I should start by saying that our original inspiration for this trip to southern Germany came from previous interest expressed by Jessica and/or Ben in seeing the Eagle's Nest. We had yet to see this German landmark, so it seemed like a really good plan for everyone; however, only
after making all of the arrangements for the trip, we discovered that the Eagle's Nest does not open to visitors until Mid-May.Whoops.
The same time last year, we were in sunny
Paris with T.J. and Chris, so it is not surprising that when Matt found a lakeside B&B with great rates and
this view, he booked it. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, the winter weather really held on this year, especially in Bavaria, so our view from the
Gasthaus Seeklause wasn't quite what we were expecting. Our B&B was located on the
Hintersee (
see = lake) near Ramsau, only about 15 minutes from Berchtesgaden. Although we were the only guests at the guesthouse other than the owners' son and family, it was a really pleasant stay. Yes, it momentarily felt a little like
The Shining and a lot like we had missed the memo about when to visit this area, but the scenery was actually really nice and continued to improve as the week went on. As was often said during this portion of our trip, this would be a really beautiful area in the summer.
Hintersee
Soon after checking into the B&B, we ventured into Ramsau and then on to Berchtesgaden.
In Berchtesgaden, we visited the
Dokumentation Obersalzberg building, built for and gifted to Adolf Hitler for his 50th birthday by Martin Bormann. The building was expanded after 1933, and eventually served as the southern headquarters for the Nazi government. Inside, an extensive exhibition includes hundreds of artifacts related to the Nazi regime and Hitler's time in the region (he and his party members basically took over this area, removing Berchtesgaden residents from their homes simply because they would make good holiday homes). The building also provides access to an underground bunker system. As it turns out, this exhibition provided much of the historical information I would have expected to be located in the
Kehlsteinhaus (Eage's Nest), which is actually just a restaurant with spectacular views of the region.
The next day, we visited the
Salzbergwerk Berchtesgaden (Berchtesgade Salt Mine). Matt and I had done a
salt mine tour in Salzburg, so we were pretty sure that it would be worthwhile for Jessica and Ben to experience. We slipped on our extremely unflattering jumpsuits, took a token photo, and boarded the train that took us down into the 480-year-old salt mines.
Once in the mine, Matt, Jessica, and Ben rode at least two wooden slides...
That afternoon, we took an impromptu boat ride on the Konigsee, Germany's highest lake, lying 2,000 feet above sea level.
The water was eerily still, and since the boat was electric-powered and the lake was surrounded by mountains on all sides, there was virtually no sound at all. Along the way, we also saw some sort of a deer feeding area, where at least a hundred deer were congregating.
Once we reached St. Bartholomew's church (below), we docked to pick up other passengers and began our return journey.
Matt and I honestly can't remember which night we had dinner at our B&B, but it is worth mentioning that one night, Jessica, Matt, and I ordered fish that were caught in the Hintersee a few paces from the guesthouse and prepared by the guesthouse owner. Ordering from a German menu is always a bit of an adventure for non-German speakers, but what we got was especially unexpected- three whole fish each, with bones and skin still in tact. I almost immediately resorted to using my fingers, Jessica used the proper utensils to get a decent amount of fish from the bone, and Matt slowly and meticulously cleaned the fish with the dexterity and patience of a surgeon. We certainly had to work for our food that night, now well worth it for the memory.
On our final day in Berchtesgadener Land, the sun finally came out and we were able to get some good pictures by the Hintersee.
On our way out of town, we stopped for some pictures for a postcard-worthy picture of the church in Ramsau.