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The Guardian
19 hours ago
- General
- The Guardian
‘The walk is shot through with melancholy and romance': a new trail to the north face of the Eiger
A few years ago, my dad told me of a mountain where I could easily sense another world. 'There is a special air and light,' he had said, vaguely. 'You just have to walk close to it to feel and see it. Stand in one place and just look up.' The mountain on my dad's mind that day was the Eiger, Switzerland's 3,970-metre ogre of limestone and ice. Like few others, the peak exerts a gravitational pull on climbers and it remains the chief symbol of the Bernese Oberland; its most notable feature, the 1,800-metre north face, is the largest in the Alps. This gigantic slab looms over the village of Grindelwald, to the south-east of the town of Interlaken, appearing at sunrise as an immense black spectre in a valley of green. As well as being a promised land for daredevil mountaineers and other adventurers (bungee jumpers dive into the void from a 90-metre-high platform), Grindelwald is a happy hunting ground for hikers, and last June a themed trail opened on an existing path at the foot of the north face – the Eiger Walk of Fame. It was established by Jungfrau Region Tourism to honour the stories of many who pioneered routes up its near-vertical face. So, as Zurich pushes close to 35C (95F), the cooler air of the mountains beckons and I head to the Jungfrau Region for a few days to measure my own experience of this new hiking path against that of the pioneers of Alpinism. It's easy for me to feel a personal resonance here. My dad, Ian, successfully tackled a hitherto untried route on the north face in August 1970, before I was born, with companions Kenny Spence and Alasdair 'Bugs' McKeith. At the time, the expedition by the unemployed, hard-drinking trio from Edinburgh was dubbed reckless. After all, the German nickname for the rock face is Mordwand, meaning 'murder wall', and over the decades it has claimed the lives of 72 mountaineers. Now, I'm in Grindelwald, tilting my head towards the sun. Standing in one place as he'd told me to. Just looking up. On my first afternoon, I seek out the Walk of Fame, its 1½-mile (2½km) loop leading from the Eiger Express cable car top station, at 2,328metre, to Kleine Scheidegg, meaning 'small watershed' in Swiss-German, a low mountain plateau crossed by rail lines and framed by the summits of Jungfrau and Mönch. On the trail, I am completely – wonderfully – alone. The Walk of Fame is shot through with melancholy and romance, bookended by both gravestone-like slabs that recount the mountain's most pivotal moments at the start of the approximately 2½-hour trail and a memorial overlooking Lake Fallboden. In a valley of many high-altitude, straggling hikes, the view from this trail is the most extraordinary, giving a closer look at 1,000-foot rock pillars, ice fields and snow-filled cracks resembling enormous spider's webs. Some of the mountains look almost unreal, as if AI-generated, while the stories told along the trail evoke awe and offer new perspectives on the bewildering achievements of the past. I learn about the variety of challenging routes to the summit, an average steepness of 64 degrees, and the trailblazers and unsung heroes who have gone before. There are grim examples too, of those who weren't as lucky as my dad. The north face was first conquered in July 1938 by a German–Austrian party, including Heinrich Harrer, the author of Seven Years in Tibet. But until 1957, when the first rescue was carried out, bodies were merely retrieved at the base of the face. The light beginning to fade, I descend to Lake Fallboden and to Chilchli, once a transformer station for the Jungfrau Railway, but now home to an exhibition. Inside, Eiger stories play out in a sepia photo gallery, and a hand-carved wooden replica of the north face embedded with LEDs lights up with more than 30 seemingly impossible routes. Outside, the summits are mirrored in the still, blue-green water of the lake. Long a Swiss Shangri-la, Grindelwald has hostels and hotels to suit all budgets, yet doesn't teeter on overdevelopment like so many other Alpine realms. You can bring your own tent, as my dad did in his wilder days, or stay somewhere ritzier such as Bergwelt Grindelwald, my base for three nights. The Eiger and shoulder-to-shoulder peaks Mettenberg and Wetterhorn give a lovely geometry to the valley, particularly when seen at twilight, beer in hand, from one of