A slow descent
After a light lunch we set off from the peak at an elevation of 1,963 metres.
We departed right on 2:30pm.
If the tourist map was correct, we’d be at the lake just after 4:30pm.
The first part of the walk, above the snowline most of the year, was a mix of gravel and tussock grass.
We enjoyed great views across the lake and tried to ignore the fact that we were being overtaken by people long retired and more than twice our age.
After about an hour, the path began to criss-crossing below the gondolas.
Reassurance that we weren't lost.
But it was also in this area that the terrain became steeper and rockier.
Readers of my previous trip reports will know that rocks and Mrs H is a dangerous combination.
Our pace slowed.
Mrs H began taking tentative steps.
I exchanged a look with Miss H.
We both knew what it meant: Don't mention that this was your mother's idea!
We navigated the rocky ridge-line accident free and with plenty of daylight to spare.
And were soon into an area of pine forest.
It was about here that we were passed by a family of runners.
Mum, dad and two kids.
No backpacks, or water.
Not a drop of sweat on them they were dressed in crisp looking sportswear as though they'd just come from a photo shoot.
I marvelled at their irritatingly chiselled calf muscles as they climbed the mountain with ease.
Well past the 90-minute mark, we were still a long way from the bottom.
We'd lost sight of Lake Thun.
The gondola was somewhere on the other side of the ridge.
And our only point of reference was the mountain range on the other side of the lake.
By now Miss H was hungry.
Again.
I took the last of the snacks out of the backpack and handed them over wondering if crumbled shortbread might be her final meal.
The 2hr 10min claimed by the tourist map was beyond ambitious.
Another Halliday holiday calamity loomed larger than the alps from which we were descending.
At about the two-and-a-half-hour mark, we emerged from the pine forest and a small hut came into view.
So did the lake.
But it was much further away than we'd hoped.
But just beyond the trees in the picture above, more houses appeared.
They were lined along a narrow road which gave us hope.
But after checking the map and bus schedule, it became clear we had to walk a further 20 minutes to the bus stop.
Sometime just after 6pm the bus rolled in.
It was a tough day on the legs, but the scenery was spectacular.
I’m glad I voted in favour!