On Father's Day we took a long hike....let's just say it was too long and the cow-poo sign was definitely foreshadowing what was to come and we did NOT catch on to that until it was too late.
The Swiss Alps are beautiful and we were right in the middle of snow-capped peaks, waterfalls, and glaciers. Breathtaking country.
Long story short: Jess and I got sick of being lost in the Alps and turned around the way we had come because we were freezing. We found refuge in this cheese-making house where we got warm. I had to leave my camera as collateral for the warm boots and coats they gave us (don't worry...I got it back that night) and the bottom two pictures are courtesy of our cheese house friends. Oh, did I mention that the Swiss do not speak English. They don't even speak German, just some Swiss dialect. That made our situation all the more embarrassing and humiliating as they laughed and made fun of us in a language we couldn't understand.
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