Now that summer has “officially” begun – at least for me – I feel compelled to take a moment and look back on Spring 2017. I would describe it as a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Let me say, that mid-life crisis thing is REAL! One thing that is contributing to some of the emotional ups and downs is that we are house-hunting which, in my limited experience, seems to bring out both the best and worst, the most positive and negative outlook on life. In me, at least! Not that I’m of the mindset that a house “defines” a person, but, oh, maybe that’s a topic for another day. Continue reading “Spring highlights”
I know, I know! I am one of those people who abandoned my blog for, quite literally, months. I have something of a defense for the “blog” inertia. I associate the summer months with road trips, biking, hiking, hanging out with family and friends, reading good books, drinking (probably too much), the occasional sunburn, and, in general, a different pace. While this summer did present a some of the above, in many ways, “twas the summer of our discontent”. Michael’s bike accident and the fall-out from that left me (well, both of us, really) feeling deeply uncertain, frightened and frustrated about our life, and I had zero desire to touch on those issues via the interwebs. And, while we did enjoy aspects of our summer, I just couldn’t stomach presenting a polly-anna version of our life, because, to be frank, so much of it sucked. Yes, we both looked at the bright side (“You only have a fractured pelvis and a bad concussion. So lucky!”), but we also stressed and worried about the recovery process and our future. Continue reading “Fall awakening”
s, happy November? I sound like a broken record as I repeat “Time is flying”, but it IS. We have just over a month remaining for the program, which seems incredibly short. And, ski season begins tomorrow. I cannot wait – although I’m also nervous about it!
In addition to feeling SOME trepidation about skiing (will I make a fool of myself in front of a group of 16-year-olds?!), I’m also sad to see that the official hiking season for our group has come to an end. To back up, the program is split between hiking season and ski season. For hiking season, we have 4 classes in a row and then a ‘break’ in the middle of the day, during which there are 4 activity blocks: long hike, short hike, climbing, and geology lab. Teachers and students are pretty busy during the activity blocks – while I did have one free block a week (thanks to no Geo Lab), I spent the other afternoons on the trails or climbing. I actually ‘led’ the hikes, and I use quotations because, especially at the beginning, I lacked the knowledge of the area to do anything that resembled leading.
However, as the weeks passed, I did get to know the mountains and trails around the Zermatt area and discovered some favorites, especially as the weather changed and the leaves turned from green to golden, the larch trees in particular. While we did not have time for an all-day hiking experience, fitting in a 3-4 hour hike in the middle of the day was equal parts exhilarating and exhausting, especially when we had to return and teach (plus change from hiking clothes to something more… professional – that was the WORST!). For the hikes, some we would walk the entire time, others we would take a train or chairlift up and then hike, or we would hike up and take the chair lift or train down. I am a huge fan of hiking up and taking some form of transportation down – it certainly helped my knees stay happy and healthy! In recent weeks, there were a few “oh shit” moments – when you realized that the schedule changed or that the lift wasn’t running anymore. But the hikes were really amazing, and there were times when maybe I didn’t *feel* like hiking as I set out, but then I would catch a glimpse of the Matterhorn or take a lunch break in a beautiful spot or grab a mug of hot chocolate at the end of the hike and… How could I complain?
I really enjoyed getting back into hiking (if you couldn’t tell). In recent years, that is an activity that I haven’t really made time for, with everything else (ahem – triathlon), and I’ve appreciated the opportunity to spend so much time outside this fall, exploring these trails, and doing so at a different pace from the swim/bike/run world. While I have my Garmin here, I decided that I didn’t want to track time, distance and elevation for the hikes – I wanted to focus on the act of walking, of putting on the pack, finding the right trail (that was a challenge at times) and meandering for a bit. There were plenty of days when I was tired, worried about the next class, felt behind on grading, but those concerns faded once we were on the trail. Leading a group definitely pushed me outside of my comfort zone too. I felt responsible not only for the students’ safety but also for their experience. Were we going to fast or too slow, had they already explored this trail before, would we return with too much time or too little time, how was the conversation, was anyone left out? Fortunately, most of the hikes and the groups were great!
