When we saw who had signed up for the hike at the meeting point in Elm, we feared the worst. With this constellation, partygoers in Malle are choirboys by comparison. Luckily, Corina had a test match the next day, otherwise the whole thing would have gone off the rails early on. Everyone who was anyone was there. Even a hiker from the Bahamas (Morgan) was at the start and didn't want to miss out on the fun. The gondola lift took us up to the mountain station, where our accommodation was located. We deposited our luggage at the Schabell ski lodge and used the time to touch up our make-up before setting off on the hike towards Chüäbodensee.
The first part of the hike was still harmless and jokes were cracked when we came across families with baby carriages on the same path. The jokes quickly died down when the first ascent came and we struggled up the hill. The limits of the human body's endurance were tested. The ascent of K2 is a joke compared to the 650 meters up to Lake Chuäboden. The arrival at the top was celebrated accordingly. Wildlife expert Glaus discovered various animal species and meticulously showed the group exactly where they were. From marmots and ibexes to mountain tortoises, everything was spotted. Unfortunately, they always disappeared as soon as you tried to look.
With tactically well-planned drinking breaks, the descent to the hut was all the quicker. The hikers were warmly welcomed with a cold beer by the two housekeepers Raffi and Celine and had a good time. The best thing about the Skihaus Schabell is that there is a 1.78m2 shower sauna, which offered space for 5 men. We couldn't quite keep the corona distance and at some point there was no more hot water anyway. Freshly showered, we continued with the sumptuous dinner. After all, the board wanted to thank its loyal members and give something back, so it spared no expense. Spaghetti Bolognese was served. There would also have been salad, but it was forgotten in the kitchen.
The meticulously planned AGM took place with the President's intervention from Austria. At the same time, the penalty shot list was dutifully worked through. After the AGM, the party, beer pong tournaments and dancing began. Unfortunately, there were certain negative incidents that need to be addressed:
- Ati Muster (name adapted by the editors), a good-natured, slightly drunk citizen from Glarus, didn't pay attention for a moment and someone tried to poison him with a coffee. However, the boy didn't give in so easily and showed the finest perseverance. He emptied his stomach, took a power nap and returned to the party. Chapeau.
- In the meantime, a “Glüschtler” was up to mischief. An unknown person, let's call him Yves Eiermann, sneaked into the women's rooms and tried to seduce the women with his glockenspiel. We can only guess exactly how this scene unfolded, and we certainly don't want to imagine it.
- As the author of this report also had something mixed into the Elmer Citro, the report on the festivities ends early. According to Dominic, the party ended at 02:00 sharp.
The next day, we fortified ourselves at the morning buffet and shared stories from the previous night. After the meal, it was time to clean the whole hut and get it back into shape. Thank goodness there was no “Schaaaadääfaall”, as Stefanie said in her genuine Apözöller German. There were two options for the descent. Option A with the gondola lift, or option B with tricycles. After a heartbreaking “goodbye”, we headed back in all directions. As Alexia was dropped off at her parents' house halfway back, the garden was kindly supplied with nutrients by obliging members. Thus ended an extremely amusing weekend with the Wanderhuren.
Text: Mike Hafner
