Description

Shortly after this I came to a broken-down signpost, and with paths going in two or three directions, my map was of insufficient scale to show them in detail. The one I chose ended up as the bed of a stream, but I knew it was at least in the right direction, and when I regained the main path I could see that this had taken a loop and I had managed to cut out some distance at the expense of scrambling along the stream bed. I wondered if my progress was being observed from the revolving restaurant on the summit of the Schilthorn, which towered above me.