Immediately one’s skin gets cooler. There is a special climate under the tall trees, which even makes the oppressive heat in summer bearable. The heavy shoes are easily cushioned by the needle-covered ground and step by step, the magical world of the forest opens up – with all its little special features. A glance upwards lets the sharp rays of light, which make their way down between the treetops, fall on curious eyes. After a few meters, one is completely immersed in natural beauty.
The air smells of old, moist wood and is heavy with humidity – lonely and slowly, one walks across the forest floor. In the distance one hears a quiet gurgle – a mountain stream as one finds out later as one balances over a small footbridge. Only to penetrate even deeper into the green heart of Austria. The Mur Valley. The place where Pabst wood grows.