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水車を駆動するために、動く水の力を利用することは、人間の探求心の古代からの発明であり、その起源は遠い過去にまで遡ることができます。このような構造のおかげで、人間または動物の筋力を、自然の要素の力で簡単に置き換えることができ、例えば穀物を粉に挽いたり、果物から油を搾ったりすることが可能になりました。ここではむしろ遊び心のあるバリエーションに出会いますが、水力から生じる動きは、人形や彫刻を駆動するために使用されます。

標高1,157mに位置するMärchenwieseは、最もロマンチックな高山の牧草地の一つとされています。そのユニークさから、Märchenwieseはボデンタール自然保護区に属しています。

Spectacular view of the waterfall.

Dogs are allowed on Tscheppasslucht, but for our Great Swiss this trail was still a challenge.

If the sky isn't overly blue and the mountains aren't in the mood for theatrical thunder, then it lies there like a painted promise: the fairytale meadow in the Bodental valley. A green basin filled with stillness, framed by a wreath of mountains that seems as sharply cut as paper. Anyone who turns around here feels for a moment as if they haven't hiked, but fallen in – into a postcard from a time when the world was still analog. Two hikers lean against the fence and do what one does best here: absolutely nothing. Just look, feel, marvel. The air smells of moss and anticipation, and somewhere in the background a jay calls out its commentary on the day. To the left, the forest begins; to the right, the path disappears into the meadow – as if it had forgotten where it was actually going. A few steps further on, in the shade of the trees, people have built small stone towers. Perhaps as a silent dialogue with the place. Perhaps simply because balance is so easy to find here – even in a wobbly pile of pebbles. And in between: the light. This diffuse, soft light that transforms every needle into an event. The fairytale meadow in the Bodental valley is not a place you have to work for. It simply reveals itself – provided you bring patience and a little humility. For those who arrive loudly remain silent. And those who hurry miss the essential thing: the slowness with which everything here is just right.

Anyone who has experienced the Meerauge also knows this moment: Somewhere between the final bends, when the world falls away beneath you, leaving only meadows, pines, and sky. The Ogrisalm suddenly lies there like a forgotten chapter from an old hiking guide – a few huts, a wind that smells of wood stoves and dry grasses, and a silence so clear you can almost hear it. Up here, the cows speak louder than the Wi-Fi, and the mountains – Wertatscha, Bielschitza, Grad – simply stand there, like in an old legend. No innkeeper, no noise, no menu. Just a bit of time, a bench in front of the hut, and a view that slowly becomes etched in your memory. The Ogrisalm is not a destination, it is a pause. And when you descend again, you know: The world has stayed below – at least for a moment.

The panorama served as a backdrop for the film about Ötzi’s village life.

Start of the magical view round