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The path begins steeply and winds up through a light wood.
After a beaten clearing, a less steep path follows through high, partly grassy coniferous forest and leads into a narrow passage through young forest.
An overgrown road leads to the edge of the national park on a slight gradient.
After a small forest plateau, a narrow, steep path leads across the steep slope to the right.
Light exposed passages alternate with shady forest crossings.
The path and slope become steeper, ditches and a stone field have to be crossed before one is rewarded with a breathtaking view from the Speikkogel at 1112 m above sea level.The slope is crossed and now leads a short wooded stretch straight to the ridge and opens on the other side the view to the flat bare ground.
On the left the path leads further over a slope through a flat, wildly overgrown forest with countless anthills and huge fallen red beeches down to the flat clearing Kainzboden.At the opposite beginning of the forest you can see the entrance to a stony Holweg, which leads straight through a light forest landscape, before it rises steeply after a slight bend to the left and suddenly opens up to a huge plateau - the Mayralm.Fenced in by low wooded hill ridges, the plateau looks like an arena, in the centre of which the decayed Mayralm lies as an unreal ruin directly in front of us.
Over the alpine meadow up on the ridge directly in the flight from the Mayralm you will find on the right near the forest section of the so-called Jägerstein (also Jägerkreuz).
It testifies to the wild fight that took place on the Mayralm and perhaps is the cause of the mysterious atmosphere.The MayralmThe Mayralm is peacefully lying there.
Embedded in a light alpine valley.
At the foot of the Sengsengebirge.
Like a little paradise, a world of its own.
The location, the nature, the view - one immediately understands why one finds an alpine hut exactly here.
Or rather, what's left of her.
Today only the foundation walls remain of the former hunting, forestry, woodcutting and forest warden's hut.
The stone walls have collapsed, the wooden beams scattered all over the alpine meadow are rotten.
Grasses make their way through the cracks in the wall.
Moss grows on the remains of former ceiling posts.
It's quiet here.
Calm and lonely.
With a hunch of history.
Meanwhile it has become quiet around the former alpine hut at the foot of the mountain pine covered May top.
Who would suspect that a great deal of bloodshed once took place here - where today the cattle comfortably dozes on dewy grass -? That the wide Almwiese became the stage of a dramatic spectacle - a momentous shooting between hunters, gendarmes and poachers?you know about it.
The walls, which still today draw the ground plan of the Mayralm.
They are stone witnesses of bygone times.
If they could speak, they would tell what once happened here in detail.
When the first shot was fired and his first victim was killed.
Of poignant death fights and last breaths.