Tackling the Via Alpina
I don't know who bagged the bovine, because it's time to begin my hike. The Via Alpina route starts with a steep ascent along a narrow ridge winding its way towards Tannalp, a tiny hamlet. It's not for the faint-hearted, and our guide tuts wearily as a mountain biker flies past us. He tells the group that a cyclist died recently after tumbling off this particularly steep section. We press on, through flower-bombed alpine meadows filled with clusters of bright blue gentians.
After skirting the edge of Lake Tannensee, I begin my second ascent towards the Balmeregghorn mountain ridge. For lunch, we sprawl on a boulder and use Swiss army knives to hack away at wedges of cheese and strips of beef jerky. While we eat, we're watched by local cows and the soundtrack of their clanging bells. It's certainly one of the most spectacular lunch spots I've eaten in. In the distance, I spot the Trift glacier and the Jungfrau region, and every so often a curious marmot emerges from a hidden burrow.
The descent to Lake Melchsee
Soon it's time to hit the Via Alpina trail once more. Patches of snow – despite the early August warmth – are a reminder that I'm 2,200 metres above sea level. This part of the trail has several downhill sections, and the thin, boulder-strewn path requires full concentration. My confidence takes a beating when, seconds after conquering a particularly tough section, a cyclist bounces breezily past. At one point I glance to my right and spot the sparkling Lake Melchsee, far below. On its banks is the sprawling Frutt Lodge & Spa hotel, where I'll spend the night. It's clearly visible, but so far away that it's actually in a different canton. There are still several kilometres of steep, rocky terrain between me and my finish point.
Another hour of intense concentration later I arrive at a gondola which whisks me back to civilisation. I arrive at the town of Meiringen, which has several claims to fame. My favourite is that it's the birthplace of meringues. The accolade dates back to the 1700s when a local chef whipped leftover sugar and eggs into fluffy white peaks and named his creation after the town.