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"Swiss Alpine Pass Route"
Höhtürli Route, Day 9 manqué
failed signally to complete the planned Höhtürli Route in the allotted
8 days for the Swiss Alpine Pass Route, the July 1999
hikers disbanded to resume their own lives however futile they may be, but Former
ACS President Pirri determined to put the question to the test before
winter closed in utterly. So in October 1999, two members of the former
party took to the muddy hills again, in the most horrifying torrential rains Switzerland
had seen in WEEKS.
Pirri himself, in a bitter but determined mood, instructed the other member(s)
of the expedition on the tolerance for mud that would be required if success were
to be within our grasp. Whilst he was speaking, the other member(s) of the
expedition were nodding happily and eating chocolate and a sausage.
Former President Pirri,
on the point of losing patience with the expedition stragglers. We all took
the bit in the teeth and pushed on in a vigorous manner.
Pirri! Don't just leave us! We're doing the best we can. Here, have some chocolate.
Have some sausage!"
Ooops, there's the
top. And the cold rain has let up, however briefly. Time to start up
the mantra, maybe we'll get through this in the same incarnation.
getting closer and closer, and look! there're some people trying to get down. Bet
they're happier right now than we are.
boy. Finally made it to Blümlisalphütte, 100m above Höhtürli,
dipping and dancing among the most astonishing glaciers, jumbled and piled up
all on top of one another. Wet and cold, but that's okay, for a while.
smiles almost beatifically, whilst striving to hold up the side of the Blümlisalp
Hütte in the chilly rain.
you to the French gentleman who snapped this group photo and then dropped our
camera down in the rocks. "Ce n'est pas grave, monsieur."
view from the Cabane back down to Höhtürli (bottom center), with the Lake of Thun
in the upper right.
back down towards the Lake of Thun, just west of Dr Peck's elbow one can see a
comfortable BENCH tucked in under the cliffs, where ascending passersby can catch
their breaths and consult their Baedekers, and then take their chances on getting
to the top of this scenic mess without cardiac arrest or a core meltdown.
and suggestions are welcome if positive, resented if negative, .
All rights reserved, all wrongs avenged. Posted 24 October 1999, revised 4 April
2008, 31 May 2013.