It's been a month since I last climbed a mountain. First, I had to scan all the great photos I took during my Dachstein vacation, and then winter paid its first visit to the Alps. It came with such force that one unlucky mountaineer had to spend three nights in a snow storm before he was rescued. Otherwise, deep snow at the end of September is pretty normal.

Today, the snow was gone at 2400m, the sun was shining, and the trees looked like they do in autumn. I didn't feel like exploring a new mountain, so I paid a visit to the Sonnjoch. Even my place at the summit was the same as in 2001.