12.11.2025 – The Vanil Noir ridge delivered one of my most memorable trail running experiences to date – stunning and treacherous in equal measure. The snow-covered west-hang demanded full concentration with every step. I encountered numerous chamois navigating the steep terrain with effortless grace, and caught glimpses of wild birds soaring against the dramatic Alpine backdrop. This run reminded me why the Swiss Alps continue to captivate: raw beauty that commands both respect and awe. Not for the faint-hearted, but absolutely worth it.

Over the last few days, I have trailed two more three-thousand-metre peaks. First up was Piz Sesvenna. A magnificent hike with a dreamlike backdrop. One day later, it was time for the relatively short Piz Umbrail. Here, too, I was rewarded with a fantastic view of the nearby 3,000-metre peaks of South Tyrol and Switzerland.

7.10.2025 – I started in the late morning in Grignols, surrounded by quiet alpine meadows. The trail rose steadily, I passed above Saflischpass toward the Fülhorn, revealing wide views over the Simplon area and the distant glacier peaks. From there, I continued to the Folluhorn – a wilder, more rugged summit where silence and wind become your only company.

The ridge walk between the two peaks was pure freedom – raw, open, and deeply Swiss. On the descent to Rosswald, the landscape softened again, passing through golden grass and larch forests.

It was more than a trail – it felt like a journey of discovery. A confession of a Swiss Soul connecting with its mountains, one step at a time.

This summer, I continued to trail several high Swiss mountains, especially three-thousanders. Each one left its own mark on and for me.
The Punta Terra Rossa/Wasenhorn (3’246m) greeted me with its warm, red stone and the feeling of stepping into another world. The view of Monte Leone and the other three and four-thousanders was breathtaking.
On the Sparrhorn (3’020m), the view over the Aletsch Glacier was fantastic.
The Mattwaldhorn (3’246m) & Simelihorn (3’124m) offered me solitude, a peak where silence stretched further than the horizon.
The Almagellerhorn (3’327 m), standing proudly above the Saas Valley, gave me an incredible feeling, especially during the uphill climb.
The Wildstrubel (3’244m) hike was a chapter of its own. Long and steady, it led me through vast alpine landscapes. It wasn’t just about reaching a peak—it was about moving through a world of glaciers, high plateaus, and silence, a reminder that sometimes the journey itself holds the greatest reward.

Each summit carried its own challenge, but also its own gift. With every climb, I felt myself becoming lighter, freer, and more connected to the mountains. By the end of summer, I realized I wasn’t just collecting peaks—I was collecting moments of clarity, pieces of myself that only the high places could return to me.

Autumn has already arrived, the light softer, the air sharper. The mountains call me still, and I know the season of discovery continues—just in a different color, a different rhythm, but with the same heartbeat.