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Ten thousand meters above sea level, MT Titlis keeps itself white, even in the raw summer sun. Where the tree line stops, the ice starts. Though the glacier is receding at a rate of about two inches a year here was enough to entice any skier. A hat and gloves are good, sun glasses are better. Warm socks are best, especially if you bring a trash bag to sled down on.

Though the temperature dropped significantly towards the top, there was no wind, so it didn't feel cold. One could speculate this was helped further by the thick clouds gathered at the crest. The combination of moisture and cloud insulation kept things still and comfy.

The group took a series of gondolas up to the top, stopping at each change over to acclimatize and take in the scenery. A few of us managed to wander off towards the cow bells and get lost on the hill side . Since walking is always easier on the way down, we just kept wandering and feeding the cows, (and piggies).
Well, three hours later, we decided to call it a hike rather than a walk. We had managed to take a self operating cable car down the major vertical portions, and just ended up having a good time joking about how old and scary it was for the rest of the way back.

Back at the hotel, we each flopped into the fluff of our goose down beds while the other had a nice warm bath in the claw-foot tub. The best thing about the tour schedule was the balance of free time and scheduled activities: Just enough time before dinner.

Evening activities, after the scheduled fun, were a mix of laughter and low key lounging at the local pubs and watering holes. Of course, the general rule seemed to be, the later one stayed out, the louder everyone got.