I hiked up in the comforting presence of Amy G., Katie U., Mona Y., Michelle Yo., Christine D., Hillary D., and Garrett D. Later I will put up some photos. Our conversations kept me going. The terrain switches from forresty to meadowy to rocky. After awhile, talking sucks up too much precious oxygen, and the lonliness of the hike prevails. Our group fell into a single file. Some hum a heroic melody to keep hope alive, but I remembered a poem I had composed two years ago on the trail and tried to recite this doggerel from memory. Here it is.
Ode to The Gornergrot
You thought you left me there to rot,
But I was on The Gornergrot
You guessed I lost my will, my mind
Your thoughts of me left far behind.
But I was on The Gornergrot
The ancient peak that time forgot;
Across the way, The Matterhorn,
The most majestic ever born.
But I was on The Gornergrot.
I watched you fade toward the spot--
3000 meters, maybe more,
Then something happened to restore.
It came not from pride nor from within.
I knew I would again begin
And make my way up to the top,
For I was on The Gornergrot.
Frosty spoke of roads not taken,
Thoreau talked of desperation.
But I caught and passed you near the top
For I was on The Gornergrot.
The mountain was what sustained,
The Edelweis, marmots and terrain.
Your thought you left me there to rot,
But I was on The Gornergrot.
The Gornergrot-Voss Hotel and Restaurant was built over eighty years ago when a train to it was simultaneously built. It has a panoramic view of a series of famous mountains above 4000 meters. In fact, over a third of all the 4000 meter mountains in Switzerland can be seen from this site. Just below is the Riffelberg Hotel which was built before Mark Twain's journey to Switzerland 120 years ago. He wrote a typically comical version of hiking up to it--or rather being carried by a mule.
Across the way, Coach Hall lead a group of girls on a slightly less famous hike--but grueling none-the-less--to Schwartzee. The seven girls were: Becky M., Melissa L., Caitlin B., Jasmine D., Helen L., Nicole E., and Siobhan S. While my group experienced more of a hiking crowd, there's was more peaceful, more into the wild. I doubt this group could care less who "won," but Siobhan and Caitlin easily took the trophy for fastest return. The photos are courtesy of Jasmine.
Well, here's the list. My special medals of heroic climbing go to Mona Y., who kept an impressively consistent pace while still enjoying the view, and Katie U., who hiked the whole thing with a bumb knee.
1. Aston
2. Rees
3.Indjian
4. Heller
5. Scott
6. DuPar
7. Yamazaki
8. Kinney
9. Resnick
10. Thomas
11. Brown
12. Skophammer
13. Springer
14. LV
15. Yazdi
16. Guttman
17. Young
18. Deakers
19. Davidson
20. Uraguchi
21. Dunbar
22. Nelson
23. Overstreet
24. Krumholz
25. Kurt
26. Cummings
27. Kato
28. Huerte
29. Nishimoto
30. Hsu
A few pictures--but my camera died early on: http://gallery.mac.com/mjhoeger/100033
P.S. OK, some got lost, some started late, some didn't know it was a race. The last can be first in their own mind, and the middle can be first in their own logic, but the first cannot be last.
2 comments:
Inspired by LV:
As Barry's name was mentioned not,
we fear he missed the Gornergrot.
Could he have slept through group breakfast?
(Dear God, is he on 'house arrest'?)
Perhaps those ravens of Untersberg Hill
carried him off and he's gone still??
Where could he be, my baby boy
Somewhere up where oxygen masks deploy?
While tennis players maybe gloat
is Bar up there with mountain goats?
My mind does spin, strange thoughts abound
Could he have stayed down in the town?
What sweet relief, we're off the mark
He stayed to launder lights and darks.
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OK, just kidding (Barry would gladly climb a mountain instead of doing laundry...). Coach H, keep the blogs coming - we LOVE it!
I wish Robert Frost let me call him Frosty.....
He always insisted on The Iceman, probably inspired from Top Gun.
Are you sure david came in that late? he is pale enough to be mistaken for snow...
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