Switzerland – Day 4

The second morrow began with a more than gigantic ball of flame rising from the maw of the earth. It was the sun.  We knew a gargantuan trek lay ahead,  a trek from which only a few of us would return unscathed.  Her name was Almagelleralp.

We left the safety of the campsite and started a precarious ascent to the summit in what the locals called Hóssebúrger.  Then we strolled back.

David Barron