When I was a little girl, my uncle lived in Switzerland. One on visit, my grandmother returned home with the dreaded Swiss outfits. But on another, the gifts were more popular and included a cuckoo clock for my sister. The little bird came out every hour and cheerfully announced the time.
Earlier this month we were in Switzerland and I discovered that when you get high enough into the Alps, say 6,000 feet or so, you can hear the real thing–cuckoo birds. At first I thought that maybe some farmhouse had its windows open and I was hearing a clock.
But one look at the scenery convinced me that it was the real bird.
Those three peaks you see there are the most famous in the Bernese Oberland–the area we were based in for far too short a time. From left to right they are the Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau and they were our companions as we hiked from Allmendhubel to Grutschalp.
My usual European vacations involves a lot of churches, castles and cathedrals. But not this one. This trip was all about the scenery and the walking.
This particular hike was all downhill.
Another was mostly uphill.
But, funnily enough, they end the same way.
There’s lots more to show and tell, just working out the best sequence.
But here’s one last look–the view from our hotel room in Wengen.