Even today my father tells me that I
as a little boy always climbed the mountains “twice”
With my new walking stick in the
By hand, everything went much faster.
That's how I always ran - excited as I was
times ahead, when I go with him to one of the mountains in
climbed the Chiemgau Alps at the weekend.
I ran ahead until I could not see my father
could see more and then immediately return to
turn, run back to him and tell him about my
to report on our explorations. This continued until we
finally reached the summit.
For my favorite peak, the “Geigelstein” and
other altitude records I then proudly received an Em-
blem, which is traditionally treated like a trophy
nailed to his stick.
Even today – 30 years later – I like to go alone
to the Geigelstein and visit the old alpine pasture, on
which my father himself, as a little boy, spent the summer
with the dairymaid. For me there is no
nicer balance to the overcrowded, often distorted
Life in the big city.
For me, the mountains represent pure authenticity.
People live in harmony with nature, full
Dedication & respect in shaping their lives-
room. My walking stick in my hand today
hold, brings me into this pure and natural
relationship - to encounter life unadulterated
Nowhere else do I experience my relationship with
Nature, my story and that of my family
so authentic.
