jumpingfish

So yes, I was the pokey little puppy on that hike down the mountain. And yes, Jerry and Gabrielle and Trudy had to repeatedly wait for me, which admittedly they did with sincere smiles on their faces. Yet every time they waited, I would fall behind again, because, well… because.

Epic, you say? There should have been bread pudding, you say? I agree. There should’ve been. For all we know, there probably was bread pudding the next night. They know comfort food at Sardonahütte. But there was no bread pudding the night we were there, which was no real loss, because we made prompt bee […]

After the hike up to Sardonahütte from Vättis, we were a little bit cold, a little bit wet (and I was massively sweaty). I suppose if it had been earlier in the summer rather than September, it might have been warmer, and we might have found it pleasant to relax outside taking in the view, […]

Moooooooaaaaaaa, my brother texted me. Now to understand this, you must understand my brother… or rather you must understand us, which you probably don’t. At least my guess is that you don’t know what he meant. So I will translate. He was making cow sounds in response to that story that involved cows. But I […]

So there we were, halfway from St. Martin to Sardonahütte. We were ready to go. So we followed Jerry as he opened the gate that led from the forest out into the cow pasture where cow bells clanged around the necks of contented Swiss cows grazing in the alpine meadows about us. And we began […]