In addition to hiking, as I said, climbing was another scheduled activity, and, again, I enjoyed it but always felt somewhat ‘on edge’ when we climbed. Maybe if we had gone climbing more often or if I had learned more techniques, I would eventually have developed confidence on the rock. This wasn’t the very first time that I had climbed, but it was the first time in many years. Also, as I discovered, climbing in the Alps – with Swiss guides – differs from climbing with guides in the States. The Swiss guides are way more impatient with their students/clients and will often hurry you along. This is not, by the way, a complaint but an observation. Mind you, they were trying to corral a large group, so I understand that they needed us to hit a certain pace, but I do think that Swiss guides have a different.. perspective from climbing guides in the US? At any rate, the climbing season ended for me with the via ferrata climb here in Zermatt. For most of our other climbs, the guides really set the pace but we were roped together, climbing different routes around Riffelhorn. For the via ferrata, a fixed cable route, we didn’t depend on the guides, which was great, but it was a long day of climbing – we were probably on the rock/climbing for several hours. There wasn’t anything as technical as what we had climbed previously, but there were some challenging sections – not technically so, but from a physical standpoint, especially sections when we were climbing up these rather sketchy ladders. Ultimately, I finished, and as I look back, it was an accomplishment. What was hard was that I couldn’t appreciate it at the time – it seemed that I had to stay SO focused on each moment and each section that I lost the sense of a ‘bigger picture’. Once I arrived at the top – and I was so happy to finish! – I looked down at Zermatt and felt that I deserved a pat on the back. I would love to climb the via ferrata again so that I could appreciate the experience a bit more.
We’ve also said farewell to weekend activities, such as bike trips and hiking overnights. After enjoying a more passive chaperoning role for much of the fall, I had to take on more of a lead role for the last overnight hike I did to Leukerbad, the highest spa town in Europe – meaning, I carried the maps and, a bigger deal, all of the cash. I was nervous about getting lost and/or going to slow and missing our train on Saturday. Fortunately, neither of those happened, nor did I lose the 2,000 Swiss Francs that I had stuffed in an envelope in my backpack.
For the hike, Friday was a travel/enjoy the “spa” day – we arrived in Leukerbad around 3:00, hit up Migros, one of the 2 Swiss grocery stores that we’ve all come to love (the other one is Coop – pronounced “Co-op”), for Saturday’s supplies – bread and nutella, mainly. We had some time to hang out in the thermal baths, which were pretty funny and just seemed so stereotypical European. No nudity, but lots of older people hanging out in the baths for therapeutic reasons.
After we enjoyed a ridiculous dinner on Friday night (pizza and ice cream for everyone!) and an impressive breakfast spread, we hit the trail around 8:00 am. That was perfect because I promptly led us through a field that was not the trail but a cow pasture. Ahem. So, we retraced our steps and started over again, this time, on the trail! We hiked from Leukerbad to Montana (the same town where we finished the Rawil Pass hike). It was a long day on the trail, and I would have enjoyed the experience more if I hadn’t been so worried about timing and whether we were following the right trail or not. The trail system in Switzerland is wonderful, and I love the yellow signs that indicate where certain landmarks are, but, even with a map, it isn’t always 100% clear. This was a lovely hike – it felt like a nice, fall day and we were able to spend the entire time outside. Talk about luck! Although, I didn’t complain when we finally arrived in Montana, an hour earlier than scheduled, and I could switch my boots for regular shoes and take a load off.
Again, we made it safely to Montana which was something of a relief to me, as I was happy to be off trail after a long day on my feet, and I looked forward to shedding my responsibility for the group. Despite that constant anxiety, I appreciated the opportunity to, once again, spend a beautiful Saturday in a part of the world that I’d never visited before.
Perhaps that is what I’ve enjoyed most about this entire experience – the sense of discovery as I travel to places that, just a few weeks ago, weren’t even a part of my vocabulary. Before traveling to Leukerbad, I didn’t know it existed, and now I can reflect back on that night I spent there and the hike that followed. The same can be said about the places around Zermatt that have become common-place – Sunnegga, Blauherd, Furi, Zmutt, Zum-See, Schwarzsee, Edelweiss… In one way or another, these little dots on a topo map have helped form my experience in Zermatt.
I know, I know, any reference to The Sound of Music is a bit off, since we’re comparing Austria to Switzerland, apples to oranges – or maybe apples to pears? But, the Alps are the Alps, and with the rolling hills in abundance, I can’t help but think of certain songs. It doesn’t help that our students (mainly the girls, not so much the boys who are running around grunting and saying things like “Testosterone!” – seriously) often break out in a Sound of Music chorus. Well, when they aren’t singing “High School Musical” pieces.
So, weekends usually start for us at 12:00 pm on Friday afternoon. That sounds great, but we have back-to-back classes, so we really do put in a full day of work before we depart for the weekend’s activities. Last weekend, everyone split into 3 groups, each group going to a different destination. I was with the Iffigenalp group which was to hike up to Rawil Pass. Now, I should say that organizing these trips is an intricate process. Our group took 2 different trains, from Zermatt to Lenk and then we started our hike there, but other groups had a bus ride after the train. Needless to say, I was happy about starting the hike on Friday, from Lenk to Iffigenalp. It wasn’t a long or hard hike, just a few hours, but it definitely set the scene as we hiked through woods, stopped for a waterfall and made our way to a lovely valley.
