Bike paths for days. Literally.
The last bit of sunlight on Alpine Route 1 before we got swallowed by mountain mist and started searching for a wild campsite.
We could hear the cowbells as we ate this homemade yogurt, made with local Swiss milk.
We hiked up a bit to find this perfect wild campsite.
Map studying. And contemplating how a life so simple can feel so full.
We watched the town go to sleep before we did the same.
Thank you so much Beth, for this post. It is a lovely way to experience the beauty without being there.
Thank you, Alison! So glad you enjoyed it. We miss you!