We arrived early. Huge billboards picturing a blue skied glacier looked down on a giant, empty parking space. We shared a cable car with screaming school kids, a couple of mountain bikers and a smelly dog. They got out halfway, fussing with their gear and with each other. Higher up we went, right into the clouds. The small plateau on top of the mountain was so quiet, all sounds muted by snow and fog. No view at all, just absolute seclusion. We spent the whole morning on the mountain, wandering off as far as we dared to go, toying with the camera, looking at rags of clouds covering and uncovering the views. Watching tourists taking over the little cafe, that suddenly came alive with parasols and postcards and blankets. We took off our coats, got sunburnt, ate soup that was too expensive, and listened to stories that strangers were telling to other strangers.
And now I’m just writing this to keep fear at armslength. This should have been the nicest of times, but it’s not, and it feels good to re-live this particular morning for a moment. Care free, peaceful, slow.
Eggishorn, Fiesch, Switzerland. 2.926 m. Photos taken with the Fuji