Switzerland: Part 3 | Mountain Huts

If you have read my previous Switzerland posts, you are probably asking yourself why on Earth would anyone WANT to sleep on the ground–anywhere! Good question! I don’t WANT to sleep on the ground–anywhere! So you will understand my under-stated joy at finding a clean, comfortable, off-the-ground bed high up in the Alps:

Another time we hiked up a trail in the Swiss Alps consisting of at least a zillion rock stair-steps. 

After several miles we came to a mountain hut.  These huts are run by volunteers, bless ‘em!, who usually devote a week of their vacation to cook and clean for hikers.  While Dave and Lieve wanted to stay in their tent, Mike and I jumped at the chance to take a hot shower and sleep in a bed.  Of course, we used the excuse of saying it would be good for us to experience hut life, not wanting our friends to think we were soft or undisciplined.  They, of course, wholeheartedly agreed, not showing any signs that they thought we might be lacking.  So, stay, we did.  And the next night, too.

During our stay, we took one of the most awesome day hikes ever.  I won’t bother describing the ups and downs, as that is a given, and having arrived at our highest point on the circular route and looking down at the speck that was our two story alpine hut, I wouldn’t want to dissuade you from trying your own hand at hiking the Alps. 

You probably think I mean that figuratively, but, really, there were times I literally used my hands. But that might really dissuade you, so let me say how cool it was to walk over crystal-specked rocks and through oregano ground cover.  Honest.  You think I’m making the oregano part up, but I’m not. 

One might expect oregano in the Italian Alps, but we were in Switzerland.  I couldn’t imagine why I kept smelling spaghetti sauce until I stooped to investigate.  There it was beneath my feet.  Yum!  Guess what I wanted for dinner that night. 

Also along many of the trails were wild strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, full of the intense flavors of alpine living.  Yum!  Yum!  Or more like a 5-star Yum!  As a not even recovering fruit-a-holic, I gleefully gleaned my way through the Alps.

Thank you again for joining me in The Sweet Life!

While I miss my good ‘ole California fresh fruit at its ripest when I am away, I will happily substitute it for good ‘ole Swiss Alps fresh fruit!

And while I miss my good ‘old California King bed at its softest, I will happily substitute it for a good ‘ole Swiss Alps Mountain Hut bed!

As long as I can’t have what I want, I might as well want what I have!

How about you? What do you have that you want?

Sweet!

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