We woke up with twenty of our newest, closest friends and got ready for the day. We had a trekker’s breakfast of muessli and bread- v. carb heavy! We headed down towards Bundalp, starting over a few hundred meters of snow. Fortunately, there was a rope and the very side of the path next to the rock was partially bare rock so we made it even though our shoes weren’t the best.
We stopped at a dairy along the way and bought some Alpkase, fresh (raw?) cheese that we bought from the farmer and ate at a picnic table. It was heart-shaped- tasty and cute! We stopped at the dairy shortly after we had a discussion as to whether to hike over another pass to Mürren or go to Griesalp and take the bus-train combo to Mürren. I really wanted to hike but SMS felt we had already seen the type of terrain and experienced the somewhat barren hike and he didn’t want to have a repeat adventure. I pouted and was bummed out but the dairy quickly lifted my spirits. I realized that our chosen way was a lot more fun and SMS was right.
I perked up even more as the hike became more and more beautiful. We walked through gorgeous meadows and pastures and really, it was almost other-worldly beautiful. We stopped at Berghaus Bundalp and had coffee and Hobelkäse. We talked to one of the waiters/family members who said we were on “the most beautiful way” to Griesalp. He had recently been in Miami and, although he said he liked the U.S, he asked why would he want to be anywhere else but here when it was so beautiful. He definitely had a point!
After our second cheese stop of the morning, we continued on through fields, farms and pastures. We saw herds of sheep, goats and cows. One little goat was bleeting on the side of the cliff. I wanted to help it but as SMS pointed out, we weren’t really that well-equipped plus the goat would jump down when it got hungry or thirsty (it really wasn’t that high up).
We walked by landslides and glacier-created rock formations, which was pretty cool. We meandered into Griesalp, speeding up a bit when I heard the beep of a PostBus. We were so lucky! We made it with four minutes to spare, completely unaware of the timetable. If we had missed it, we would have been waiting about two more hours!
We then had several connnections, with bus-train-train-train on our way to Mürren. It was very easy with short layovers. We took advantage of 30 minutes in Interlaken Oest by hopping into the connecting river between the lakes. The water felt amazing and we felt very joyful and happy!
When we got to Mürren, we were very thankful for our shower. We walked around quite a bit and rented gear for our Via Ferrata adventure the next day. We ate at the hotel and then went to bed, exhausted.