the resort's south-facing balconies. Sign up to The Traveller Get travel inspiration, featured trips and local tips for your next break, as well as the latest deals from Guardian Holidays after newsletter promotion There's another highly recommended walk, one that involves going down from Grindelwald, not up. The Gletscherschlucht is a 250m-year-old glacier gorge reached by a half-hour amble from the town. The 1¼-mile out-and-back walk rings with the sounds of cascades rushing down the ravine's sides and the roar of water from the lower Grindelwald glacier as it drains into the Lütschine River. It feels a lot like a wind tunnel, with blasts of glacial air. I have another purpose in being in Grindelwald, and on my last day I retrace my steps up to the north face, this time to hike the long-established 4-mile Eiger Trail towards the Alpiglen farm and guesthouse. My dad passed away last February in the palliative care unit of his local hospital after a battle with vascular dementia, and in his last few days his fingers would tighten when I reminded him of his exploits in the Alps. It was as if he was teasing out pinch grips and holds in his mind. In a small way, I want to pay tribute to his memory. I take the lonely path from the Eiger Express top station once more, but this time hike directly east, up and over a saddle to a place where the wind drops and the sheer vertical of the north face really begins. By the end, my dad was non-verbal, his wisdom stripped away, yet on one of my last visits I could sense he was trying to reorganise his brain scaffolding amid the chaos, to grasp a word – any word – to describe the mountain that had meant so much to him. To me, there was never any logic to what he did; but now, up close, I can really sense his achievement for the first time. I am filled with admiration and pride. Out of my rucksack, I pull a biscuit tin containing some of his ashes, searching for a suitable place to scatter them. Perhaps hoping for some form of neat conclusion, I came in the hope of finding a fragment of him up here. I've found so much more – a reminder that even when somebody leaves us, there is always something beautiful left behind. Then, I lay his ashes on the rocks, take one last lingering look back, and head down the mountain. The trip was provided by Jungfrau Region Tourism and Jungfrau Railways. Rooms at Bergwelt Grindelwald cost from CHF180 (£161), B&B. Tickets for the Eiger Express cost CHF49 (£44) one way. More information at
The Guardian
4 days ago
- General
- The Guardian
‘As we explored, we noticed this huge cow': Jennifer Newitt's best phone picture
It was the last day of Jennifer Newitt's holiday in the Swiss Alps, and she and her husband were hankering after one more excursion before their flight home to the US. High above Wengen, the village they were staying in, they noticed the Grindelwald–Männlichen mountain gondola cableway. Despite pouring rain, sunshine was forecast for later in the day, so they decided to give it a go. 'The rain stopped shortly after we arrived at the small cable car station, and we began the 15-minute walk to the summit. Because of the conditions, we had the mountain to ourselves for a while. As we explored, we noticed this huge cow.' The pair were enchanted by the scene; the cow sat, unmoving, just staring at the cars going by. Newitt believes the animal is probably a Simmental or Swiss Fleckvieh. 'We wondered if this was the usual spot for this particular cow to sit, or if the cows fought over it.' Newitt is a high school biology teacher and took up photography a couple of years ago as a hobby. She says this image, made on her iPhone 14 Pro, is the most satisfying photo she's taken to date. 'I love the way your eyes are first drawn to the large, warmly coloured cow, then to the cable cars as you work out what the cow is looking at, and then to the gorgeous, moody clouds hanging over the valley. My husband had a jigsaw puzzle made of this image because he knows how much I love it.'
BBC News
17-05-2025
- Climate
- BBC News
Swiss mountain avalanche buries several people, police say
A rescue mission is under way to reach several people buried in an avalanche on the Eiger mountain in the Swiss Alps, local police "ice avalanche" took place shortly after midday on Saturday, Bern police said in a statement on social said they had launched a large-scale operation involving several rescue teams who were looking for Eiger is a 3,967m (13,000 ft) peak near the tourist resorts of Grindelwald, Lauterbrunnen, and Wengen.
