For the last couple of years, we’ve wanted to take the kids to Europe. The stars and our schedules finally aligned this summer.
After a week in Paris and a visit to the Normandy beaches, we headed to Zermatt, home of the Matterhorn and the largest summer ski area in the Alps.
Zermatt is a no-car town — all the vehicles are electric. After a short ($30!) taxi ride, we arrived at our apartment. I’ve been to some ski resorts, but haven’t had a view like this from my room.
Highpeaksdrifter’s tale about how he found Whiteface got me thinking about how I came to the mountains of New York. I could pretend that it was part of a grand plan — but it wasn’t.
The summer after my junior year in college, I was looking for an adventure. I pulled out a map of the northeast and looked at the big patches of green: the Catskills, the Adirondacks, the Greens and the Whites. The Adirondacks looked especially wild and untamed to me.
My best friend and I spent 10 days cycling and exploring the park. We had the time of our lives. This was my first experience with the idea of “Forest Preserve.” Huge areas of wilderness, without rules or fees. The feeling of freedom was liberating.
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