Here is a report on our next two days of hiking, starting with the toughest walk of the week in my opinion, the "Three Summits". The difficulty wasn't really the terrain, but the fact that it was a hot sunny day, and except for the start and finish, we had no shade. But we're rough and rugged walkers, we naturist hikers! We had an excellent day.
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This was a warm day, and even though it was near the start, a pond tempted some people! |  |
After some climbing in the open, we came to a water trough. |  |
Some people couldn't resist that either! |
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Then we had more climbing. |  |
Finally we reached a peak, where we had lunch and greeted textile hikers. |  |
Chantal does yoga when she has the time, and an inspiring location. |
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There was a cross on the peak, and we gathered for a group picture. |  |
I didn't participate, but I got this picture with other people's cameras in self-timer mode. |  |
Then we moved on toward the next peak. |
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Here's Milt, while I was lying down in the long grass. |  |
There was a fine view up there. |  |
It was so good that people didn't know which way to point their cameras! |
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Milt's favorite pose. |  |
All these peaks seem to have crosses on them. |  |
Just a view through the grass. |
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Over the knife edge ridge to the next peak. |  |
We walked in different sections—nobody was going to get lost. |  |
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The mountains make us feel very small. |  |
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The final peak, of course with a cross on it. |
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A last chance for pictures with a view. |  |
Then we start the descent into the valley. |  |
We passed a farm, where nobody took much interest in us, especially the one in the barn. |
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We passed a farm, where nobody took much interest in us, especially the one in the barn. |  |
A chance for a rest in some shade, before we reached the end. |  |
A holdup on the way back to the hut—farmers were working late to bring hay in, with a forecast of rain. |
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Back at the hut, we thank the smart person who put beer in the water trough! |  |
Re-hydration, a daily ritual. |  |
Pork chops with peaches for dinner! |
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Another day, and we passed an alm, a seasonal mountainside farm. The farm family was friendly and curious. |  |
Then the path led up toward a small lake. |  |
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Naturally, a swim was called for. |  |
Then there was a rain shower, but it turned out to be very brief. |
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Back down to the alm. |  |
Yes, John-Paul, we're going your way. |  |
And how pleasant, another pond! |
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Of course, another swim. |  |
Down the path again, and no! Don't step there, Lim! |  |
Lim with bruised limb, on we go. |
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Then the rain really arrived! |  |
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Ralph with the mist behind him. |
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But as it turned out, the rain didn't last long. |  |
We finished on a dry road. |  |
And finally, a rest on the lawn. |
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Chantal's memory of her husband. He used to bring pine cones back from his travels. |  |
That evening, we had more local delicacies, and Horst talked about his home region, Waldeck, “The last dukedom in Germany”. |  |
Roger and Verena brought some Swiss items. |
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Horst had some liqueur from home, which got a mixed reception. The “red stuff” was more popular than the “green stuff”. |  |
The evening ended with some naturist pictures from Europe and America, but all the commentary had to be in three langauges, so it was slow. |  |
A little extra hydration helped. |
