The place to be (early in the morning). It probably became one of Switzerland’s most popular Instagram spots in the last few years. And since it is so often overcrowded, full of noisy tourists hiking around the lake with flip-flops, like if they were in Disneyland or on the bike lane on Venice beach, I always avoid it during my runs on Alpstein. But this morning at seven, it felt pretty different. The only sound we could hear was the marmot’s whistles and the stones rolling down under the Capricorn’s hooves, and then silence. No shitty Bluetooth speakers, no shouting, the absolute pleasure of nothingness.
Nature is a silent soul, and respecting it does not only mean not throwing your trash on the trails but also keeping it a quiet place.
Becoming a boomer…
