On the mountaintop above Locarno, Switzerland |
A
Mountaintop Experience
travel memoir
by Greg Larson
It’s always
good to get out of the daily humdrum routines, to venture out into the world
and gain a different perspective. Our recent travels to Switzerland allowed us
to see a mixture of Italian and German cultures and understand the changes that
occurred in their civilization through the centuries.
At first, I
noticed simple things that were different from our American culture. As our
train rolled through the Swiss valleys on a sunny morning, I noticed women
opening the upper floor windows of their houses to wipe the sills clean before
hanging out the down-filled bedcovers for daily “freshening.”
Through
trial and error we discovered that directional signage for hikers and motorists
was much smaller than what we see in the U.S. and at times they were
non-existent. More than once we took a wrong turn while hiking because we
missed a street sign or hiker’s arrow on the small plaques mounted on stone
walls underneath overhanging branches.
Everything
in Switzerland seemed to be on a small scale; from trucks, trains, and street
widths to elevators, chairs and bathrooms. At the historical Hotel des Alpes in
Lucerne, the rooms were equipped with recently renovated bathrooms. The
bathroom tile, sink, and mirror sparkled, but the space was small. While
showering in the stall with the sleek glass door, I reached to scrub my back,
only to smack the hot water lever, which increased the water temperature and
caused me to squeal in pain. After doing
this twice, I decided to rethink my body movements.
The biggest
revelation came on a sunny day in Locarno, when my wife, Gretta, and I decided to travel
up the side of the Alps at the edge of Lake Maggiore and the city of Locarno.
After spending the morning at an outdoor café, where we indulged ourselves with
the best cappucino and brioche along the lakeside, we picked
our destination: Cimetta (a small
mountaintop), about 4,000 ft. above the lake. The first mode of transportation
was the funicolare, an incline cable
car, which transported us up to the church of San Francesco, where the bells
chimed over the city of Locarno. At that point, we transferred to a large
modern gondola which raised us to a spot high on the mountainside. After
snapping photos and walking on trails in the nearby woods, we savored a lunch
of pasta and beer at an outdoor restaurant with a stunning view of the lake and
the surrounding Alps. I had no premonition of the mountaintop experience
awaiting me.
Our trip up the mountain began on the funicolare |
The gondola lift put us much higher on the mountain |
For the
final mode of transportation on our climb to Cimetta, we boarded a simple chair lift. While riding through the
larch and birch trees, I turned to Gretta and asked a rhetorical question, “So
when you go to heaven, do they just keep putting you on a different lift?”
At the top, snow-capped peaks were visible in every direction |
The view at
the top was heavenly, with snow-capped peaks visible in every direction. The
boats far below on the lake seemed to be in a different world. The sun warmed
our bones as we walked the granite path to the uppermost knoll on the mountain.
At the top,
I realized my eyes saw more than I viewed. When I looked towards the city and
the lake below, I saw the tourist side of the mountain: the trains, boats,
gondolas, parasails and mountain bikes. I saw an advanced civilization of
industry and technology, which I’m glad exists. The planes, trains and credit
cards are what got me here.
Parasail above Lake Maggiore |
But when I
turned my back on the lake and viewed the wilderness of the Alps, it all
changed. In the dead silence and still air of the mountaintop, I faintly heard
many bells, some tiny, some big. Peering over the railing, I noticed the upper
hay meadows a couple of miles in the distance. I couldn’t see any goats or
cows, but I knew they were there. The bells continued to tinkle in the clear
mountain air. I saw an agrarian existence in the lesser-traveled valleys, a
simpler way of life. I visualized the simpler way of life being overtaken by a
rising tide of a growing population and advancing civilization.
Tinkling goat bells were heard in the distance |
What, at
first, seemed profound while I stood on the mountaintop was just a moment of
clarity which revealed the obvious: things change as our civilization and
population advances. It has happened through the centuries all over the globe
in different settings and cultures. The typical pattern started with nomads and
tribes being pushed out or changed by people who were more advanced. Aboriginal
tribes on different continents existed into the 20th Century before
being discovered, but eventually patterns and customs were diluted by modern
society conveniences.
Agrarian societies were transformed by the
industrial revolution, and now technology and computers have changed the world
with a post-industrial revolution.
Rustici - remnants of an agrarian society |
Will the
bells on the goats and cows be replaced someday with GPS transmitters? I don’t
know. I like the bells. The low-tech solution still seems to work. Will the
mountain valley grazing land become little villages of vacation homes? Yes, the
remote valleys in Switzerland are being invaded to a degree. In the Ticino
Region we witnessed some of that transition during our visits to the sparsely
populated valleys. At different locations along the hiking paths, the rustici huts originally used as barns
for the animals were being transformed into weekend retreats or vacation
cabins. Some of them were quite fancy, with new doors and windows, wood-burning
fireplaces and solar panels.
Modernized rustici cabins |
As hikers,
we were voyeurs, invading the simple life in the remote valleys in an attempt
to witness something pristine before it becomes too over-run with tourists and
visitors, and . . . hikers.
After our
day on the mountaintop above Locarno, Gretta was sitting in the apartment,
tapping away at her computer tablet screen.
“What are
you doing?” I asked.
“I’m
checking the train schedules for our trip to Lugano tomorrow. These online
schedules have all the current times and track locations. This is so much
better than when I traveled through Europe in the ’70s!”
Good thing,
I thought. I hope our civilization chooses the good things that come along,
without discarding the good old things that work. I remembered earlier in the
day when I heard the bells from the mountaintop. Maybe I will get to hear them
again sometime. If not, I want to remember that sound forever.
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