Unusually, I was up at the crack of dawn for the last day of my walk. Well, the hotel bar shut at 10pm, so what else was there to do but got to sleep and even I can manage on 8 hours! So it was that I set off well before the ‘Brits’ (see previous post) and, if you don’t count cows or birds or butterflies, I never saw a soul until I got near to the Augstbordpass, where I espied someone on the horizon. (I later caught them up on the descent – see pic 17).
The weather was dry, but rather dull, with high cloud, so not great for photography, The highlights on the ascent were spotting and capturing (on camera, that is) 3 birds – one I knew, one I thought I knew, but didn’t, and the other I have no idea… (Help!?)
The descent was ‘interesting’ shall we say, as there was still a lot of snow around and I’m not happy walking across, especially sloping, snow in what are effectively trainers – oh yes, and without walking poles. (Although they are useful in some circumstances, like 1% of the time, I’m not a fan of poles as, to my mind, they are extra baggage and they get in the way when things get a bit bouldery and some scrambling is required – which it was on this trip). Anyway I survived about 5 or 6 short(ish) sections and my leg only disappeared once up to the knee. I should have taken a picture – there was already a big hole and now there are two… 🙂
Later, the sun started to come out and the last section down from Jungen was a joy to behold, with butterflies everywhere. I was being teased by Apollos and even a Swallowtail fluttering around my head but, when they landed, they were out of reach and I would have needed to hang off the cliff face to get a picture. I saw more Marbled Whites than I’ve ever seen in my entire life (and that’s a few – well, maybe 12) and a host of others, not shown below, simply because they either didn’t land or I have no way of identifying them and there’s enough in this gallery anyway.
I couldn’t leave this post without highlighting two flowers…
Pic 12: I’m 99% sure are called King-of-the-Alps. They look like Alpine Forget-me-nots, but they only grow to a height of between 1 and 6 cm (unlike their look-a-like, which grows to 5 to 15cm). My book describes them as “Rather rare” and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen them, certainly posted a picture of them.
Pic 27: Has the delightful name of Swiss Treacle Mustard and if that’s not a name to conjure with nothing is. 🙂