Indian Summer in Pongau

At first you don't know exactly what has changed when you get out of bed in the morning. And then you look out of the window and notice a silver shimmer over the meadow. But that was not there yesterday...

Then you look up into the sky and see some veil clouds and on the slope behind the house there are larches and they suddenly changed their color.

The summery green needles have acquired a golden complexion. In Canada the maple trees change color, you think so and there they call it Indian Summer. But is there such a thing here in Pongau as well? In the valley, the fog hangs heavy over the Salzach and only hesitantly disappears under the first rays of sunshine. At the back of the mountain you hear a rumbling sound and with your binoculars you can see two chamois fighting for the favor of a few goats. The hawthorn hedge suddenly bears thick red berries, the sloes adorn themselves with delicious blue fruits, and at the corner next to the hut a few marmots sit in the morning dew and eat the last juicy grass to be prepared for hibernation. And so quiet it is - so strangely quiet. There was a ringing and a bustle in summer and the cows and sheep were in the pasture, but it is empty and at the latest now you know - something has changed.

Exactly - the autumn is here. And if it wasn't so corny, you would say, that's how it has to be - the Indian Summer in Pongau. But it's always beautiful.

With its play of colors, with the low sun and with the first "snow sugar" on the mountain peaks. Pure enjoyment in Pongau, where it's so beautiful.
But take a look at it yourself here at the Eulersberg!

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