It started on the Gampenpass. Barely 100 meters from the start, across a beautiful meadow towards the rising sun (11:00 a.m.), I underestimated the depth of a puddle and almost drowned to the top of my boot. During the liberation dance that followed, I sucked my hiking pants right up to the ar ... uh buttocks. As if that weren't enough punishment, I kept hearing from my sweetheart up to the Laugen Alm: "So you certainly can't get into the car in the evening and anyway, what do you always do with your pants when hiking?" So I feared that in the evening I would either sit in the car in my underpants or walk home! Luckily the pants dried up and the coarsest lumps of earth fell off by themselves, so I didn't just arrive at the hotel wearing underpants. :-)