the Watzmann smiles to us with missing teeth from his high stand over Berchtesgaden like an unworried playful teenager. As we gain altitude on our way to the Kneifelspitze the day warms up and ever new hues of blue and mist from the Königsee tint his surroundings contrasting with the yellow and orange forests on the foreground.
Berchtesgaden once under protection of the Pope, later siding with Bavaria or Salzburg, whoever was less pressing, stands in this crossroads between the two later and gate of the Königsee to the south. The Roßfeld-Panoramastraße climbs 1000m above the valley and brings us to a close vantage point to the near peak of the Großer Archenkopf.
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