Grindelwald was full of outdoor adventure and these are outdoor people. But little girls couldn't do what big kids could so once again we split up.
Newel took tho older ones for a day of zip lining, mountain tricycles and some two wheel scooters that ran all the way from the top to town.
Me and my little friends decided we had what it took to tackle the trails of the big mountain. Sure enough, I was so pleasantly surprised because Charlotte, who usually asks to be carried after about five minutes, never once asked.
Maybe because she knows me well.
And my answer is always no.
Those little faces lit right up as we started up the mountain. Something clicked and they realized that this was the land where Heidi grew up.
And since they love all things Heidi, we were on a mission to find Uncle's cabin.
I love how everything is custom. Like this fence to hold in those goats. I mean, look at it! Someone had to artistically create that design and tie each knot.
Once we were through the mountain meadows, we let our imaginations turn to fairy woods.
We had brought some lunch and after eating and singing some songs really loud because no one was around to hear us (at least we hope not), Charlotte insisted that we needed to do some fishing with some poles.
We headed on up the gorge.
I love dirty little fingers enamored by tiny beauty.
See Charlotte's little fists? Those fists are holding on to imaginary reigns, of her imaginary horse, which she rides everywhere.
And man, can that horse gallop up a steep mountain.
We found a random trampoline on the hill side.
And I mean random. It was just sitting there in a hilly nook off the trail. No house, no rules, no ownership.
So we stopped to jump our "horses".
We ate handfuls of mountain strawberries.
We crossed the gorge on a bridge.
Which took some convincing.
These had to be the happiest little flowers I have ever seen.
More wild horse galloping.
When we got into steeper territory, these rock stacks were on every boulder cropping.
So we made our own to say we were there.
Afternoon storms started to move in and I got a little worried about how far we needed to go to make the long walk home and whether we would cross over into "carry me" territory.
We headed on down and where the trail head exited the woods to meadows again, there was a little park.
And some rock climbing.
We found Heidi's house. (Or at least pretended we did).
And we jumped up and down about that.
Cooled tired feet in a stream full of ice water.
Crossed a meadow full of Queen Anne's lace.
Passed the church cemetery with it's perfectly manicured plots. Gorgeous.
And home again in time to meet up with the big kids and compare our adventures.