The crisp alpine air of the Villgraten Mountains bit at our cheeks as dawn painted the peaks in hues of rose and gold. Today was the day for 'Adlerklaue,' a legendary Grade 6 route that had long beckoned from its granite perch. We'd studied the topo, discussed the crux, and packed our gear with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
The approach hike was a pleasant warm-up, weaving through pine forests before opening up to the majestic face. The first pitches felt good, a dance of hands and feet on solid rock, building a rhythm. But then came the crux: the infamous slab. Grade 6. It looked deceptively smooth, offering only the most subtle of ripples for purchase. Each move demanded precision, balance, and unwavering trust in the friction beneath our feet and the tiny cams we'd placed. The exposure was exhilarating, the valley floor dropping away beneath us.
Through focused breathing and deliberate movements, we navigated the delicate sequence. Reaching the belay after the crux pitch felt like a small victory in itself, a shared exhale of relief and triumph. The subsequent pitches, while less demanding, still offered engaging climbing to the summit.
From the top, the panorama was breathtaking – an ocean of jagged peaks stretching to the horizon. The sense of accomplishment was profound, amplified by the shared experience with my climbing partner. After soaking it all in, we began the methodical rappels, our ropes snaking down the rock face. Back on solid ground, a cold drink and the setting sun provided the perfect end to an unforgettable day. 'Adlerklaue' had truly tested us, but the reward was immeasurable.