Just a little day trip to Greta's favorite mountain, Stoos. Forty minutes on the train and a short bus ride later we were on the world's highest (?) (and they let you know about it) up to the winter ski resort turned summer hiking attraction. Couple chairlifts later and we were on top and had a ball. I found the place a bit of a shocker coming from Colorado hiking with views lie this and maybe three other people in sight for miles. But hey the chairlifts are there so why not? I suppose this happens in a lot of places but it was my first time in such a place.Â
The one thing I remember most? The cows. With their bells. Man oh man I had never been around cows with bells on their neck and I could not stop cracking up at the cacophany.
Greta got me a notebook with a leather cover for Christmas and I had decided to use it as a sort of scrapbook. This was one of the first entries in it:
evidence of how funny I apparently was that day
G with her natural early 20th century pose
not what I dreamed of, which was a photo with his wings open, but hey. Win some you lose some. It was a win and I was stoked to even just hit the shutter when it entered frame
more evidence
coolest location for a playground I've ever seen
love this one
