Fifteen homo sapiens and one dog responded to the call to make a racket on the Klingenstock. The journey was effortless for most of the members. Martina, however, experienced difficulties when she realized on the way that she had left her hiking boots at home. By skillful driving manoeuvres, as well as disregarding various traffic rules, the lost time could almost be made up for. This action was of course punished with a Unterberger Shot.
Full of energy, the international group set off in the direction of Klingenstock. It was immediately clear that the President was in the form of his life and so he took the pace dictation into his own hands. Since he was inoculated with Sputnik-V, it seems as if he can mobilize new strength.
Of course, the breaks were not neglected. During the first wine break, a toast was raised to Tamara, who had just carelessly allowed herself to be tricked and transferred the membership fee to the Wanderhuren account. If things continue to go so smoothly with the membership fees, the board will probably treat themselves to a break in the Maldives next season...
Back to reality. Once we reached the Klingenstock, we concentrated mainly on getting food and fluids. It was extremely exciting to see what kind of hiking clientele was on the Klingenstock (there is a chairlift 50 meters away). The rope teams probably included some well-known influencers who, in addition to their rucksacks, were also lugging a lot of plastic up the mountain.
Der Gratweg zum Fronalpstock war dann wie aus dem Bilderbuch. Nicht umsonst lautet der Text des legendären Volksmusikduo Iten-Graben «Uf em Stoos ob Schwyz, isch es Paradies».
Time flew by and it was already time for the descent. The barbecue and chill was quickly moved to Wädenswil on Lake Zurich. After all, the left side of Lake Zurich is known for its long hours of sunshine.
The hiking whores left a lasting impression not only in the mountains, but also on the volleyball court. Not necessarily because of their fine motor skills, but more because of the pronounced sunburns...
Text: Mike Hafner
