Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Into Austria and Krems

 I’m finally understanding why the Danube is blue. It’s waters absorb the blue of the sky and meld to build a dark, deep purple hue that reminds one of the robes of royalty.  At least, that’s how the brochure Viking provides its guests describes the Blue Danube.  The brochure is not far from being absolutely correct.  The bright blue sky's of the day have verified the brochure to be correct.  Big difference from yesterday and the Weather Channel is predicting the next few day will be likewise sunny.  It won’t matter; if the good forecast changes, our good fortunes won’t.

The day’s cruise through Austria’s Wachau Valley to Krems, featured medieval castles overlooking small


villages and terraced vineyards.  The terrain was steep and hilly but not mountainous (it would be mountainous at home) and the grape vines were meticulously placed and groomed.  The recent cool temps had begun the Fall color change, and while the views were striking, we are about two weeks early to see the peak colors.  

I read that agriculture in the Valley dates to 800 AD, and was first believed to be by the Monks of the early monasteries and that the terraced plantings began in the 1700’s.  Grapes grown for wine production are the major crop but apricots and other fruits are also grown.

The Gottweig Abby is just a few miles from Krems and it sits on top of one of the highest elevations of the area.  


Our visit there was just as striking as our other Abby visits and we came away with the same overwhelming feelings of wonder… how was such a structure possible in the eleventh century. Forty monks live in the Abby and take care of all maintenance, including management of the vineyards and many acres of woodlands.

We just docked in Vienna and the lighted skyline appears to be one of a large metropolitan city, which I am sure it is.  We’ll be looking for the old town tomorrow.  Pam and I are looking forward to our first visit to Mozart’s city of choice.

During our river trip today, we came within a few kilometers of Steyr, Waidhofen and of Saint Polten Austria.  Those cities are significant to us as Vic, Ry’s and my father, was shot down in WWII after bombing Steyr and bailed out of a damaged B-24 bomber to be captured in Waidhofen and spending his first night in captivity in the city hall jail at Saint Polten. Please don’t forget our country’s heroes.  Jim