Yesterday afternoon’s hike happened in an elevated (about 9000 feet) region north of Grindelwald, which we got to via four-person cable cars. I forgot my walking stick so I used a fencepost that I found along the trail. Honestly? I hate 45 degree inclines that go on forever. I hate that feeling of your calf muscles screaming for dear life. And I don’t much care for getting rained on. But after it’s over, I always feel good. Depleted but good.