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Entrance to Gadenstatli

When I came to Chur those many years ago, Gadenstättli was one of the first places we went – maybe the very first.  It was August (all memories subject to my very imperfect remembrances), and between cleaning and sweeping the “new” cottage the family had recently bought, we had lovely meals outside on the side of an Alp and went for walks in the mountains.

How I remember the house

The cottage was an eighteenth century peasant’s house where  two sisters had been living since their father’s death.  At that point, walking into Davos to work (a few miles down and then back up the mountain) became too difficult, and they sold the house.  It still has the attached cow barn (now home to garden storage) and pig pen,

the old cow barn under the new bedroom

and several pieces of furniture are ones the family left behind and the Plattners had restored.

I remembered it very fondly, but seeing it through Biffy and Judy’s eyes made it absolutely magical.  Everything about it is perfect: the seamless mix of old and new

the living room is just the same

the simple color scheme of red, cream and light wood

fireplace and stairs to second floor

the Carigiet paintings and prints on the walls

Carigiet in the living room

and, of course, the stunning views from every window.

View from the living room window

view from the kitchen window

Looking over the currant bushes

I tried to take some panoramas to show the whole space, and here are two views of the living room.

Living room again, showing the modern lamps and chairs with the traditional pieces

Living room with local art

We had aperitifs in front of the fireplace in the kitchen

champagne and tapenade before the fire

and ate our meals in the dining nook just opposite.

table set for fondue

Upstairs, the bedroom Silla and I shared has since been transformed into a bathroom with a soaking tub, and a new bedroom was artfully added near the entrance (you can see the modern windows next to the door in the first picture). The kitchen was updated, too, and a bathroom installed just beyond the pantry.  The whole house has the simple elegance that I associate with Switzerland, and certainly with Silla and her family.

Just a few more pictures – the entrance

some old climbing equipment displayed on the walla view of the kitchen
and the three sisters sitting in the living room.

walking through town

We left Chur and headed to Bad Ragatz, a well-known spa town with a popular golf course that was celebrating a summer of art with a display of outdoor sculptures.  We wandered through the town, enjoying the mountain views and the wonderful art. Here’s a sampling.  Only the man on the bench is a permanent installation.

permanent sculpture

sculptures in front of the old Bad Ragatz spa

figures in the square

Judy enjoying a rest in a Giger chair

We also did a little mild shopping, and Biffy found a typical Swiss shirt – on sale, of course. There were other pleasures, including this simple cow

cow in Bad Ragatz

and the view over window boxes to the river.

geraniums, stream and other mountain, Bad Ragatz

The views, as always, were lovely, too.  Here is the church with the mountains behind the steeple.

church spire with mountains

and another view

mountains from the grounds of the spa

plus this tree with a sculpture behind it.

gorgeous tree

leaving Bad Ragatz

And now, on to another incredible highlight of the trip.

Today was again cloudy and cool, but perfect hiking weather.  We set out towards Flims and parked at an area around two lakes.  There are lots of trails here, and we started by making our way to Lake Cresta and around.

It was a short walk along a wide path through firs and moss, reminiscent of Middle Earth, or more mundanely of Ellen’s and my hike near Lake Superior.

moss and firs

We skidded down the path to the lake, which is an unearthly blue-green.

getting closer to Lake Cresta

The water is so still and clear that you can see right down to the shallow bottom, covered with rock slabs and ghostly dead fir trees.

blue-green water

Halfway around we came to a little cafe where we veered off towards Conn and Lake Cauma.  It was an interesting place, with these sculptures on display.  This path was also filled with moss, firs, rocks and meadows.  We could hear cow bells clinking but couldn’t be sure if they were somewhere just beyond view or if they were from the cows we could spot dotting the meadows across the valley.

We stopped for many wildflower shots:

yellow wildflowers

daisies and little fir

possible orchid

cow parsley?

close-up of yellow clover

and once for a bit of chocolate before continuing on our way.  After a while we came to a restaurant filled with walkers, where we stopped for a delicious bowl of  Gerstensuppe, barley soup.

barley soup

Here we were above the Rhine, looking down into an enormous gorge,

The Rhine gorge

and a spectacular viewing structure beckoned to some of us.  

