Earlier this month, my Mom and Dad came to visit Martin and I in Switzerland for a week. They had just finished a week long cruise along the Danube from Budapest to Nuremberg with my Aunty Jo and Uncle Dan, where they drank good wine, ate many sausages, explored old cities and, unfortunately, contracted a cold virus. Despite this, and with the help of some strong, Canadian cold and flu medication, we were able to fit in some serious Swiss adventures.
Since I’d spent much of the summer hiking in the Jungfrau Region by myself, I thought it would be great to bring my parents and Martin up to the same mountains. We set out early on Sunday morning and arrived in Grindelwald at noon. From there we took the train up to Kleine Scheidegg and hiked up to the starting point of the Lauberhorn and then back down to Wengernalp. This past ski season was the first time Martin was able to ski the Lauberhorn and he was excited to see it in the summer months. He’s also convinced me to try it from the start this season (I met up with him half way down last season).
The weather was gorgeous, the sun melting the remains of snow from a storm the week before. It was awesome to be able to share this experience with the most important people in my life.