every night i dream of mountains

a fear of heights and a desire to go alpining aren't necessarily complimentary to one another, but one does one's best. i have pushed myself in many new directions these last six days, and i dont have time to try and write about it now. i will in the states, though, promise. for the moment, a picture of some of where i was hiking (read, kicking my own butt):


i am currently in zurich, and flying home at the end of two days. i dont think it will be that hard to leave europe --after all, after a month spent in one city and then another, it all becomes rather similar-- but man, that magical place in the swiss alps ...

lets just say that i have the world's best job waiting for me next summer.

part of me wants to get on a train and go back, through the tunnels and into the gondola and to 10,000 feet of no-air edge and snow and frozen lakes and meadows and whole herds of myteriously chiming cowbells swallowed and lost in the fog, swallowed in the folds of the mountain, and miss my flight home. either i go home or i go to gimmelwald.

or ... i go home ... and then i go to gimmelwald ...