Just when I thought it was all over, and that it would be a calm and slow day beside the Brienzersee and a walk through Beatenberg, which sits above the Thunersee, I found myself in the mountains again.
The mountains pull me. It’s an unsettling experience, more than a feeling and greater than cognition, something which unsettles me and stirs things up, and forces a recognition and than adumbration and then sadness, confusion, and flat out overwhelming joy.
So it was up by Luftseilbahn to the Niederhorn. From there, on the ridge, we had views of two steep valleys, and many mountains, including Schreckhorn, Wetterhorn, Eiger, Monch, and Jungfrau. Nothing short of shocking.
A lunch mid way down at a little restaurant beside a stable.
Through the forest and to the road that defines Beatenberg. The rains came. Then hail. It was nothing short of a marvel.