The power of the Alps

  • By Rick Steves / Tribune Media Services
  • Saturday, March 3, 2007 9:00pm
  • LifeGo-See-Do

I learned to respect the power of nature in the shadow of Switzerland’s towering Jungfrau, just south of Interlaken in the Lauterbrunnen Valley.

Avalanches are a part of life here – where humble yet tough mountain huts are built on the downhill side of giant and protective boulders. Hikers, hearing rivers of falling snow rumble in the distance, scan the edges of distant glaciers hoping for a glimpse of the icy action.

Aiming for the heart of the Alps, I catch my train from the belle epoche resort town of Interlaken south down a long, lush valley that leads south to the snowy tips of the Eiger, Monch and Jungfrau. Once in my seat, I slide open the big panoramic window. The lush air, perfumed with the sweet, sweaty smell of freshly cut hay, fills my car.

Grassy banks speckled with alpine flowers remind me of my first ride on this train. While my girlfriend and I eagerly hung out the window at a slow corner, overwhelmed by the views, a railroad worker surprised her with a bouquet of alpenroses offered through the window.

Below me a swollen stream charges noisily down the center of the valley, chattering excitedly about the wild ride it just survived. I crane my neck so I can see what all the excitement is about. Slowly we glide higher and higher into Lauterbrunnen Valley, a glacier-edged garden of traditional Swiss lifestyles. This scenic rut has kept me from exploring the rest of Switzerland. From the Alps, I need nothing better.

The train drops me across from a grassy patch of land cleared by an avalanche. I remember bringing a tour group here. My group had seven days of Italy ground into their clothes. Not only had I been lifting spirits all day with promises of a self-serve laundry, I promised that our assistant guide would wash clothes for the entire group. Spirits were soaring as we approached the corner where I would reveal Lauterbrunnen’s laundromat. Then we saw it – or at least its freshly crumpled remains. Our laundromat had been crushed under an avalanche. All – except perhaps the assistant – were heartbroken.

Hiking past the bare patch of land where the laundromat once stood, I head out of town and up the valley to a mighty waterfall.

For years, I’ve marveled at Staubach Falls from a distance. Today, I climb for a close-up look. Scrambling up a pile of glacial gravel – as if struggling up a sand dune – I eventually work my way to the roaring base of the waterfall. Through the noisy storm, a black rock face soars 600 feet straight up, as water bursts over the cliff.

I feel alone, engulfed in the roar. Then I notice a gray silhouette – a man – on the far side of the rainstorm. Suddenly, he grabs his head and falls to the ground. Racing to help him, I realize that Staubach Falls hurls rocks (and that the small mountain of rocks he and I had climbed didn’t get here by dump truck). I feel under attack.

As I help the injured man climb down the glacial gravel, we pass a sign that causes us both to pause. It says, in very clear German: “Vorsicht: Steinschlag.” Looking up past the hand holding his wounded head, he translates it for me: “Beware: flying rocks.”

A little further up the valley, Trummelbach Falls – a waterfall inside a mountain – makes its point differently, but with equal power. I climb a series of wet switchbacks to a tunnel that leads deep into the mountain, to an elevator. I buy a ticket, enter, and it zooms me up.

The elevator doors open into a misty cavern. The river roars, busy at work, cutting – like God’s thundering band saw – through the mountain. Sheltering my camera from the angry mist, I try to capture this spectacle on film. A guard in an orange raincoat cautions me to watch my step. Last year, he tells me, a Japanese man, camera at his face, backed into Trummelbach Falls. He was found six months later in a logjam. “His skin looked like wood.”

Hiking down the switchbacks to the valley floor, I look back and notice a Swiss flag. While many flags signal conquest, this tiny red-and-white flag flying from the top of Trummelbach signals surrender. When I see nature flexing its muscles, it seems determined to teach us that the best way to control her is to obey her.

Rick Steves ( writes European travel guidebooks and is the host of travel shows on public television and public radio. E-mail him at, or write to him c/o P.O. Box 2009, Edmonds, WA 98020.

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