After our residential jaunt, some minor navigational “disagreements”, we made it by foot from the airport to downtown. Soon thereafter, we spent most of our time hiking in the Lauterbrunnen area of the Swiss Bernese Oberland, roosting from what has become our now beloved mountain-hamlet, a small mountain village called Murren. It is one of those places that will change you instantly- I was not ready to head back home and honestly considered buying a tent, a fondue pot, and starting a new life in Switzerland. While waiting for the train to leave Murren, I saw an advertisement for the Jungfrau Marathon. The pictures of the race looked stunning- waterfalls, mountains, so much green, hills! I love hills- or shall I say hill (singular), the Eiger (summiting at 13,015 feet)! This was the perfect race for me!
I had two major bucket list items after we left Switzerland: (1) my husband and I swore that somehow, we would always come back Murren with each of our kids to hike the 9,744 ft peak of the Schilthorn; (2) run the Jungfrau Marathon. Okay, one more for the bucket list: let no piece of cheese, nor drop of fondue, go uneaten! After securing an assignment in Germany, we were thrilled that Murren was only 4 hours away. So, we checked off bucket list item #1 summitting the Schilthorn with our now oldest, and a few years later, with our now middle child…rest assured, every morsel of cheese was consumed, now with competition from our cheese-eating kids! As for bucket list item #2, it was still unfulfilled…until our return PCS to the U.S., a phone call with a dear Stroller Warriors friend (lucky enough to get back-to-back Germany assignments), and some surprisingly cheap direct flights to Zurich changed this…and changed me!
We arrived on an early, rainy, and chilly September morning. After a quick brochen and “kaffe,” we got a workout installing three car seats in a small rental, playing tetris with our luggage, and hit the road. Before we knew it, we were pushing through the jetlag, donning our rain-gear, and reuniting with some of our favorite trails. We hiked, played, ate, soaked in the sun, and took carried our youngest well above the ridgeline, through and above clouds, in the baby-hiking pack, to the Schiltorn’s summit with our other two kids in-tow (checking bucket-list item #1 for the third time).