Snow in July│Schilthorn. Growing up in Cape Town, South Africa, means almost no snow exposure during my early years. In fact, if we wanted to see snow we had to drive in-land to see it, and we never did. It was only in my early 20’s, while living London, that I first experienced snow. And anyone who has ever lived in London will tell you that it really doesn’t snow much in London. In fact, all my subsequent “homes” have also involved VERY LITTLE snow. The cities I have lived in while in South Africa, England, South Korea, China, and the USA, are not places known for masses of snow in winter. I also tend to migrate South during the winter, so even when it does snow, I’m normally not around. That being said, I have experienced a few “snowy” days, but nothing extreme. I don’t like the cold. Summer, beaches, coconuts, and cocktails all bring a big smile to me face. However, despite my aversion to cold, when I see snow I feel sooooo unbelievable excited!
When we got to the summit of Schilthorn, and realized that the snow could be reached on foot… Well, I could barely contain my joy. In order to get there, I had to pass a warning sign which read, “You are now entering a zone where hazards inherent to mountain regions may occur.” The sign didn’t bother me one bit, neither did the fact that I was wearing pretty little sandals that were completely inappropriate for walking on a rocky slope of a mountainside. With Eli in the stroller, and of course, no desire to take him out up on the summit of this peak, Justin told me to go take some pictures on my own. Of course, I really wanted him there with me, but I wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.
I walked to the edge and then around to the snow that lined the top of the summit. I took photos of the view, and met another girl out there, who also took some pictures of me. Yay for friendly strangers! The sun was shining, and it was the middle of summer, but still… It was a little chilly up there.
The snow, the sun on my face, the breathtaking views, the peaceful feeling of looking over it all, and barely anyone around.
I felt like I was in Heaven!
This one of my favorite travel memories!