Last weekend I tried to escape the heat. First a couple of hours on an air-conditioned train, then up in the mountains. I took the cable car up to Eggishorn (2926 moh), almost to the summit.
The trail to the very top was narrow and steep, and my equipment was not the best, so I decided to head down instead. My fear of height did get a challenge, though.
I spent the time walking, enjoying the nice, fresh air, taking my time, thinking, listening to the bells from animals grazing.
The village, Fiesch, was also nice. It had narrow streets, bridges and stone walls. There were twochurches, one in the very center with the grave yard surrounding one part, narrow and elevated above street level. The river ran hastily and fought against the walls protecting the village. And there were flowers almost everywhere.