Zurich, Switzerland - Spring is coming to Switzerland in fits and spurts. The arrival of spring is more dramatic here compared to our native California, at least with respect to daylight and temperature. At this latitude (47.3769 degrees North), we get a mere 8.5 hours of sunlight in December. Now that we're in March, we can expect close to 12 hours a day, and in April, we'll get 13.67 hours. The temperatures have increased haltingly. We're in the period now where we oscillate rapidly in the course of a week from a pleasant 55-60 degrees Fahrenheit to a less-than-ideal 35-40 degrees Fahrenheit (usually coupled with rain). Though the deciduous trees remain barren, small flowers - like snowdrops - have begun to sprout up here and there.
Thus our time for snowshoeing is drawing to a close and so H and I have been venturing into the Alps each weekend to make the most of our few remaining opportunities.
Stoos
Stoos is a resort village / mountain in the canton Schwyz (neither of these places is pronounced the way you might think). You arrive at Stoos via a steep alpine funicular railway (it is apparently the world's steepest funicular). The cars of the tram are actually circles that that rotate as the slope of the track changes. This allows the passenger to always be seated upright rather than at an angle. I'm sure I'm explaining this poorly, so I've included a video of it below.
Initially, our hike got off to a poor start because H's sunglasses were not in the backpack. The precise reason why the sunglasses failed to make their way from the central console of the rental car and into the backpack are unclear. What is clear is that it was and still is my fault. Anyway, the initial part of the hike involved several instances of one or the other of us trying to hike off in a huff in big floppy snow shoes to show our dissatisfaction with the other.
Once we got over that, we decided Stoos was lovely. The hike was a gentle descent in the beginning, followed by a solid climb in the middle, followed by an aggressive descent in which ended up tumbling or butt-sliding most of our way down a ~50m slope. The slope took it's toll: H ended up with a modestly sprained ankle, I cut up my hand, and my dignity suffered grievously as a Swiss woman laughed uproariously when I tumbled down the hill.
Engelberg
Engelberg is a village in Obwalden at the base of the Mt. Titlis (a name that provided much fodder for my puerile sense of humor). We visited Engelberg with good friends Ben and Laura to do a short 4km hike around the Truebsee, a high alpine lake.
The day was particularly warm and sunny and so we ended up shedding layers as we hiked over rolling the rolling hills. At the end of the hike we were parched and so we planted ourselves in a sunny patch of snow and enjoyed a few beers we had bought at mountain hut.
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