Biffy and I stopped after the first set of steps, where I took a picture that clearly shows the white-knuckle grip on the railing and quickly made our way back down, where we could take pretty good pictures from a less scary vantage point.  Brave Silla and Judy lingered at the top and returned with wonderful views which I plan to steal to illustrate this blog.

We continued on through firs, moss, rocks, meadows and Alpenblicks.  Every now and then we would raise our eyes and more often than not see snow-covered peaks across the way.

Soon enough we were at Lake Cauma, another clear, blue-green expanse, this one a bit more touristy as it is a popular swimming spot in summer.  The most fun was taking the funicular back up the steep mountainside (shades of Ljubljana!). From here we wended our way back to the car.

More than six miles, 18,000 steps, and spectacular country.  Who could ask for more?

Judy, Biffy and Silla at Obermutten

From here we had one more stop, but what a stop it was!  Silla turned the car to the left off the main road and we began a steady ascent up the side of a mountain. We went up switchback after switchback, always thinking we must be there but always going farther up.  Finally the paved road became a dirt road, and still we went up.  We came to Mutten, but no, we were heading to Obermutten, so still we went upward. At LONG last, we reached the top.  It was chilly up here, and         we even found some snow nestled in a few low spots.

We entered the small wooden church and enjoyed its simple interior.

We took in the views and the fresh, cold air and walked down the hill a bit to see whether we could see the valley where we started from – almost!

The grass was sprangled with wildflowers growing despite the snow. 

This was an amazing experience.  Silla was a sure-footed driver who never lost her nerve (though I would have many times over).  Here are a couple videos to give you a sense of the height, the views, and the bends.  Wow.

still going down

The Via Mala had it all.

The churches made a wonderful start to the day, and it continued to be quietly spectacular. We drove along to the Via Mala, a path through a deep gorge carved by the Rhine.                                                                                                                                  This was one of the routes the Romans took through the Alps, so it has been in use for centuries.  But it’s not an easy path.

The way down to the gorge was punctuated by signage telling stories of disasters that overtook previous visitors.  Note to self:  a carriage hauling wine barrels + a driver too fond of his cargo + bad weather and nervous horses = the Rhine turned red from the wine (and perhaps from the blood of the injured as well).  We marveled at this enormous boulder wedged between the gorge walls,           not just its size but its swirling markings.

We stopped to take pictures of wildflowers,                                                                played Pooh sticks at a bridge (Judy won), and marveled at the waterfalls.

waterfall

and here is the waterfall in action:

I hope that gives you a sense of the scale of this place.

Though there are few danger signs in Switzerland, we were advised in five languages not to play in the river at the bottom of the gorge.                                      Only imagine what it was like for the people who traversed the gorge before the advent of bridges and paths.  All hail the Romans!

first view of the Rhine

Today could not have been more glorious.  Ancient, quiet churches, high mountains, lunch at an old mountain hotel, lovely walks – all was wonderful.

We started out leaving Chur and going up the road to Rothenburn, where a painted castle stands high up on an outcrop overlooking the tiny village.

We walked up to the gate so that we could see it up close.  It’s now owned by an unpopular politician who just uses it for meetings.

From here a path between meadows wound its way up a small hill to the church.  St. George’s, Sogn Gieri in Romansh, is unassuming from the outside, but inside is a riot of color.

another view

St. George and his dragon are painted on the flat wooden ceiling, while the walls are covered with paintings depicting Bible stories.  I always like to see how Adam and Eve are portrayed.

In Adam’s fall, we sinned all

The apse paintings have been well restored and are charming to behold.

inside the church

We were very struck by the pews.  Silla suggested that they were designed to have additional seating on top but we weren’t sure how that would work.

another view

1741 is not so old in this part of the world, but it was a good period for graceful, simple architecture.

From here we went to the Via Mala (see following post). But first, a stop in Zillis to the famous St. Martin’s church.  This was one of my clear memories from my year in Chur because of the mirrors you use to view the painted ceiling.  I had forgotten the gorgeous setting:  a valley set between high mountains (like most of this part of the world), with small villages dotting the landscape and snow on top of the mountains. But the church!

