Close to the edge. The weather forecast is good, it's nearly night, and in front of me is a bit of flat lawn. I decide to camp here. A few meters behind the tent it goes about 100 m vertically down into the Inn canyon. With -8°C the night becomes colder than expected, but I survive it with warm feet. But my drinking water froze by my side. And the tarptent is covered with hoar frost on the inside in the morning, I will have to raise it again later for drying.