In Part 1 of this account, we outlined the project and covered our first two days, hiking from Mels to Elm (and taking transport to Braunwald). One nice feature of this hike, like many in Switzerland, is that you can often shorten or ease hikes by using buses, trains, and lifts to cut out extra mileage or hills (up or down) that are just too long, steep, and/or tedious, and we did so whenever possible.

Thus our third morning found us enjoying the stunning views from out hotel in Braunwald, and preparing for a much easier day.

VA Day 3: Braunwald to Klausenpass

First light touches the Todli. As usual, I awoke early to catch the best light. Happily, I had to move no further than my balcony to take the photos.

Panorama from my balcony, looking down the valley below Linthal, as well as across to the Todli and at the nearer Ortstock.

A hearty breakfast sent us off in a good mood, and since we'd dealt with the climbing yesterday (mostly on the funicular), we had a pleasant walk with only minor ups and downs out of the village and across open pasturelands with views all the way.
 
We saw a lot of gardens on this trip. I was struck by the beauty and practicality of this lettuce tower made from a scrap of ducting.

 

It was tempting to detour for a closer look at Brumbachfall, but we resisted.

One thing the Foopass is famed for is the geology, where the bends and twists of a landscape deformed by the powerful forces of plate tectonics is on show. That remains true as you continue on across Switzerland, as in this cliff face that shows a 90ยบ bend in the rocks in one layer, topped by another that appears much less deformed.

 
Nearly the whole morning was walking along open pastures on the sides of mountains. We did do a few bits through the woods, which provided welcome shade but cut off views and breezes alike.

Passing below the jagged ridge of the Rietstockli.

Eventually we had to descend, dropping down into the valley of the Fotschbach river to Urnerboden.

Urnerboden is in the distance near the head of the valley, and the Klaussenpass is the lowest point on the ridgeline in the center of the photo.

Here we had another chance to pick up some groceries--and grabbed a bus to carry us up the last two or three miles to the Klaussenpass, as afternoon temperatures climbed up over 80. 
 
Urnerboden Church, seen as we climbed back up from the river to the town, which wisely sits on a rise  well above the water.

Views from the trail would have been amazing, if we could have seen them for the sweat dripping in our eyes. Views from the bus were just as good and less sweaty, if harder to photograph.

Looking back from near the pass. The road is a wonderful bit of spaghetti.

Getting to our hotels fairly early had the added advantage of allowing laundry time to dry. I made full use of the cross-ventilation in my corner room, getting things largely dry before afternoon thunderstorms forced me to close the windows.

Much like a galactic hitchhiker with his towel, the savvy traveler keeps a clothesline close at hand. A few clothespins don't hurt, either.


Storm moving in. There was some impressive thunder and lightning through the afternoon--and the night.

Day 3 Stats: 8 miles, approx. 1140' up with nearly as much descent.

VA Day 4: Klaussenpass to Altdorf

The next morning brought cooler temperatures, wet grassy fields, and skies that never quite cleared.

Clouds appeared to be breaking up at sunrise.

Despite the earlier clearing, we left the hotel under threat of more rain. This was a lovely new hotel, though rooms on the back side (the rest of our party) had inadequate windows, perhaps designed to protect from avalanches?

From Klaussenpass we had two options for route, high and low. While we usually chose the high route, on this day we went low, for the sake of some waterfalls that promised good photography. That also meant a day with minimal climbing, though a substantial drop.

Somewhere ahead, as we could well see, the trail was going off a cliff.

Descending the switchbacks down the head of the valley.

We dropped steeply down to the collection of charming chalets that is Asch, a village dominated by the roaring Staubifall.

The village was very quiet. We later learned just why.


After a couple of us climbed up for a closer look at the falls, we continued down the road. We met a local couple out for their morning walk, and in their limited English (and our even more limited German), they managed to convey the idea that there was a big rock blocking the trail ahead. Since the man said he'd managed to get by it, we declined to worry and continued on. In a short way, we found that the heavy storms of the night before had done their work all too well, as mud covered the road in two or three places.

Picking our way over the debris flow. But the road crews were hard at work, restoring access to Asch.

We never did find the big boulder, as signs a little farther on directed us to cross the stream and follow the road down into the village of Unterschachen, where we once again grabbed a bus to shorten the hike.

This time we had another reason to shorten the hike (besides heat, which was less horrid after the storms, or laziness, which was becoming chronic): we wanted to visit the William Tell museum in Burglen, the alleged hometown of the alleged hero of Swiss independence.

The William Tell Museum

Though the museum's exhibits were limited, and largely about the many forms the story has taken in art and literature, there is an excellent film that recounts the story--then dives into both the historicity (or lack thereof) and some of the possible moral implications of having Tell as the national hero. The short version: No such person. Nor do the dates adhered to in Uri canton for the meeting of leaders of three cantons that is considered the founding of Switzerland (over 1000 years ago!) match those of the actual document signed at that meeting (which no one named Tell apparently attended). It's still a great story, though the bit about him lying in wait for the evil overlord and shooting him from hiding goes against our sense of fair play (however sensible it may have been).


A tapestry depicting the dramatic moment when Tell is forced to shoot an apple off his son's head, a punishment for a) failing to bow to the overlord's hat on a post, and b) having the reputation of being a crack shot with a longbow, or possibly a crossbow, depending on what picture you look at. Things might have been okay if he had not then honestly admitted that a second arrow was ready to slay the lord if he'd failed in his shot and hurt his child.


From the museum we followed the "William Tell trail" on through town and down to Altdorf. Signs along the way repeated most of what we'd heard in the movie, but with better maps.

Walking between the two towns, we saw perhaps the best example yet of using firewood to insulate the home. I do wonder what happens when the level of wood drops, leaving the house uninsulated while the winter rages on.

Beautiful and practical.

While Burglen was a traditional town with lots of old buildings, Altdorf, or the part of it where we stayed, was more mixed, with new and old scattered together, apart from the main town square, and the block with our hotel had a somewhat more industrial feel. This was perhaps my least favorite town and lodging; though the hotel was comfortable it lacked character.

In the central square of Altdorf they cling to the myth of Tell as a founding father.

I wasn't wild about Altdorf, but was happy to find a grocery store. After two nights of restaurant dining, we enjoyed our more rapid (and cheaper) route to calories at the end of the day, and called it a night. Day 5 would be a much more strenuous day.
 
Day 4 stats: 6.25 miles, 165' of climbing, 3160' of descending.
 
 
Up next: over the Surenenpass and into the heart of the Swiss Alps.


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