Campsites,Switzerland #2of4

It’s easy to see why St. Moritz is such a favorite place for the rich. What we remember most is not the campsite, but the time we spent in the Grand Hotel, looking and acting like we belonged, while we enjoyed the pianist playing in the lounge. A hotel may be a great place to visit, but we wouldn’t want to live there. And if we did, our travel time would be less than 5% of what it is now. Then we bought groceries for our meal in the camper. Isn’t it a good thing we both agree our way is not only the best, but the only way for us to travel.

We drove toward Zermatt to see the Matterhorn, but found the road ends at a huge parking lot in Tasch, about 12 miles from Zermatt. Right across the railroad track from the station is a campsite, next to a farmer’s barn. Rather primitive, but they had restrooms and electricity. We can leave the camper there in the morning, when we ride the train to Zermatt.

In a church in Villars we met Bill and Sarilyn from Midland, Texas. Their two daughters were 10 and 11. They have been traveling around Europe for a few weeks. Sometimes they stay in their tent, and other times in hotels. We then found they are staying in the same campsite we are, and in the evening they came over for some popcorn.

As we drove over the Jaun Pass toward the Interlaken/Bern area, we found a campsite in Weissenburg, a few miles from Spiez. A covered bridge across the stream leads to the campsite. The campground was nearly filled, most were long term campers. In the evening someone came to sign us in and take our money. We stayed here several nights over the years. Beautiful Swiss mountain scenery in every direction. Once we walked up the road and on up the steep hill to see the view, but Emmy soon gave up and walked back to the camper. I was amazed at the beautiful view, and was even more amazed to find I had run out of film. No way to get to the camper for film, and back up here before the sun disappeared.

We drove to Brienz, to a campsite at the edge of the lake. It was over-crowded, but the manager let us in because we are Americans. He said Americans are not so likely to complain as an European would. We parked right on the edge of the lake, and we do mean the edge. We parked with our back wheel against a large rock to make sure we didn’t roll into the lake.