An example of this was my trip to Werfen the following day. The bus to Golling was complimentary with the guest card meaning that I only had to pay for the train from Golling to Werfen and back. I am pleased to report that my navigational skills - well, after hours spent on Google Earth - proved reliable for once and allowed me to see the views of the castle seen early in the film through the binoculars. The lower view (when Smith and Schaffer's conversation is rudely interrupted by the helicopter conveying Rosemeyer) was typically me: I had been there before without realising it although, in my defence, I would say that I was not necessarily looking for that spot.
"Somebody's got to be crazy," Schaffer tells Smith at one point.
Well, I suppose that it could have been me as, mercifully without other hikers around, I was up and down slopes looking for that very same position and photo (which, of course, is never entirely possible as trees and foliage have grown but I am as confident as I can be that I was in the correct area. Photos can be seen on my Where Eagles Dare page). After slipping last year on a slope and tearing my trousers, I went better prepared this time and wore knee protection and slid down slopes with no accidents.
I could not find a short cut to the parallel road (which goes up to the Ice Caves) so returned and had the initially steep path under the autobahn (which always fills me with dismay). Let's say that it takes less time coming down, and is easier. I did make it to the closest spot from where Ron Goodwin's dramatic music announces the high view of the castle between the trees. I wasn't going to traipse about through the fairly steep slopes and trees away from the road to try and find the exact spot but, needless to say, my position gave wonderful views not just of the castle but Werfen and surrounds in general.

The journey from Abtenau involved three changes and all seemed to be going well until the train became marooned at Hallein, presumably waiting for another train to pass in the opposite direction. The second connection, by bus, was also delayed so I made it before finding that the third bus was waiting at an obscure spot just a few minutes from Ebenau. Actually, it wasn't and was the bus for the next departure so I had a half-hour wait basically in the middle of nowhere only for the same numbered bus to appear and take me to Ebenau Abzw Strubklammwerk. Presumably, that too had been delayed. Anyway, it didn't really help me as more rains of biblical proportions came down and my visit to Ebenau was brief, but successful, I believe. Although there were no proper paths along the side of the road, it wasn't as forbidding as I had possibly expected and I managed to take the necessary photographs. I would have liked to have investigated further but the rain was so heavy that there was little option than to return to Salzburg and take to the Paracelsus sauna again to warm up.
For whatever reason, glorious weather was back the next day (and my last full day) when I went back to Ebensee to travel on the Feuerkogel cable car for the first time in sixteen years. I had managed to book a slightly reduced price ticket online although it had become a slight epic.

I travelled part of the way back by train via the spa town of Bad Ischl and had to run in Gosau to make a very tight connection. That was it for essentially another trip and, the following day, one benefit of travelling with British Airways was a later departure from Salzburg than easyJet would have been. It meant a more leisurely journey back at a decent time and, although trains were cancelled in both Austria and England, I was still home at the time I hoped to be. There will always be an excuse to return to this part of Austria and I doubt that it will be that long before I am back.