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Schlegeis Reservoir

It took three whole years, a total of six summers in the years 1965 to 1971, to build the 131-metre-high wall and flood the valley behind it. The long construction period is due to the local winter conditions, which is why it was only possible to build in summer. More than 22,000 railway wagons of cement were transported to Ginzling, first by the Zillertal Railway and then by trucks, to build the wall, which is 34 metres wide at the bottom. The Schlegeis Alpine Road, which is very popular with tourists today, was built just for this purpose.

The Dominikushütte, today located above the reservoir, has an interesting connection with the construction of the dam wall. The original location, where the old hut had stood since about 1890, had to be abandoned because it would have been submerged when the lake was dammed. When the partial damming was completed in 1970 and the full dam in 1973, the Tauern power plants built the new Dominikushütte directly above the wall as a replacement.

Stuamandl

Cairns or „Stuamandlang“, as they are called in the Zillertal, are mostly found in natural environments and have different meanings worldwide, depending on the country and culture. In this country, for example, they are considered signposts in the mountains and of course serve as the basis for some stories, including the legend of farmer Karl.

Karl, a stingy and greedy farmer, took every opportunity to inconspicuously expand his alpine pasture. He did this by simply moving the pasture fence higher and higher year after year, until he finally arrived at the ridge where not even a blade of grass grew. There, Karl drove the marker post into the rock. That evening, as he was about to take his cattle home to the barn, he was drawn to this spot again. When he suddenly stepped on a loose stone, he staggered and stood rooted to the spot. At that moment, his body petrified and he became what his heart had always been. Some people even claim to experience an unusual feeling when they are around cairns. You can get another insight into the life of farmer Karl on the alpine pasture in the Escape Room – Hüttenzauber (Hut Magic)

Mill

Not far from Mayrhofen, lies the idyllic mountain village of Brandberg. With less than 400 inhabitants, the village at 1300 meters above sea level has a lot of stories to tell.

The first known mention of the Schrofen Mill in Brandberg dates back to 1857, when the mill was already producing flour from wheat, oats, rye and barley. Thanks to the favourable conditions, the people of Brandberg were able to grow grain up to high altitudes around their farms until a few decades ago. The mill was in operation until the 1950s and was listed as a historical monument years later. Since its restoration in 2003, the Schrofen mill has been used as an exhibition mill.

Galcier Mill

Over thousands of years, the mystical, beautiful glacial mills were created by a combination of rock debris and meltwater run-off. It was the circular movement of the stones that triggered the water coming from the glaciers and formed the spiral-walled hollow shapes in the ice or rock.

In the Zillertal there is also the opportunity to observe such a natural spectacle with glacier mills in the Spannagel Cave in Hintertux. The cave system formed by glacial meltwater is the largest of its kind in the Austrian Central Alps and has been a nature reserve since 1964.

Woodcutter

Not far from the „Windgfaß“ branch in the Sidangrund, a woodcutter was working alone. He had been swinging his axe since daybreak and didn‘t even take time for a short break to eat. He kept on chopping as if he had to do the work of three men. He was extremely hard-working but lacked a sense of humour. He would have liked to smoke a pipe, but he didn‘t have any tobacco left.

He shouted loudly into the forest: „If only I had tobacco for my pipe, even the devils would be good enough for me“. Suddenly the devil appeared, pulled a pouch out of his cloak and asked: „Do you need some tobacco?“ The woodcutter was startled, crossed himself and replied in a trembling voice: „No, I‘ve had enough.“ The devil then disappeared again. The woodcutter had no desire for tobacco that day.

Woodcutters have made an important contribution to regional history and culture in the Zillertal. They often lived away from society for days on end in the mountains or in remote valleys and fended for themselves. They are an example of hard work and the origin of many traditions and dishes that have a firm place in society here today. Back in the days the location of the Visorium used to be a collecting point of wood, which made it‘s way to here via the river. Working like this was life endangering and even caused some deaths.

Three linden

On the edge of Schwendau, where Dorfstraße ends and Lindenstraße begins, three Linden-trees have stood for hundreds of years, under whose canopy numerous events have taken place. They were once the courtroom of the Schwendau Urbaramt, where various hearings took place. After such a long time, the trees have countless stories to tell, including the one or other legend about the Linden-priest.

A long time ago, field labourers were eating their snacks under the shade of these three trees. All of a sudden, a maid stood up and asked why they weren‘t getting up as a priest was passing by. But no one, apart from the young woman, could see anyone and yet everyone realised that the lime tree priest was here. Several residents had already reported encounters with a ghost who was dressed like a priest but did not show himself to everyone.

Berliner Hütte

The Berliner Hütte was the first mountain hut in the Zillertal Alps to be built in 1879 by the Berlin section of the German Alpine Club. At that time, it was still close to the glacier tongues of the Waxeggkee and the Hornkee, which even met at this time.
After a short time, however, the first hut, consisting of a kitchen, a straw store and a lounge, needed to be enlarged due to its popularity with mountaineers. In the years that followed, several extensions were made.
As early as 1898, the hut was given its own telephone connection from Ginzling, two years later a darkroom for developing photos, in 1906 its own post office and in 1908 a shoemaker‘s workshop. When a hydroelectric power station and electric heating followed in 1911, it became one of the most modern huts of its time and thus the showpiece of the German and Austrian Alpine Association.

