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Today I’d like to tell you about a friend of mine who supported my father-in-law on the alm for a few weeks last year. She’s a professional musician in Düsseldorf, a particularly lovely person—down-to-earth, warm-hearted, close to nature—and last summer she discovered a love of alm life. I’d like to share her impressions because they reflect so much of why an alm can give you so much for the heart, even if it’s hard work. Enjoy reading. Katharina

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My time out on the alm

After incredibly turbulent, loud and communication-intensive weeks in my big-city life, I longed for fresh country air, silence and a breathtakingly wide view over the mountains. To feel solitude and look at the world from above for once—that was my plan…

I was incredibly lucky to spend a few weeks this summer living—and above all working—with Hias, the Alm Grandpa, and Nelli the sheepdog, on the Zittraueralm at 1,872 metres above sea level.

A stay on the alm is definitely not for late sleepers or morning grouches, because the work-filled day begins with the sun coming up and a quick wash at the fountain in the early hours.

Since Hias did the stable work on his own, in the morning—after usually bringing the cows in together—I was responsible for keeping the household running smoothly: fetching wood, lighting the fire to warm the parlour and heat the water, cleaning the rustic hut, watering the flowers, and then preparing breakfast were my first tasks of the day.

After breakfast together with homemade products such as ham, various jams, home-baked bread and filter coffee brewed on the wood stove, different tasks were on the agenda depending on the weather, such as: chopping wood, collecting herbs, clearing scrub … until in the afternoon the animals had to be driven down from the mountain to the hut again for milking.

While Hias looked after the animals in the stable, I prepared dinner after lighting the fire again, which we often ate with enjoyment—tired, but with a big appetite.

As early as a day on an alm hut begins, it usually ends just as early. Exhausted from fresh air, sun and lots of physical work, you fall asleep peacefully early in the evening.

For me, the stay on the Zittraueralm was just right: no fear of solitude, mosquito bites, muddy clothes, the odd splinter from chopping wood or a blister on my foot from a too-tight hiking boot, and longing for emptiness of people, peace and slowing down in the magically beautiful mountain idyll—simply wonderful.