February 13: Ho hum, it's Blüemberg again. You decide to tag along because your friends suggested it, but you've been there before and you couldn't remember much that was interesting about it. You got up at 5am in the grey city and you dragged your ski-touring kit down to the station to get the 6-something train. Then a little cable-car takes you above the fog deck - and what is this place? That has to be the Lidernen hut, but never did it look like this before...
Lucky you accepted the invitation, or you would have missed out on the drumlin terrain ...
... the sleeping hummocks (what's under that snow?)....
... the view opening out as you climb higher...
... that noonday climb towards the cirrus...
... the view out over forever ...
... somewhere there was a summit ...
... then skiing down past this misplaced mesa ...
... but, no, we must still be in Switzerland.
Turning down that invitation would have been a mistake. Thanks, Andreas...
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