We didn’t want to waste the lovely weekend weather so we made plans on Saturday to do something nice on Sunday. After uhmming and ahhing a bit about whether or not to take a quick trip to Ticino for the day, I asked Mr Mac, “Why don’t you take me to see the Eiger?”
Mr Mac had been on a trip to the Eiger and the Jungfraujoch some years ago with business but I’d never been there and it’s somewhere I’d longed to go for many years. As corny as it sounds, probably since seeing The Eiger Sanction on the tv as a many moons ago. Mr Mac planned our route, bought our train tickets online that night and we set the alarm to get us up and out of the house by 8:30 the next morning. Of course, we asked the boys did they want to come with us but they didn’t. (I always ask them if they want to come but I also always know the answer.)
So, we drove from the Village of the Damned down to Interlaken (Ost) where we parked the car and took a train to Lauterbrunnen. From Lauterbrunnen, the last place you can take your car to- no cars allowed on the mountain, we hopped on the cogwheel train to Kleine Scheidegg, a tiny little nestling of hotels at the foot of the Eiger. On the way we passed Wengen, the most beautiful looking ski town with amazing views from the side of the mountain. Nothing was as cool as finally making it to the top of the train line at Kleine Scheidegg though and seeing the North Face* of the Eiger looking dark and imposing and gigantic, overlooking the village of Grindelwald. It was the most wonderful day. As I sat eating my lunch (Wurst-Käse Salat, of course) while looking at the most impressive mountains, immense rockfaces and glaciers (glaciers!), I had one of those moments when you can’t believe where life has taken you. Such a great day out.