Our first day up the Inn River began with a touch of sun, and hope the weather searches were correct in offering scattered showers.Soon the crushed limestone trail plunged into the deep forest of a preserve, and we felt enough sprinkles to don our rain capes. Emerging from the
tunnell of green, inky blue/black filled sky ahead and the rain got serious with us. Droplets attempting to leave my nose remained to tickle umercifully. I hate it when that happens. The rain did give us some softened images of Austria across the Inn. This natural area apparently had hedgehogs, but we didn’t see any. They may be nocturnal. We finished in Austria in Braunau, the town where Hitler was born. It may be torn down. More Hitler coming soon.