Five-fold. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.
I got back down by 4pm, had a Cailliers ice cream bar, thanks to Vicki, and we headed on past Luzern to a lay-by in extreme eastern Switzerland.
OK, I took the cog-wheel train to the saddle
at the top; it is the world's highest-angle
cog-gtrain, 48 degrees at the top; depicted a
bove is how it works
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The train; note its terraced structure; had I walked up, I
would not have arrived till mid-afternoon, when everything
had clouded up
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Morning view, Lake Luzern below
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Lucerne below
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Tomlishorn, the western-most, and, I think, highest
summit of Pilatus
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Tribschen and the Wagner Museum, center
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Summit schema from Esel, the eastern summit of Pilatus
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And, snowy in the middle, the Monch, then the Eiger, its
north face in shadow, and then the Jungfrau; totally
exhiliarating!
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Looking from the Tomlishorn to the central summit
(mostly Japanese turbuss-folk), and then the Esel; I
climbed the Esel and Tomlishorn, but skipped the
crowded middle
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Looking down from the Tomlishorn, toward Luzern,
trails and a high chapel
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It's all well above tree-line, but not above flower-line; the
whole trail around the summits is covered in flowers and
in flower labels
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Looking down toward the descent trail, 5600 feet...
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Down the trail, looking back up toward Esel and the
central summit (hotel, restaurants, gift shoppes, etc.)
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And, click to enlarge, a little red train about to enter the
48 percent grade
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