It's an easy three hour walk 
down the Gries to Ramsau from the
Wimbachgriesalm. Sometimes we cut through woods with interestingly
gnarled trees.
We stopped
to rest briefly at the Wimbachscloss, 
which has been around for hundreds of
years, starting as a hunting lodge. 
We intended
to stop briefly.
Suddenly the clouds gathered, 
lighting flashed, and the
sky bucket opened up. So we sat inside and hid coffee and
pastries until the worse was over. Clearly it was a good
idea to come home today instead of attempting a hard climb
over the Watzmann backside.
When the rain let up a little, we put on our rain gear 
and went on down the Gries, which was
starting to run some water in the middle.
Near the
bottom, we payed the small fee to walk through the Wimbachklamm, 
which is always beautiful and
impressive.
Bruno and Pauli caught a taxi in Ramsau and we said goodbye.
Christine and I caught a bus into town. It was really odd to be riding
in a motor vehicle after 6 days in the mountains. We went into town
to do a little shopping, including buying bathing suits for the hotel
pool, to which we were looking forward. We could look out and see the
Hohes Brett ridge, 
which we
had crossed over, and the Watzmann, 
which we
had crossed behind.
We stopped in at the headquarters for the National Park to get a
walking map for Christine. They had a scale model of the moutains. On
one part, we could clearly see how far we had gone from the Kehlstein,
represented by a green dot on the lower left, up the Hoher Göll
and around the Hohes Brett and down the back side. 
On the other, you can clearly see the
long Wimbachgriess with the Watzman on the left, and see where we had
come down from the Grosse Hundstod. 
We went
outside and took a last picture of Christine sitting in the city under
the Hohes Brett, 
and then
went to the hotel to be lazy city people.
Footnote: I wanted to see the people I knew in Berchtesgaden Saturday morning. But my face had developed a boil in the mountains and it was getting worse, so I had to go see a doctor. He said it was a case of herpes breaking out when the body was under a lot of stress and exposed to a lot of sunshine. He gave me a prescription (that either worked or the body took care of itself over the next week) which I filled at the train station. Christine and I took the train to Stutgart and our Bergtour was really over after I gave her copies of all of our 237 pictures and and also used her Internet connection to save them back at Stanford.