Score another one for Patrick's preternatural sense of opportunity. Most tourists only see the seilpark as a point of interest on the gondola ride to the top. We were doubly lucky today because the clouds menaced off a good many potential climbers. The place is basically and Ewok village straight off of Endor, it's the treehouse you would build if you had miles of high tension cable and cranes instead of scavenged two-by-fours and a few nails.
We had lunch on the train to Zurich, leftover spaghetti from last night. Yes, we put it in a bag last night and we took it with us on the train. It seemed like a good idea at the time... No one is sick yet, and the look from the conductor as we squeezed spaghetti and meat sauce from a ziplock bag was priceless. (Also, cooking last night did more than just give us lunch tody. A Swiss kid observing our culinary escapades asked with great interest if we were Americans, because he heard people didn't cook in the United States. I assured him they did, even if he only ever saw them eating in restaurants over here. I also assured him that most americans agreed that McDonald's only met the loosest definition of "food")