With the highly developed technology, a hut was built on the edge of the Zemmgrund, at an altitude of 2,042 metres, which was far superior to many huts in the valley. In 1997, the Berliner Hütte became the first building of its kind to be listed as a historical monument.

Old winch

We have built this golf course to honour the hard work of our many farmers and mountain farmers here in the Zillertal, then as now. If you take a look back in time, you will realise that the Zillertal was settled from the mountain down into the valley and not the other way round. The reason for this was that the Ziller, which was still unspoilt at the time, often caused severe flooding. Extraordinary situations require extraordinary measures and, as we all know, necessity is the mother of invention.

This built-in cable winch was manufactured by the Wolf company in Innsbruck in the 1950s and was then used by Schneider Bauer in Laimach until a fire in the 1970s. From then on, it was used at Mittertol Bauer, the family farm on the Schwendberg. Now she can spend her retirement in the Visorium.

Mild man crag

At the far end of the Zillertal in the mountains, there were once many wild men, some of whom still exist today. This legend, however, is about a particular wild man who will not soon be forgotten.

He lived where the Horbergbach meets the Sidanbach and was stronger than any other. He appreciated his strength and put it to good use by coming to the aid of others when they needed it. One day he was asked if he could lift the boulders next to the stream. Without hesitation, the wild man walked towards the boulder and picked it up. At that moment, however, the weight overcame him and he sank under the boulder until only his wooden shoes were visible.

Even today, the Wild Man is still immortalised in the rock and the imprint of his body can still be seen.

Frozen wall

At the very end of the valley at over 2500 metres above sea level, there was once the most beautiful alpine pasture in the Tux Valley. The grass that grew in that place was said to have been so nutritious that the milk seemed thick as cream, literally dripping from the cows‘ udders, the pastures so beautiful that the sight was almost unbelievable. This prosperity led the inhabitants of the alpine pasture to take everything for granted. As is so often the case, it seemed that people only know the Lord when they lack something. Because the people of Almer lived carefree and unconcerned without once thanking him for this wealth.

The church bells in the village rang out on Sunday and the inhabitants of the valley made their way to mass. The inhabitant of the alpine pasture, on the other hand, made themselves comfortable in the hay, as they already had everything they wanted and even more. After they had had a good rest, in their exuberance they began to play a kind of skittles game with the butterballs, which many others would have been very happy to have, aiming them into the valley… until the first ball hit the church in the village. The weather changed abruptly, a wild roll of thunder erupted from the sky and lightning flashed incessantly as a gloomy cloud front moved in. After three full days of torrential rain and snow on the mountain pasture, the clouds gradually began to clear. The mountain was frozen to ice and the alp was buried under a metre-high blanket of snow. To this day, this mountain bears the name „Frozen Wall“.

Floitenschlogstaude

At Floitenschlag in Ginzling, at over 1,400 metres above sea level in the steepest mountains, Elisabeth Lackner lived with her family from 1845 to 1921 in very modest circumstances. Due to the hard life she had to master and the incredible strokes of fate she had to endure, she became a strong woman who was as tough as a hazel bush – hence her name „Floitenschlogstaude“. Elisabeth gave birth to a total of 9 children, only 2 of whom survived. One newborn was eaten by the domestic pigs, one of her boys fell down the cliff, other children died from illnesses that she could not cure with home remedies and her husband Josef also died far too young.

In order to provide for her family, Elisabeth practised a special activity that was very unusual for women – hunting. It was her father who taught her how to handle guns at a young age, and later it was also the need to get food for her family that made her aim particularly accurately. Applying for a hunting licence was out of the question for her. The „poacher“ outwitted the forest rangers several times and always managed to get away without punishment. The story of the Floitenschlogstaude is surrounded by many legends and tales that have been spread about it over the course of time. Its way of life and perseverance have helped it to occupy a special place in local history and in the collective memory of the region.

Devil‘s bridge

The year was 1876 when Finkenberg was given a new bridge over the gorge of the Tux stream. This bridge is now a listed building, not only because of its age, but also because of the legend that gives the bridge its name.
The Finkenberg farmers wanted to build a bridge but didn‘t quite know how to go about it. Finally, the devil came to their aid and assured the farmers that the bridge would be built within one night. In return, however, the first living creature to cross the bridge would belong to him. After a long, stormy night, the bridge was completed and the devil was already waiting for his creature. „As clever as we are“, thought the farmers, „we‘ll send him our leanest billy goat“.

As soon as the billy goat stepped onto the bridge, the devil realised that the farmers had outsmarted him. Enraged, he grabbed the animal by the horns and rode off through the air and back to hell.