For this week we are requested to show ”pictures of unusual and different holidays,” Well, on our holiday to Switzerland we took many lifts, boats and trains to get to our hiking starting points, or just to wonderful views. Riding this mountain train we passed these two…I guess Swiss people. A woman picking flowers and a man sitting almost naked in a chair – in the middle of a flower meadow.
So, we are back to Mount Rigi. I promised Cows and Kids! 
At 8.30 a.m we went by car towards Seebodenalp. From Küssnacht a 7 km narrow and meandering road leading up to 1030 m where the starting point is for many walks. We entered the Panorama walk with stunning views over Vierwaldstättersee and the small villages of Küssnacht, Merlischachen and Luzern. An easy walk, but a hot one – 30 degrees C.
Breathtaking views in the early morning light. We knew the Swiss to be pros on hiking and organizing walks, but we were still impressed by the standards of these, the informative signs and the facilities, 
Whenever a great view was offered, there were designed, wooden chairs or benches to rest upon. Here some of the big moraine stones typical for the area.
The stillness in the air and the soft sound of cowbells followed us around the mountain. 
Sometimes I wondered how they could walk those steep hills – sometimes they even ran down them.
Hiking school classes were not unusual, and sometimes they reminded me of fairytales like Snowwhite, or maybe stories about Hobbits? 
When we caught up with them they were playing happily while one of their leaders was making a fire and looking after their things. 
Happy schooldays!
Before the turning point around the mountain, we had a glimpse of ”the real deal” – what was to come on our next hike. There is always something special about those snowcapped mountain tops.
On our way back we met several fellow travellers – and spoke for a while with them all…
Some of them more friendly and talkative than others…
These people were fixing the roof of the house – which is a weather station for measuring the air quality here. 
A friendly shake of the bell around this pretty lady’s neck, and we were ready to leave this lovely area. I bet she knew it was a farewell shake!
On our way down the mountain we stopped to buy freshly picked cherries – a real treat after this hot walk.
This nice young girl had done a good early morning job. 
Grasses are indeed something needing more attention – they are outstandingly beautiful. Imagine your world without them – how empty it would be, lifeless and dull. When you see the wind blowing through thick grass, the sea has gone ashore…
Here are some of my favourite grasses – the first one , name unknown to me, but glorious in the late summer evenings at our summer house. And then wavy hair-grass and lastly Briza media or Quaking grass.
Thank you, Ailsa, for another inspiring theme!
Along the path where my Mille used to gallop every day, hundreds of times, down to his beloved place by the sea – grows wavy hair-grass. How well didn’t this name of grass fit them both! In Swedish as well, because it is called kruståtel, where ”krusig” means ”curly”.
My absolute favourite of all grasses is the Quaking grass – and as always when you are greatly loved, you have many names. (At least that is a saying in Sweden!)
Common names in English includes Quaking-grass, Cow-quake, Didder, Dithering-grass, Dodder-grass, Doddering Dillies, Doddle-grass, Earthquakes, Jiggle-joggles, Jockey-grass, Lady’s-hair, Maidenhair-grass, Pearl Grass, Quakers, Quakers-and-shakers, Shaking-grass, Tottergrass, Wag-wantons.
In Sweden we have bävergräs, dallergräs, darrgräs, frostagräl, skälvgräs, hjärtgräs.
A walk on Mount Rigi was very refreshing – I hope this will give you a teaser!
Kezako – a new word to me, but so I learn something new every day. That’s the great thing about life, isn’t it. Learning new things. So, what is this?
Kezako – Sylvain Landry. Thank you for the invitations sent! Today I found 18 comments in the spam departement…and two of them from you. Sorry, but I seldom check that box – thank you again …and from now on I will…check that box.
Last week I missed out on the challenge, but this week, with Teal or Turquoise, I knew exactly where to go…to my husbands cousin. The Turqoise Lady. These are all from her home. so, Let’s go inside!
And, seen through the mirror – the painted stairway!
Att kunna fylla vattenflaskan med kristallklart vatten och sedan bara känna den kalla drycken rinna ner i torr, varm strupe – underbart. En stor fördel med vandring i Schweiz.
Filling the bottle with crystal clear water and feeling that cold, fresh water running, refreshening your dry throat – a great advantage with hiking in Switzerland. This one from my walk in Verzasca Valley.
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