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Accompanying her grandmother on a seniors' tour of Switzerland, Emily Andrew had envisioned a vacation straight out of a travel brochure: spectacular scenery, great food, and a classy European hotel, all worlds away from her rural Iowa hometown.





Page 60 and 62
We stopped along the promenade at the base of a really long covered bridge that spanned the water at a lazy forty five-degree angle. It was constructed of weathered brown wood, and in flower boxes across its expanse was a profusion of red geraniums that brightened the pewter grayness of sky and water. From the front of the crowd I heard Sonya's voice. "This is called Chapel Bridge. It was constructed in the year 1300..."

The wind chased us along the bridge. An octagonal stone tower rose from the depths of the river and abutted the bridge near the opposite shore. It had a witch's cap of a roof and looked like part of a castle.





Page 62

Sonya led us to a plaza that fronted the church and positioned herself in front of an old-fashioned black wrought iron lamppost... Off to my right, Dick Teig and Dick Stolee wandered toward an area where granite steps led down to the river. I suspected that, in the summer, this would be an ideal place to sit and dangle your feet in the water..."





Pages 111-112

The trail was surprisingly isolated and overlooked a deep valley where evergreen forest, brown gorse, avalanched rock, and fractured sandstone sloped downward into a vast sea of cloud. In the distance, range upon range of saw-toothed mountain peaks punctured the cloud cover, while closer in, a jagged island of rock rose from the snow-white sea like a great spiny-backed reptile. (This is the view from atop Mr. Pilatus.)





Page 114

I stood at one lookout point, amazed to find a church perched at the very edge of a precipice on a flat of land below me. On a scraggly peak behind the church stood a solitary cross, dark against the endless banks of clouds. I found the sight of a church seven thousand feet up pretty inspiring, but I did wonder if they had an occasional problem with attendance.