Pretty crazy, right? I always thought that Yosemite was IT, but, honestly, I’ve now seen so many amazing places in Switzerland that Yosemite almost (almost, not quite) seems… average?
For the evening, we stayed in a barn. Seriously… There weren’t animals in it, but that might be the only redeeming quality or characteristic of said barn. Quaint, it was. Maybe.It’s hard to see, but honestly, that’s a barn. I wouldn’t have minded it so much, except that I spent the COLDEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE there. I slept under 4 blankets, fully clothed (hat and mittens on) and was still freezing. Not the greatest night of my life, plus, I got to share it with about 15 of my closes friends, 13 of them being adolescent girls.
Fortunately, breakfast was great (I love the Swiss breakfasts, which basically consist of carbs and more carbs). We loaded up, which was amazing because our dinner the night before was huge, but we did need to prepare for a long day ahead. If I had known how long, I probably wouldn’t have even started because we ended up hiking around 19-20 miles in one day! The beginning of the hike was tough – a big push up Rawil Pass from Iffingenalp, but I loved the ascent and the pass itself afforded us some spectacular views.
The hike up to the pass was a challenge, but definitely not “impossible” by any means, and then the views were well worth any effort that we’d put in as we made our way up, up, up. We ate a lunch that consisted of lots of bread, peanut butter, nutella, fruit, snickers and more bread and peanut butter, looking down upon Lac Azur as we munched. Not a bad rest stop! Once we’d refueled, we began the long descent, which took the better part of the day, really. We probably walked from 1:00 pm – 6:00 pm, and by the time we arrived in Montana (seriously), my feet were beat. The rest of me felt okay, but I couldn’t wait to get out of my boots! The trip down was pretty awesome too, so I really shouldn’t complain!
I swear, it all looks so fake – total green screen, right? And we also some cows along the way… They are ubiquitous.
So, that was a pretty fantastic trip. And then, this past weekend, I got to return to the Bernese Oberland area to mountain bike with a very small group – 5 kids, 3 adults. I liked the teacher to student ratio! This past weekend was the first time that students could choose their weekend activity, and a very few, daring souls opted for the mountain bike trip. It ended up being one of the best groups of girls (yep, all girls) that I could have imagined. They were funny, at times super giggly, but also really game to tackle what was a LONG, hard ride.
We started on Friday, taking the train to Interlacken, Switzerland, where we picked up bikes and started our trip – biking to Lauterbrunnen and then catching the train to Wengen. Switzerland really is an amazing place to get around via bike – most drivers are biker-friendly and the trains allow you to transport your bike very easily. We spent the night in Wengen, a pretty quiet little place in the Jungfrau Region, and after a huge dinner and a good breakfast (yes, there is a pattern to Friday night/Saturday morning), we set off Saturday morning, heading to Klein Scheidegg. It was a rough trip up – so much fun, but a lot of pushing the bike rather than biking. Once we got to the top of Klein Scheidegg, we could sort of make out the legendary “Three Sisters”: Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau, although they were mainly in the clouds. We could, however, hear the glaciers cracking and falling – it was intense!
The ride was pretty intense – my Garmin ended up dying on me because I hadn’t charged it, but in an 18 mile stretch, apparently we climbed 7,000 feet. Wowsa! That made me feel better about walking the bike. Also, this was my first time ever mountain biking! I was super nervous, to be honest, but it was definitely sink or swim, and I figured that I at least had biking experience. A lot of the girls really didn’t, so it was a “suck it up and deal with it” moment. As for the biking – we were on these super heavy bikes, mine had terrible shifting issues, it was kind of terrifying, but I really loved it. Honestly, I think that I might have found a new sport (sorry Michael!). It was challenging in a different way from road biking, but I felt that the rewards were just huge. For this trip, at least, we could see so much of the countryside and experience the beauty in a way that I often don’t when road biking. The other awesome aspect about both of these weekends, but especially the bike trip, was that it felt like fall! I can’t remember the last time I experienced a “fall”!
While the climbs were so tough, the long descents and the amazing views were totally worth it. At times, a bit terrifying, as we navigated around buses and cars and even a tractor or two. But we were able to stop and smell the roses, or admire the waterfalls!
I hate to repeat time and again the “I’m so lucky” mantra, but, honestly, I am incredibly grateful to have this opportunity. I know that this sounds cheesy, and the experience isn’t even over so maybe it’s premature to make an audacious statement, but I do think that this experience has expanded my idea of what’s possible or what’s acceptable in terms of my life. In the meantime, I do have some papers to grade (really, I’m working!) and tomorrow’s hike to plan!