A couple of weeks ago at a friend’s birthday shindig, we mentioned our recent foray into Alps hiking at Jaun Pass to a mutual friend, Michael.  While we’d had an enjoyable day at Jaun Pass, we were mildly disappointed we hadn’t found a more adventurous trek off the beaten path.  With a sideways grin, he assured us he knew of a great place to experience the Alps without all those tourists, which struck me as funny since we are essentially those tourists.   We set a tentative date and when the weather forecast turned out to be ideal for our chosen Saturday, we picked him up at the train station near our house at 6:10 am.  6:10 in the morning meant a 4:30 am wake up call.  My natural bedtime is around 1 am, so it made for a very short night.   Only some kind of outdoors adventure can get me up that early!


We’re on the hiking trail well before the sun crests the first peak in the Alps.

We were on the trail by about 7, and as soon as the first rays of the sun hit the perimeter of peaks, all thoughts of sleep were forgotten.


Hiking as the sun rises is one of the best feelings on earth.


The grass positively glows in the early morning light.


Touille LIVES to go hiking.


Michael is barely visible on the trail in the shadows to the right in the photo.


One of these petroglyphs is significantly younger than the other two.

Our destination, Schafberg Peak, came slowly closer with each step, until we reached the end of the official trail.  We found a large, flat rock to fuel up on snacks and rest in the sun while pondering the rocky ridge above us.

How to get up there?

We weighed the options for several different ravines, discussing whether any of the rock outcroppings between them would allow us to continue along the ridge.  We faced the very real possibility of having to backtrack and come back down to find a passable route. Agreeing on a course that looked promising, we set off uphill.


Schafberg Peak is our final destination along the rocky ridge above.

Travis had noted what appeared to be a small herd of alpine chamois – a hardy high-altitude goat-antelope not uncommon in the Alps – far up along the ridge line, almost to the summit.  As we angled our way up the steep slope, maneuvering between large tufts of thistle and weedy grass, the herd suddenly melded into the rocky cliffs above.  Several would appear along the skyline as tiny stark outlines against the bright blue sky, only to disappear again after easily navigating the rock faces above us. Most crossed the rocks horizontally, but several broke off to climb over the peak directly above. They stood for some time watching us before they too disappeared from view. It was truly fantastic to watch them gracefully fly past us on terrain that I would be struggling to climb a bit later.


A rather sizable herd of alpine chamois stream along the ridge above us, easily clambering over the rocky peaks.


Travis is quite comfortable with our considerable elevation.


These flowering thistles are all over the hillsides, and they’re sharp! Not cool when you’re climbing and reach up out of sight for a handhold and grab one of these buggers.

On the way up, I inadvertently took a less than desirable track up a fairly simple rocky section that still proved to be well outside my comfort zone, and I was forced to backtrack several times to finally find the simpler route that Michael and Travis had taken.   I took so long that they were calling me, which I couldn’t hear, and they couldn’t see me over the edge.  I was pretty relieved to see Michael’s head pop over the edge finally and immediately saw a perfect clear path up to him.  A bit more scrambling after that, and we crested the ridge.

We made it!


Michael and I enjoy the views from the top of the ridge near Schafberg Peak. Next to us, Touille is in her element, despite our precarious perch.


The peak across the valley is Kaiseregg.


Where’s Waldo? See if you can spot Travis and Michael wedged into the ravine after climbing the adjacent rock face.


While the guys scale neighboring peaks along the ridgeline, I enjoy the jagged peaks stretching in all directions.


Touille rests contentedly below my feet after the climb.

I have to note that the guys weren’t phased by any of this – the elevation, scrambling up rock outcroppings, a gruesome death far below just waiting for one false step or handhold.  Melodramatic?  A bit, yes.  I’m always on edge on stuff like this with no climbing gear. My hope is that every time we go up, maybe I’ll become more confident about this kind of general high-elevation scrambling that doesn’t require gear.  Apparently I have a long way to go before I’m ready for a via ferrata (<– don’t click on the link  unless you’re prepared to wet yourself a little just looking at the photos).


We while away part of the afternoon having lunch near the top and just taking in the views.


Michael is kind enough to snap a photo of Travis and me before we all head back down.

Though easier and faster, the downhill usually seems more intimidating than the climb, but this time the downhill proved to be pretty tame, particularly here on the lower slopes where it was just grass.


So many beautiful mountain peaks, not enough time to climb them all.

We later found out that this same day, Switzerland was celebrating the descent of cows from the upper hills back down to the lowlands, an annual celebration marked by cow parades and local festivities across the country.  This event apparently left no shortage of cows still in the high country!


Swiss cows live a pampered life. They spend their summers grazing on luscious green grass in the high country but spend winters at lower elevations.

We ended our hike where we started – at Rohrbode, a small family chalet at the end of a dead-end road high above Jaun Pass.  The path we took actually started and ended in a cow pasture right next to their house, just the other side of a high voltage electric fence.

Normally, Travis and I would’ve thought,

Hmmm…we shouldn’t be here.  This is trespassing.  We can’t just traipse across their front yard to start hiking on their land…..

Granted, Swiss folks are very friendly, but they’re also well armed.  In the States, landowners can legally shoot you for trespassing…and they do!  But we were with Michael, who casually and confidently reassured us that it was fine, then looked for the easiest way to get through the electric fence.  We were about to duck under when the farmer appeared and also quite casually pointed to the rubber handle on the far end of the fence so we could open and safely enter.

Thank you, kind Swiss farmer!


Our trail to Schafberg starts in a cow pasture next to this family chalet in Rohrbode.

The final capper to our day was that we landed right in the midst of a cow parade in the town of Charmey on our drive home.  Since folks lining the streets waved at us, we waved back!  We found it even more entertaining to make fun of a flashy red Viper.  He darted onto a side road in town to cut around traffic, only to reappear again and have to fall behind us.  We got a good laugh until he mysteriously appeared on a different side road and somehow fell in ahead of us again.


Don’t judge – you have to make your own entertainment when you’re rolling along at the speed of a cow.


This Viper has no intention of waiting behind a bunch of cows (and other traffic).


This parade member is sporting a cow bell (and a mustache) that any man would be proud to call his own.


In village after village, we spot cows dressed up for their big day.

Some miles down the road and closer to home, we hit traffic again, a sure sign that yet another small town was wrapping up its cow festivities.  The smell still hung heavy in the air.  In a very Swiss version of Hansel and Gretel, we followed the trail of cow patties all the way home.

Know Before You Go:

  • The farmer and his family welcome respectful hikers.  Tea and coffee are available for purchase upon request.
  • Free (but limited) parking is available near the chalet in a grassy patch next to the road that’s clearly dedicated for parking.
  • Remember that you’re on private property and act accordingly.  Respect the cows and leave the land as you found it.
  • Beware that there is a family dog on site.  While he’s not unfriendly, he guards the home and isn’t exactly small.  If you’re afraid of dogs, be forewarned.

4 Responses

  1. Roman

    Hi, your blog is great. Did you ever think of becoming a professional writer? I like how you look at things, eager to discover something new, observe tiny neat details and manage to put it into entertaining phrases. Of course the pictures are superb, too. Finally me too, I like to hike in the Gantrisch-Region.
    Please, go on writing!

    • Two Small Potatoes

      Thank you, Roman! I actually did want to be a writer way back in the day. I’ve also wanted to be a Bush pilot in Alaska, a horse rancher in Australia, a National Geographic photographer exploring icebergs and volcanoes far afield… Thank you, though, truly. And if you have any suggestions you’d like to share for “must dos” while we’re here, we’d love to hear them, either on my blog or via email!


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