It seems that we may finally be able to travel as a family.... Questionable as we drove in some terrible traffic from Basel to Blatten last Saturday. Actually our destination was Geimen- just a dot on the road up to Blatten - which itself is actually just a tiny place in the alps as resorts go...
The trip started with a fair bit of traffic - Saturdays are always hell. This is the day that rentals switch over to the next set of guests... And this is the high season for skiing. So we spent about 5 hours on the road - double what we expected...with a child that pees every few hundred meters...
Finally we reached Kanderstag on the North side of the Alps - Simon (our GPS voice) told us to "board the ferry"
As you can see it wasn't quite a ferry - it is one of the train transporters that whisk cars under the Alps. A bit odd - unsettling actually - I tried hitting the breaks to slow us down every once in a while. Did nothing.
But then we were there - in the canton Valais (Wallis). I put the German link up - we were in the German speaking section. Valais a canton in which there are both German and French speaking sections....we were thankful for the German lessons this past weekend.
After a little drive we reached our rental chalet for the weekend...
We were pleased to find it after a bit of confusion...
You see - I found this place on the internet a few weeks ago - we decided to book it and voila... BUT It wasn't quite that simple.
First we realized that the owners spoke NO English. Ok - we have some German... but not enough to realize that we had to pay for the sheets. Then we were told to call a man named Arthur and set up an appointment to get the key...
First try - wrong number...our fault. Transposed a number when copying it from the email...
Second try - wrong number again! Right town though - so the person who answered the phone actually knew the owner and the caretaker but couldn't put it all together. Long discussion about her husband who is a real estate agent who could help but wouldn't be back from Zug until late...etc. etc... And of course this is all in broken German... This time it turns out the owner sent us the wrong number - by one digit.
Third try - ARTHUR WILL EXPECT YOU.
Of course as we drove up Art (he was more of an Art than an Arthur) was hanging over his balcony looking for us.... In the past I have come down hard on the Swiss for being a bit cold...must be a city thing. Everyone we met on this trip went out of their way to make us feel welcome. This wasn't an English speaking tourist area like Verbier or Zermatt - just an alp with some snow fun.. Art had two phrases in English - thank you and have a nice day (which he used at 7PM). It was so nice to use our German a bit and have it appreciated. Turns out Art worked in Basel for 40 (or 14 - remember this was all in German) years as a tram driver and was happy to welcome some fellow Baslers (I'll get into specific tram lines when we go back..I know the 14, 3 and 11 so well) - I am sure we can have some great conversations about the different stops) He was a bit distressed that we were missing Fasnacht - but hey - he was missing it too...
We settled in quickly and the kids were out in the foot or so of snow...
Seth rolled around in the snow and sledged a bit with Aimee while Fiona and I focused on snowmen..
Of course her hands got a bit cold...
But you can't make the snowman's face with mittens on!!!
It really was a great place with plenty of space for us - and some great views...
After a night of rest it was off up the hill to Belalp for some real sledging (sledding, tobogganing, whatever you call it - it has become sledging to us because it is different here...more professional or something)
After getting the lay of the land we had a rental ticket for two sledges and were on a gondola to the top of a fairly steep hill - most of the other people were going up to ski or snowboard....we were on board for the 7km sledge run. At the top we almost missed the sledge pick up - but thanks to the help of some friendly Swiss we were able to figure out the system... And then we were ready for the plunge..
It was a fun with ride with some great views...
Of course we had to pause a few times on the way down...
Not far from the top we hit what will be known as Fiona Hill...
That is half of it - the less steep half. Now I have been know to take a toboggan down a hill...maybe a sled. I loved it as a kid. But I wasn't quite prepared for this. The sledges we rented were great - nice metal and wood - but they took some getting used to... And with a 6 year old in my lap it was rough. But about 15 minutes in I was feeling good and hit this drop at a pretty quick pace. As we rounded the corner and I couldn't stop so I yelled HOLY S#@(. OK - there was some more thrown in) Seth even said "I have never heard you use the f and s words together!!!" It was fast and rough.... and there weren't too many guard rails on this route... note:
So I dug my feet in and we were OK. But then I thought of Aimee and Fiona behind us....
That was Fiona after the wipe-out on Fiona Hill... It took a while to get her going again - she finally got back into and loved it by the end. I now know why the kids wear helmets when sledging here...
We stopped for a nice lunch in Tschuggen on the way down the sledge run - just parked them and walked in. It was either that or skis...

Aimee and I each sampled a Rosti and had a sip of weissbier.
We finally made it down the hill and back home for a raclette dinner at the chalet...
Of course what did we do the next morning before driving back to Basel - went back up the hill to go for another sledge run...
All the pictures are on flickr.
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