One of the most breathtaking places I’ve ever visited is Switzerland, and not just because of the high altitude.
How can someplace be so wild and rugged…
…and yet so tidy and tame and settled?
You can take an escalator to the top of the mountain…
…and just when you think you’re alone in the most remote place in the world…
…you stumble upon a chalet where you can buy a cup of Ovaltine.
Or you hear cowbells and realize you are not alone after all.
When you’re looking straight up at the sky, where no mountain ought to be–surprise!–you realize it’s just playing peek-a-boo from behind the clouds.
We went for a hike, but the landscape seemed so domestic that we felt we should really call it a stroll.
We stopped to make a friend or two along the way.
And belted out the words to The Sound of Music because…why not?
Unlike the deliberate and well-defined cable car ride up to our little village, there was no clear threshold, no magic doorway from domestic to wild. The landscape changed so gradually we hardly noticed.
No cowbells here.
And then a shroud of mist descended so swiftly.
The path was obscured and maps were useless.
We couldn’t see the landmarks described in the guidebook.
It would soon be dark. We had no choice but to put one foot ahead of the other…
…accept the mystery and try to enjoy the adventure…
…And trust that sooner or later we would get where we were going.
All images and words copyright Naomi Baltuck.