What's the Matter[horn]? (Swiss Alps - Part 10)

Well folks, it’s been a journey. Through rain, hail, sleet, fog, wind, and sunshine. I’d been blistered, burned, and bruised through 11 mountain passes and 100+ miles. My body aches but my soul is happy.

It’s not over just yet. For the grand finale, we finish in style - an epic high elevation route known as the Europaweg into Zermatt, which promises amazing views of the Matterhorn.

Here's a dad joke for you...What did the male mountain say to his wife? ... What's the Matterhorn-y? ha. Ha. HA.

And on the last day of Christmas my true love gave to meeeeee…. an obscured view of the Matterhorn.

See the mountain to the left? Yep.

See the mountain to the right? Yep.

What about the one in the middle? Nope.

I cannot imagine a more horribly placed cloud. One cannot say they saw the Matterhorn - that would be like saying “I’ve been to X”, but in reality only being at the airport. However the day was young and the kilometers many, so I held out hope for clearer skies. The trail was entertaining - ropes, spooky tunnels, steep falloffs, and vivid illustrations of how to not get clocked on the head by a falling rock. All was quiet, except the helicopter that was running supplies to a remote mountain hut. I sure could have used that helicopter a few days ago.

Later on, when one stubborn little cloud blocked the mountain, I sat and babysat the cloud, coaxing it to move its peachy bottom out of the way. Turns out I didn’t need to - the sky opened up completely and displayed the Matterhorn in full glory.

Let's take a minute to admire that girth. Diggidy.