friends have wandered into Bavaria for a year of ski bumming in Europe. The U.S. military base is an easy employment target. Work as a ski instructor, and make money and board in Germany. Their stories may have inspired visions of sliding down the mountains instead of climbing up them, but either way, the sheer size of the mountains is appreciated (probably more climbing actually!)
We spent two nights in Garmisch, more than we will anyway else on this trip. On our day of from hiking, we explored the town centre (which has grown significantly since we left 22 years ago), hiked to the Reissersee, and explored the bike paths to Grainau. There’s something fascinating exploring the places you heard stories about throughout your childhood.

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