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Mother Holle apparently had a change of heart and gave her blankets a good shake last night – it would be a shame if the carnival revelers accidentally chased away spring instead of winter...



So, today's start is once again in winter gear at the Sommerau train station – or more precisely: on the Donkey

The purpose of hiking is easily explained these days – or maybe not…

I drive up the mountain, park the car, take the bus back down, only to then huff and puff my way back up 12 kilometers and 690 meters of elevation gain. My couch-potato friends would probably ask me – “Why do people do this?” Good question

Währenddem das Baselbiet mal wieder Sonne geniesst - wähle ich die mystisch-neblige Variante. Heute bin ich ausnahmsweise mal ganz bewusst auf dem „Holzweg“ unterwegs. Ein angenehmer Kontrast zum beruflichen Holzweg, den man manchmal erst merkt, wenn man schon mitten drin steckt. Hier draussen im Naturpark

I squint at the mediocre January sky. Gray, but not hopelessly gray—more the kind of weather that can't quite decide what to expect, and that's precisely why it suits the season so well.



I set off towards Zunzger Hard. The path climbs gently uphill, just right for warming up and slowly shifting my thoughts

I start my hike at the parking lot in Gempen and am looking forward to a very varied loop through forests, rocks, and historical sites.



This circular hike from Gempen connects six castles and castle ruins into a compact high-altitude route through the Birseck region: the ruins of Alt-Schauenburg Castle

Today I opted for my warm winter hiking boots, and, vividly recalling my New Year's Day bruises, I also brought my brand-new crampons. The valley lies beneath a rich, glistening white blanket of snow. The snow crunches underfoot – this is what makes winter hiking truly enjoyable. My path leads over the

New Year's in Zurich – why not? 😉



While others are still sorting through leftover raclette, I'm standing in the Sihlwald forest near the train station, thinking: If Zurich is going to get a second spot on my Swiss hiking map, then it might as well be a proper one. It'll be a longer hike; after all, you

For days now, the fog has hung thick over the Swiss Plateau like a grumpy duvet. Somewhere above it, there's supposed to be that yellow, round thing. Or so the rumors go. So I set off from Wasen (770 m) in the Emmental region, relying on a simple calculation: According to Thomas Bucheli, a meteorologist

Today, my little hike starts at Sommerau, following consistently beautiful and comfortable forest paths. While others are still reeling from a cookie-induced stupor and wrapping paper, my path winds gently uphill towards Rünenberg, accompanied by bare trees and that special winter light that makes everything