Off to “who knows where”.
This year has been dedicated (by me, myself and I) as one of spontaneity so when a friend decided that the weather was good – "let’s go" – I thought: why not?
Through France, turn right into Switzerland, through a valley very similar to that of my childhood (Salinas Valley, CA), up the mountain pass and here we are on the Simplon Pass:
Although only the beginning of April, at 2’000 meters the snow is already very much in the distance, the sun shining its last rays on the top peaks.
|sun on the vineyards in the valley|
|Bridge spanning the valley after Brig: the old Napoleon one is just beyond it.|
|Last rays of sun near the Simplon Pass|
On the way I learned that we were headed for Itlay - first stop the Simplon Pass at 2'005 meters and overnight in Simplon Dorf (the village of Simplon for those who don't want to have to used a translator: the next few blogs are going to be full of pitfalls for those who only speak English as I will be using German, French and Italian names and expressions).
Dinner of a typical Swiss croûte au fromage (cheese crusts just doesn’t quite cut it as far as delicious sounding), but the discovery of the evening was the old leather-bound book containing the records of clients begun back in 1910! I was astonished as to how many Americans had gotten that far, groups, individuals, then there were the quick drawings from some who had used the Fletschhorn Hotel as a base for training. All in all amazing.
|Le livre des étrangers (book of foreigners)|
|Started in 1910 some of the first visitors were from the USA|
|Many groups stopped here either for a meal or to sleep.|
The saga will continue over several blogs.