Grindelwald - Rocky's Eye of the (T)eiger

Shavua Tov,

We have changed our minds. We are now all for statistics whereas previously we were skeptics. Today, the count was eighty-two, twelve, fifty-five and fifteen. These are not good results from our poll. It makes us a little sad; however, what can one do?


Village Frau


It rained today, cooling things down for Shabbos. However, as the weather was perfect the day before, we did not think it needed to adjust. Our influence is somewhat limited, to say the least. We left the hotel, which looks out over the valley and at the mountains, realizing we would need to return early to ‘welcome the bride’-Shabbos began at 8:18pm. We set off on our hike to the station at Bort which feels like it is somewhere in the sky. Our editor put it nicely. It is steeper, and that’s along the whole climb, than the road from Gilman Drive through the La Jolla Shores development, the route we ‘trespass’ on the way to shul. One way of testing it is that on the return it was sometimes difficult to stop oneself. Man, these Swiss have a thing for the mountains. It is no wonder they are extraordinary engineers. Who can blame them for not smiling.

Left..maybe right..always up Pic. below

The views of the glaciers were spectacular. We stood, walked, we climbed, sat at the top, all the time in awe of the sights. We were mesmerized by the closeness of the magnificent peaks. An added benefit—the day was cloudy with blankets of mist moving constantly —it gave off a surreal feeling. The mountains were ‘smoking’, they were showing off their awesome power, their independence, looking down and tempting us to take another step forward and begin the ascent. We were knocked out by the sight of Schreckhorn itself with the bonus of viewing the glacier it shares with the Eiger. Waterfalls? The mountains are blanketed with them. We hope that Rav Hirsch made his intended journey.
Part way up-Village
Back to statistics. Over the years, we have listened to all the numbers of the sports personalities. We hear things like: ‘Times at bat, hits at home (wife-battering?), played at home, on the road, along the sidewalk, in the bathroom etc.’ and we wonder how interesting that is. Is it even right to get so personal? Nevertheless, we decided to try an objective test because we are disappointed at how unfriendly people are over this way. Remember our statistics— eighty-two (times we greeted people), twelve (enthusiastic replies), fifty-five (grunts) and fifteen (abstentions). We don’t joke but there it is.
Schreckhorn, Eiger and Glacier
Tomorrow we are off to hike around the base of the Eiger, a cool 4,000 feet, just to reach it.


Talk to you soon.
Jenni and Jeffrey