After a rest back in Lauterbrunnen, we took a train to Wengen, a fancier mountain town that is traffic-free.
Returning in the rain, we made a beeline for a restaurant and waited for it to clear. What a great day!
At Shilthorn, John was moved to poetry:
If the top of Europe you'd be born
It's best to ascent to the Shilthorn
In large cable cars
That fly to the stars.
Piz Gloria is its commercial nom;
Close to heaven you can make your home.
Three giant look eye to eye with you-
Namely, Eiger, Monch and the Jungfrau.
Thirteen thousand feet tall they stand,
So high over the clouds and over the land.
Rather than always looking up to the sky
You'll find yourself looking down to earth from on high.
Maybe you're standing on a planet up in orbits
Viewing below landscapes from the top of their tips.
This Shilthorn is a restaurant merry-go-round;
360 degrees it abounds.
Above valleys, mountain peaks and over the ground,
Circling, circling where heavens are found.
For geologists it's a paradise,
Beneath snow cover and ice,
So many geologic forms to see,
So many different rocks, a treasure for thee.
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Location:Shilthorn and mnt. Towns
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