This was one of those trips, you guys. I don’t know if it’s because we found the most perfectly remote ski town or because Mark’s parents joined us or because of the magic of mountains — most likely all of it! — but It. Was. Incredible.
We took a short flight from Germany to meet Mark’s parents in Zurich who rode the train(s) with us the rest of the way. Somebody sure was glad to see them! We had enough train transfers with only a minute or two in between to make anyone nervous. This is number three of five. They were such troopers as we power walked around people and ran to find ANY empty seats (meaning asking people to move their luggage etc). We talked about it later and realized it’s very “unMinnesotan” to do those things! I guess our years in Jersey made us more hardened than we thought?
An actual choo choo train! We were all a little nervous that there wasn’t going to be snow at this point since this was the view as we pulled up to the town at the base of the mountain. We kept saying things to try and reassure each other like, “it will still be fun, even without snow”. Ha. We knew nothing!
On the gondola it quickly turned –as if by magic — from this…
One more transfer to this shiny little train that took us straight through the snow up the side of the mountain until — perched on the Schilthorn Mountain at 5413ft — we reached the little town of Mürren. As we got closer the trains got more charming, the people got more friendly, the baby even fell asleep in the carrier — it was so perfectly lovely in every way.
We walked about a quarter mile along the train tracks until we came to a ski-locker room, walked up the stairs and out the back door to the base of these sixty stairs, hiked up those and finally found our stately chalet peeking at us from her perch above.
After settling in, we explored a little bit of the exceedingly charming town and walked to the tiny grocery store down the road. The spattering of small local shops, gorgeous chalets and inns with the Jungfrau Mountain range as a backdrop were breathtaking. We kept pointing, oohing and ahhing — we were like giddy children who couldn’t believe they were finally at Disney World.
The local school. Can you imagine looking out the window and seeing those mountains everyday during class?
The only car in town.
On the way home with our dinner, in the dark surrounded by the slow-falling snow, we took this picture. This is one of those moments that I will remember forever. Sometimes I think people ridicule the constant picture-taking that happens in our culture today and, sure there’s a limit, but I am so glad that we have them so that we can always be reminded of the beauty of the places we’ve been and the memories we’ve shared.
Part two coming soon.