The exterior features an enormous painting of St. Christopher with the baby Jesus, although the church itself is dedicated to St. Martin. The nave/apse is painted in shades of cream, grey and red, simple and beautiful.  But turn your eyes upwards to see the most amazing painted flat ceiling.  I took no pictures, but here’s someone else’s photo.

Around the perimeter are pictures of fantastic half-land, half-sea creatures (fishy unicorn, swimmy wolf), but the rest depict stories from the life of Christ, from the Annunciation to Christ crowned in thorns.

We followed up with a visit to the nearby museum, featuring an informative slideshow about the history of the church and the provenance of the paintings.

A bonus on our way back – a herd of Swiss milk cows being moved through the village.We got to be up close and personal with them. 

From here to  Spluega.  We parked by a big old hotel but Silla had another place  in mind. We walked up and up through the village, encountering roadwork that made the route a bit confusing.  Finally Silla found the little path around to the hotel, a Swiss Heritage hotel no less.

Inside was a very Swiss mixture of old and new, the old being the stone and wood structure – here is a view of the roof –

and the new a set of elegant, simple steps, and these beautiful windows showing off the view of the meadows and mountains beyond.  Glorious.  We had a simple lunch of dried meat and cheese and bread, and then we left this spectacular place for an even more amazing one.

Biffy and Judy were on one flight, and I was on another.  When we landed in Zurich, there we were, standing right next to each other in the passport control line and didn’t even know it! Great hugs all around, then found Silla with great joy.  She drove us through Zurich to Juerg’s elegant apartment overlooking the lake.  He and his wife, Nelly, gave us coffee and croissants and we caught up just a bit.

The apartment was so lovely that I had to take pictures of it -the clean lines, the oversized art, and even the people.  It was lovely to see Juerg again after so long and to meet his wife.  Cheek kisses all around and we were off.

Silla and Biffy talked about this and that as she drove us the two hours to Chur.  Judy and I dozed in the back seat, waking up only to see one of the things I remember best from my year in Switzerland:  steep mountainsides dotted with farms, and the lake or valley below, then the mountains rising up just as steeply on the other side.  Wisps of cloud, fog and occasional rain obscured the view but just made it all the more magical.

Silla’s equally elegant apartment is just around the corner from Ottoplatz, where she grew up and I spent a year back in 1967-68.  We were so jet-lagged that just about all we could do was pull out the sofabed and fall on it like wounded soldiers.  A two-hour nap restored us, as did a big slice of a delicious apple nut tart and a cup of tea.

With renewed vigor, we set out to walk around Chur. We started off at the Hotel Stern where Biffy and Judy will be staying.  It is a charming old hotel with Carigiet paintings on the walls, knotty pine and beautiful stonework, and these delightful pillows.

Although many memories have vanished over the last almost 50 years (can it be???), I absolutely remember the walk up a steep path to the CantonsSchule.  The school itself, with its courtyard shaded by enormous trees, has long since been replaced by a new building, but the steep sidewalk and the bishop’s vineyards are still there, as is the lovely view down to the city, with the mountains all around.

We went into the Catholic cathedral, built on a site that has been home to a church since the 800s.  It’s fairly austere for a Catholic church, but the beautiful altar and some stained glass windows brightened the interior.(I am much more aware of stained glass from following Jane Brocket’s blog.)   We also liked these Celtic-looking animals,and the entrance arch is lovely.

From here we walked down the hill, past the spot where in the 16th century there was a wall separating the Catholics at the top of the hill from the Protestants at the bottom.  This was the old town that I remembered, with cobbled streets, sgraffito’d house fronts, and interesting little shops and courtyards.  We stopped at a pharmacy and ended up sampling Churer Roeteli, a local liqueur.  A little farther on was a fabric shop, and I ended up with a nice selection of locally inspired yardage.

By now it was starting to sprinkle, so we wended our way back home again, weary but happy, for Silla to cook for us while we draped ourselves over the furniture and assured her that we would be good helpers tomorrow when the jet lag wears off!