
At the top ready to go
As part of my Fab Fifty Life, I am committed to doing and seeing things only a few short years ago I would never have even considered. I am committed to being a person who is open and aware and living everyday as if it’s my last.Today, we did that – by climbing down the Schilthorn in Switzerland.
Carefully crossing the snowy patchesWe left our warm and cozy bed at Olle and Maria’s Bed and Breakfast in Gimmelwald, Switzerland, in time to make the first cable car at 7:30am to the top of the peak of the Schilthorn. The weather was spectacular and our host Olle insisted we go as early as possible, as the peak often fogs in shortly after sunrise and he didn’t want us to miss the window to enjoy climbing down the Schilthorn in Switzerland.
We were at the top by 8am and enjoyed a wonderful breakfast in the revolving restaurant before making our way around the viewing areas. We could literally see for miles and miles and it was glorious.
But now the true test was about to begin. Did I have it in me to climb down the Schilthorn in Switzerland? To hike down from the 9700 foot peak to 4100 foot low point? Well, we were going to find out.
Bring It!We began the hike at 8:45am. Temperature at the top was at freezing. I was wearing a stocking cap and gloves, two shirts and a coat. Within 15 minutes I took off the coat and gloves and within an hour the hat. The first 2 hours were treacherous. Hiking along a sheer cliff on loose shale was nerve-wracking. Climbing hand and foot over giant boulders was exasperating, crossing a slippery patch of snow with nothing to do but go down down if you fell was pee-my-pants frightening. Crossing under a waterfall and through a raging creek was tricky. We were learning quickly that climbing down the Schilthorn in Switzerland is not for the faint of heart.

Me and my BFF – the hubs
Every step you need to calculate. Concentrating constantly, I had to remind myself to stop and look around and enjoy the remarkable view. It truly is stunning, and the photos just don’t do it justice. We noticed the peak and the viewing area was now fogged in. We were so glad we took Olle’s advice and started so early!

Beer Break!
After about 2 and a half hours we reached Rotstockhutte, a midway hostel facility for hikers. Here we put our feet up and had a beer before heading on down through hundreds of grazing cows with giant cowbells and miles of meadows of wildflowers. Down, down we went, through forests and rivers until we reached Gimmelwald and our Bed and Breakfast at 3:45pm, 7 hours after we had begun climbing down the Schilthorn in Switzerland.
It’s difficult to describe an experience like this. At the top as we started I had a tightness in my chest. I couldn’t decide if it was the altitude making it hard for me to breathe or if I was having a slight panic attack as I looked at the “trail” (it’s a stretch to call it that) laying ahead of me.

Moo. Swiss Cows are so sweet
My husband, always with me and my companion in all things, kept my pace and encouraged me throughout. After awhile you start to get the hang of the steep parts, how best to place your poles, your foot, your body weight. We talked through certain areas when we had to negotiate the best path. It was a team effort.
I enjoyed today, and the past four days, visiting this remarkable area of Switzerland. But I know I will not be back. So, I look around now and am thankful we received this remarkable weather today so we could do this remarkable hike and experience this remarkable once in a lifetime moment; starting on top of the world and climbing down the Schilthorn in Switzerland.











good to stop and really absorb our own reality.
in our Fabulous Fifties our bodies did not fail us. It was about day 12 when one morning I got up to get ready to go and my body acknowledged it. I think that morning my body said “Oh – I get it. You intend to do this long walk EVERY day. Okay now I understand. I can do that. Let’s go.”
people it is who tackle a Camino walk. We met some fascinating people from all over the world, many who will live in our memories forever. I can’t think of any other experience we have ever had where it included so many people from so many cultures speaking so many languages but all sharing the same goal. That was a wonderful and inspiring lesson- one our world leaders should learn. We are all in this together.
that down.
experience and what this milestone means. But in the meantime, our Grand Adventure goes on. We have planes to catch and new adventures ahead.
weeks, then a quick five days in India and a week in Bangladesh visiting our friend Natalie before flying to the Maldives for almost a month. We plan to relax and do nothing here.

























for loved ones who have died on the trail. It happens more than you might think. So arriving at the iron cross means many things to many people and we certainly felt the healing power there.












wondering if it will include vegetables.
gotta go.