In 1997 I hiked the Alpine Pass Route (APR), a 340 km (211 mi) path that spans the breadth of Switzerland. Starting within the village of Sargans on the border with Liechtenstein, the route traverses sixteen mountain passes earlier than reaching its western terminus at Montreux, situated on Lake Geneva. Although I’d been climbing and backpacking for a few years previous to the APR, for all intents and functions that was my first “long-distance” hike.
Yours really on cross #7 of the Alpine Pass Route / Switzerland, 1997.
The Swiss Bombadil
One of probably the most memorable features of the APR was assembly and spending time with Marc, a 66-year-old gentleman who hailed from the Bernese Oberland area. Marc had a sage-like high quality that struck me from the second we met. He had spent his complete life within the Alps and had trodden a lot of its huge community of pathways. In his youth, he accompanied his father and grandfather, and as he bought older, he launched his personal kids and grandkids to the wonders of strolling within the Swiss mountains.
When Marc spoke of his ‘hiking life,’ the abiding connection he felt for his native area shone by way of in each phrase. The method during which he described every valley, peak, meadow, cirque, and lake was as if he was speaking a few beloved member of the family or a pricey pal. The similar utilized when he talked about native fauna, such because the sure-footed ibex and chamois, or the majestic golden eagle. No element was too trivial or small. The heat in his voice was equally evident in his deep smile traces and weather-beaten countenance. He was like a Swiss Tom Bombadil – with out the endearingly foolish songs and yellow boots (although he did have a blue jacket). Speaking of footwear, one of many many issues I bear in mind about Marc was that he had been utilizing the identical leather-based strolling boots (they had been Raichles) for 33 years. He informed me that he wanted to go to his village cobbler each three or 4 years to resole them!
If you’ve gotten this far, chances are you’ll be questioning why I’m reminiscing about an aged Swiss chap I met virtually 1 / 4 of a century in the past? What’s the story behind the story?
Lake Oeschinen | Alpine Pass Route, Switzerland, 1997
Finding the Extraordinary within the Ordinary (and the optimistic within the crappy)
When I met Marc, I used to be in my mid-20s – a wayfarer whose creativeness brimmed over with desires of experiencing the world’s far-flung corners. In distinction, he was an ambulatory homebody who was on a first-name foundation with each root, rock, and blade of grass in his native space. Despite this distinction in our ages and climbing tendencies, Marc might have influenced my out of doors life as a lot as anybody I’ve met.
In him, I sensed a mutual affinity with the pure world that went past the norm. I bear in mind writing in my Spiral pocket book journal on the time, “I wonder if I’ll still have the same twinkle in my eye and skip in my step forty years down the track?” However, I additionally discerned one other high quality to which I aspired however hadn’t totally realized till then – the power to determine and embrace marvel throughout the parameters of my on a regular basis life. Or, to place it one other method, discover the extraordinary within the odd.
You may be pondering, “that doesn’t sound so tough in a place as beautiful as the Swiss Alps.” Perhaps, nonetheless, I’d counter with the next factors: 1. Familiarity generally is a harbinger of disinterest, regardless of how aesthetically pleasing a panorama could also be, and; 2. The climate was uniformly crappy for the 2 days Marc and I spent climbing collectively.
Regarding the primary level, whether or not on path or off, the wide-eyed curiosity we’ve got as kids can usually be dulled by the repetitions and tasks of our on a regular basis lives. The reverse appeared to be true with Marc. In his case, familiarity had led to a extra profound degree of appreciation. Every pure function and creature meant one thing to him. As for the second level, he was climbing in moist and wild circumstances on a path he’d executed numerous occasions earlier than. Unlike myself, he wasn’t on a schedule; he had no practice or flight to catch. And but, there he was happier than a St.Bernard with two tails and a bottomless meals bowl. He was on the market just because he beloved it. I’ve by no means forgotten that.
Channeling my interior Marc on the infamously inclement Arthur Range Traverse / Tasmania, 2015.
Taking Notice
Not lengthy after saying my farewells to Marc, I completed the APR and flew again to Mexico. The fantastic thing about the Swiss Alps had left an indelible impression, however maybe extra importantly, there was a change in how I felt in regards to the each day walks I took within the mountains round my dwelling. I’d at all times beloved these hikes and had by no means taken them without any consideration, however after getting back from Switzerland, I made a concerted effort to not overlook the little issues just because they had been acquainted. That shift in perspective was refined relatively than seismic, however by upping the attention ante, I began noticing extra of nature’s mini-miracles, and the emotions of union I had for my environment grew even stronger.
Hiking regionally in Mexico’s Sierra Madre / October 2021.
Cornerstones
In the years since my trek throughout Switzerland, I’ve had the nice fortune to do many extra long-distance hikes all over the world. Among these journeys have been historical pilgrimage paths, well-known traditional trails, and difficult routes in distant backcountry areas. I’ve loved all of them, and a few of the most memorable occasions of my life have occurred throughout these prolonged wilderness journeys.
However (you knew that was coming), it’s the little hikes on trails I’ve executed a whole lot of occasions that I in the end cherish probably the most. Just just like the constant and unbidden small gestures of affection which are extra vital than grandiose presents in a relationship, these common walks characterize the cornerstones of my ‘hiking life.’ They are the paths I stroll on chilly mornings, within the pouring rain, on steamy mid-summer days, at dawn, at sundown, and typically below the sunshine of a full moon. They are the portal by way of which I endeavor to see the “world in a grain of sand.” And for this present of perspective, I must say thanks to a venerable Swiss gentleman with probably the most well-worn pair of climbing boots I’ve ever seen.
Marc – Swiss Alps, 1997
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