I wrote too much in my last two trip reports. I will keep this one short. The third and last of my backpacking in Switzerland, in between visiting family.
This was the most difficult trip for me. My arms and neck had a nasty blistery rash from a sun allergy. It was still in the low 90's but at least not as humid. I tried to keep as covered as I could …
The scenery was beautiful. Hardly anyone out there. Steep snowfields that made me a little uneasy. Some turning around due to lightning . Some turning around due to diffilculty of terrain and too much snow.
Some feelings of loneliness and even sadness. But also feeling strong and able to keep going up and up and not needing to rest, strong legs, good lungs.
Some of the most beautiful wildflowers I have seen.
A reminder of how tiny we are, which is always a most comforting thought to me.
A couple of mountain goats.
A nice swim in a lake.
A glacier ( Plaine Morte).
I took a screen shot of Google earth and then drew with the Doodle App…
I started at Lenk and ended up at Sierre three days later.

The flowers…

I passed the Iffigensee and tried to go up the Schnidehorn …

Scree…..


But there was too much snow, melting fast, so I changed toward the Niesehorn.
And the lake after I came back around

And again

Next day up toward Rawilpass , looking back …

Up and up. This day my elevation gain was first up 3000 feet, then down about 2000 and then up almost 6000. This in 90 degrees, wearing a poly stretchy shirt ( all I had with me) to protect my blistery arms and neck.


Rawilseeleni

Then I stopped taking pictures for a while. I was having a hard time being alone at this point in the trip. I wrote down a lot of what I was feeling and thinking…
I was heading to the Wetzsteinhoch but after scrambling to the closer Rorsteinbach and experiencing some foot wide "trail" where one small mistake would be it, and no cable either…,I turned around and then struggled mentally and emotionally with my options from there. I ruled out going back down and finally pulled it together and headed toward the Wildstrubel, almost made it and then down to the Plain Morte glacier.




The thought that my time in these mountains was soon over was definitively part of the difficulty I had.
I came back wanting more and feeling strong and sadly aware that I don't have enough time to do nearly as much of this as I would like.

