It’s been a while since I went hiking last time. Being away from the Alps September through December meant that I had to miss out on all the autumn excursions my friends were sending me reports of. Frustrated and envious I couldn’t wait to hit the trails again and so, once settled again in Switzerland, I went into the wild the first weekend possible.
In mid January 2015, together with my few hiking friends, we took on a rather challenging endeavour of hiking up the Rautispitz (2283m) in the lovely canton of Glarus. Following an icy mountain road up to Obersee, we left our car at the restaurant parking by the lake, took out hiking sticks, put gaters and snowshoes on and started the trek shortly after sunrise.
The trail wasn’t much technical nor particularily steep. We still were walking in deep snow, for some parts even as much as half a meter. The first few hundred metres of ascent took us longer than expected. We were on the shaded, northern side of the hill. Dubious about making it all the way to the top we kept on climbing up until, after hours, we finally reached a sunny spot where we stopped for lunch. It was 2pm, we’ve hiked up 800m and we had still 500m to go. It was the turning point.
We knew that if we were to continue all the way to the top, we’d end up descending in the darkness. The sun is low this time of year and the valley we started in wasn’t really getting any sunlight throughout the day. We decided to go back. Taking it easy on the way down, we descended in awe admiring the views on the other side of the valley reaching the car right before sunset. This is a humble collection of photos from that unsuccessful, but glorious nonetheless, kick-off of my winter hiking season, sometime in mid January, 2015.