Author: Pete
Location: Fürenwand Klettersteig, Switzerland
Sunday afternoon in the mountains! Drove an hour south to Engelberg where we usually ski in the winter. The encompassing valley is rife with steep walls and just south of town is an area called Fürenalp, which has a tremendous klettersteig. The day started with a little bit of cloud cover, giving a moody atmosphere. Miranda and Leonie hiked the approach to the base of the climb and then took a grandparent-approved cable car to the top for their own hike.
Klettersteigs, also called via ferratas, are protected climbing routes found throughout the Alps. Climbers ascend a cliff face through odd mix of aggressive hiking, usually scrambling on all fours, easy-grade rock climbing, and precarious navigation of hammered in re-rod holds for hands and feet. You’re always clipped into a large gauge cable bolted along side the route with two specialized carabiners. A fall might leave you a little scraped up but the burly cables will keep your tuckus on the mountainside at least.
It had rained the night before so the rock was wet, making the 2,500 foot climb feel even more spirited. Our friend Jen knows the route well and introduced me to the climb. There’s some incredibly wide open space up there; you’re a thousand feet above the valley floor on sheer rock that would be really difficult to climb. That’s what makes the klettersteigs so neat. It allows easy access parts of a big wall that would take a good deal of time, equipment, and logistics to climb. Klettersteigs do away with all that fuss prohibitive for a Sunday afternoon hike and dump you right into the good stuff. Exposure!
It wasn’t just us yahoos up there; locals young and old were out climbing too. I was glad. As things got progressively wetter up the crag I started to feel like we might have underestimated the conditions. The hammered-in holds and smearing foot placements became slick. None of the locals seemed to mind the literal waterfalls through which we followed the route. On some sections of rock without features to cling there are U-shaped holds to stand on and grab like a ladder. Other sections have only straight bar out of the slick rock which makes me queazy. The long lost simian in me kicked into gear and I overgripped until my hands hurt.
Just before the top of the climb a suspended ladder arches past some overhung terrain. You can see it at the top of the photo. The ladder swayed in the breeze; the bars still slick with precipitation and hand sweat. I kept reaching for my chalk bag where I store my confidence when I’m rock climbing. Should have brought that thing even just as an emotional crutch.
At the top of the climb, once off of the God awful ladder, we unclipped and walked a short way up to the cute Swiss chalet that adorns all Alpine hiking peaks. Miranda made it back from her hike and we had lunch and cider with an incredible view of the glaciated mountains. Leonie was all smiles on the way down in the cable car and made quick friends out of our fellow passengers. Mountains, friends, and fun! A great Sunday!
