Trails, Trails, Trails…

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.